BDSM Story

BDSM Story Submitted By J.H.

Tight leather hugging the contours of my body. Lace with buttons tightly closed, boots secured over my calves, and slightly over the knee. I run my hands over my body. I feel the slick, smooth material against my fingertips. I grab the cat-o-nine tails from the reach in the dungeon. I walk with confidence down the hall, every hair in place, and the whip rubbing my thighs as I walk. I am a professional mistress. BDSM is my profession.

The door to my bedroom is open slightly, and I hear the heavy breathing of the man inside. The thought of punishing a complete stranger makes my pussy tingle. I open the door and see him kneeling on the floor, facing away from me. He is wearing nothing but boxer shorts, his head down, I see his black hair, shoulder-length and wavy.

His tan body is gleaming with sweat. I see his muscles rippling in the candlelight, his thighs barely fitting into his shorts. My mouth watered at the sight of him, my pussy dripped with pleasure and anticipation. I could hear his breath catch in his throat when he heard me enter.

"Stand up!" I said with a stern voice.

"Yes, mistress." I heard a heavy Spanish accent.

He stands up gracefully in one smooth motion. His body is perfect, like that of a Greek god. He looks up quickly, and I see large hazel eyes with long eyelashes. A heart-shaped mouth that I want to kiss and feel on my body.

"Turn around!" I say, still standing in the doorway. I walk over to him and run my hand over his body, starting with his neck and working my way down to his ass. I squeeze his hard ass cheek in my right hand. He is tall, maybe 6'3" to my 5 "0" petite frame. I hear him moan.

"Did I tell you to make any noise?" I command, walking around to the front of him. Even with my four-inch heels on, he still towers over me. He looks me in the eyes, and I see his lips turning up in a smile. "No mistress," He says. I smack his face hard with my gloved hand.

He flinches and looks back down at the floor. "If I see you crack another smile like that, I promise you; you will be sorry. I grab his face between my fingers and make him look at me. "Now get down on your knees and lick my boots! I want them clean." I push his face away from me, and he quickly got down onto his knees and began licking my boots. He starts with the toes and licks his way towards the heel.

My pussy is dripping wet, and I have to fight the urge to close my eyes and moan. I look down to see my beautiful submissive with his eyes closed, his skin gleaming with sweat in the candlelight. He looks up to meet my gaze, his eyes burning holes in my soul. He moves his face over to the next boot and begins licking.

I hear faint moaning sounds coming from him. "Sit back on your knees!" I order. "You enjoy that too much!" I looked down to see that his cock is rock hard and that it has slipped through the slit in his boxer shorts. "What is this?" I poked at his dick with the tip of my shoe, smudging the leather with his pre-cum. He tries to hide with both of his hands. Shame washes over his face as he looks down at the floor. "And just what did you plan on doing with that?" I ask, walking around him, dragging the ends of the whip over his skin. I see him shudder slightly. "I don't know, mistress." He says. His heavy Spanish accent makes my knees weak.

"Get up, what do you mean you don't know?" I grab him by the hair to make him stand quicker. "It just happened mistress. I don't know." He says, sounding ashamed. "Do I excite you?" I don't know his name, nor do I care to know. "Yes, mistress." I reach down and grab his big stiff cock with my gloved hand. "Is this why your cock is hard? because I excite you?" I asked. I pushed him against the wall. His back hit first, then his ass. "Take your shorts off now," I command, getting into the moment and wanting more than anything to control him. He grabs the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down, stepping out of them. He leaves them on the floor right in front of where he is standing.

"Come here now!" I order. He walks over to me, and I motion for him to turn around. "Do you want me to whip you?" I ask as my breath is coming in slow, shallow waves making my chest rise and fall, pushing against the leather bodice I am wearing. "Yes, mistress!" He breathes. My heart pounds in my chest as I pick up the whip, the cat-o-nine tails hang level with his butt, I pull my hand back, my right foot slightly in front of my left and smack the leather straps across his ass with a loud crack.

I see him flinch and his ass clench. "May I have another mistress? I hear him whisper. I draw back again and smack him a little harder; this time, it lands right above his ass on the small of his back. His back arches, and a small noise escapes his lips. "Do you still want more?" I ask. "Yes, mistress, I am yours to do with as you please." I can see red welts beginning to form where the whip has struck his skin. "Is that right?" I ask.

A feeling of desire sweeps over me, and I debate whether I should let this go all the way. I had never felt such a passion for a client. I want to feel his cock deep inside the walls of my dripping wet pussy.

Yes, mistress, I am yours." He says, and I crack the whip across his backside once, twice, and a third time. My submissive buckles and falls to his knees. He moans as his muscular back ripples with muscles I have never seen before. His hair is wet with sweat and sticking to his face.

"Get up and come here…now! "I say. My body tingles with lust. My breasts heave, and again I am aware of the tight leather against my skin. My fingers begin running up and down my belly, tracing the contours of my sides and up to my breasts.

He walks over to me, and our eyes meet again. I reach out and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck. I pull his lips towards mine. His soft lips press against mine, his tongue, long and snake-like, enters my mouth. My hands run over his body; I feel the ripples of his muscles against my fingertips. I find his nipples and pinch them hard between my fingers. His breath catches, and then he sighs. He kisses me more passionately and brings his hands up to dare and touch me.

"You had better fuck me right," I say between his lips. I reach down and begin stroking his cock in my left hand. His hand runs up my side and cups my right breast. I close my eyes, and a moan escapes my lips. I feel his fingers unlacing my corset, freeing me from my leather bonds. My breasts gleam in the candlelight, white as ivory with pink nipples standing erect and vulnerable.

His lips move from my mouth to my chin to my neck. I entwine my fingers in his long hair. I guide his head to my breasts, and he begins licking each one, alternating between them. His tongue moves in circles around my nipples. He moves from my tits to my belly, his tongue tracing the line from my stomach to my navel. His hands cup my ass as he licks my thighs, the lace of my legs rubbing the sides of his five-o'clock shadow. I can feel his hot breath against my pussy.

I tremble against his face and the feeling of his tongue against my inner thigh. His fingers began searching for what is hidden beneath my leather crotch-less panties. I fell him tracing the lips of my pussy, my slick juices coating his fingers. He looks up at me and slides two fingers into my tight wet slit. I moan and throw my head back, pure pleasure coursing through my body.

Do you like that mistress?" He asked.

Never before had a client took charge. I had never let my guard down, no matter how turned on I got.

"Yesssss!" I hiss as he removes his fingers and plunges his tongue deep inside of me. This time it is my legs that buckle, almost sending me falling to the ground. I feel his hands tracing the seams of my stockings, running alongside the backs of my thighs. His tongue makes me feel like surges of electricity are shooting through me.

I feel myself begin to climax, my toes curling in my boots. My whole body begins to shudder as my first orgasm courses through my body. I feel his fingers moving up my hips, and his hand closes around my wrists. He stands up and turns me around; he holds me tightly by the wrists as my body still pulses from my immense orgasm.

It is he who pushes me against the wall this time. "I think I am in charge now, mistress." He spreads my legs apart with his huge muscular thighs. "I am going to fuck you as no one else has ever fucked you before!" He says.

He grabs my ponytail, my head arches back. I feel his hot breath on my skin. His lips kiss the back of my neck. Goosebumps rise over my flesh. His tongue flicks across my skin, and he says, "You will call me master, do you understand?" He kisses my ear and pulls my hair harder, making my breath catch in my throat. "Yes, master!" I whisper helplessly.

I feel the tip of his member press against my ass crack. His fluids are creamy on my skin like lotion. "Do you want this cock?" He whispers in my ear, "Yes, master." I say breathlessly. I feel him reach down and rub the head of his cock along my wet pussy lips before he slowly begins pushing inside of me. His thick tool stretches my lips further than they had ever been stretched. He slowly begins pushing in and out of my cunt.

I feel my orgasm building inside me again, the walls of my vagina pulsing around his enormous member. He must have felt this because he begins pumping harder as my thighs begin to shake, my body weakens. A flood of juices run down my thighs, coating his cock. He doesn't slow his pace. He continues fucking me with every ounce of strength he has in his body. My belly was pressed against the wall as he thrusts in and out of me over and over again.

He grabbed both of my shoulders and pulled me back into his chest. "That is what I planned on doing with that." He says as he pushes me to the floor. "I want that ass up in the air. He demands getting down onto his knees and raising my hips to meet his. He slams his cock back into my pussy with such force that I fall forward onto my stomach. He landed with me; his dick still buried deep inside me. I love the way he took over my body. He holds the back of my neck as he fucked my pussy. He fucks me as if he hadn't fucked in years. My pussy aches yet throbbing for more of his thick hard cock.

He takes advantage of my body in every way imaginable, my thighs shake, and my body is covered with sweat. I lay on my back with him on top of me, my legs wrap around his hips. I feel his cock swelling inside of me, and I knew he was about to cum. He began to pump his member into me slow and hard, he tenses and begins to fill me with his seed. My cunt begins to pulsate with my own orgasm. I scream as pleasure begins to overtake my body. Tears stream down my face, and my body goes limp. My submissive collapses on top of me in a sweaty heap of muscles.

It was then that I began to gain my composure. I grab him by the hair and pull his head up, so he looks me in the eyes. "What was that?" I demand, even though my thighs are still quivering, and his dick is shrinking inside of me. "That was something that you should have been given a long time ago." He says smugly. I push him off of me—this stranger whose name I don't even know.

I can't believe the nerve of a slave, a submissive, thinking he could ever reverse the role just because he has a big snake between his legs. "Let's get this role reversed right now!" I yell, getting to my feet. "I am in charge here, not you!" I feel his semen dripping down my legs, and my pussy starts throbbing again, remembering what his thick rod felt like moving in and out of me.

"I want your money, and I want you out of here!" He looks hurt as he gathered his clothes off of the floor. I know that he has done something to me that had never been done before. He possessed me and took charge of me, and the problem was that I liked it. I liked it a lot.

He left the room; two thousand dollars sat on my dresser. I picked up the money, put it in my top drawer, and sat down on the bed. The stickiness between my legs soaked into my sheets.

Slowly the days, months and years have passed, I am still Mistress Lilly and while clients, submissives, and slaves come and go, never again have I allowed myself to be possessed. Yet, the fire still burns between my legs, my pussy tingling with desire to be taken once again by the stranger who's name I don't even know.