Our First Scene
You’d booked the studio weeks ago and I thought I knew what to expect. I’d been at parties and events in the Atheneum but it was a very different and rather shabby interior then. Now it seemed more businesslike and clean and anonymous, a long corridor with doors either side. Eventually I reach 345 my steps getting slower and slower. My heart is racing and I wonder if I should turn and run before it’s too late.
We’d decided not to meet elsewhere first so here I am going into the unknown. A man who has never touched me, or felt me or inhaled me is waiting for me, alone, just beyond that door. I’m breathing shallowly and feel very hot. I stare at the door. It’s slightly ajar as you’d said it would be. Have you heard my footsteps approaching? Do you know I’m standing here frozen. You’d told me to enter and wait inside the door. To stand hands clasped in front of me. To look down at the floor. Shakily I put my hand flat on the door and push.
I can sense your presence as I stand here trying to control my own breathing. I feel you ahead of me but the room is dim and all I can see is the carpet at my feet. Then I hear you sigh long and slow, a great exhalation of emotion but of what? You stand to approach. I see your jeans and your boots approach. I smell your mixture of aftershave, soap and man. My knees feel shaky. My hands are gripped by yours. Tightly.
‘Welcome, Angel. Come here.’ It’s a deep gentle voice. I feel stronger and more resolute. You pull me into the room and stand me there under a light.
‘Stand tall, Angel, arms at your sides, feet further apart. Let me see my sub. Don’t move at all.’
Shaky again I obey. I’m standing as tall as I can. You begin to undress me. My coat first and my scarf first. They’re thrown on a chair. I’m wearing a little black sweater dress and nothing much else bar my bra and silky tights. Embarrassingly these feel slightly damp and cold already. I hear your murmur of approbation. And I melt a little more. I expect you to pull up my dress next, but no, your hand firmly at my back you press me toward the sofa.
‘Sit.’ Your voice is emotionless now, formal. ‘Drink this and we’ll begin.’ You hand me a tumbler and walk away. Where? Why? The glass is half full. It’s neat whisky. Its heady aroma spins my head.
‘Drink it now.’
I drink in a gulp and feel it burn my throat heat working its way down to my core. Warming, relaxing, easing.
‘And the rest.’ I force down the rest in two swallows and feel the warmth spread.
‘Good girl.’ I know I am. I feel a familiar sense of confidence grow.
‘Right! To business sub.’
I’m pulled sharply up and I see you properly for the first time. Your face is set. Wiped of emotion. This is an interview I think. I could fail. You sit on the sofa now. Your thighs spread wide. You pull me to stand between your thighs. I feel them grip me tight holding me.
‘Eyes on mine.’ I stare into your eyes for the first time and I see a glimmer of desire. This is good.
‘Why are you here, Angel? Make your confession. What do you need from Sir? What do you deserve?’
I know I have to make a confession about everything I’ve done since I lost my last Master. Although my voice sounds raw, I pour out my story of loss and search and neediness that led to bad behaviour.
‘So Angel, what do you ask of me now?’
I lower my eyes but am pulled back by a sharp no from you. You look a little angry now but also a little aroused.
I know I have to say it out loud.
‘I need discipline Sir.’ I feel shame. ‘As much as you deem fit, Sir.’
‘Yes you do.’ Your voice sounds sad but not really and I feel a surge of anticipatory excitement. ‘Over the knee, sub.’
You pull me over your knee and hold me in place with your leg. A hand on the nape of my neck. I can’t move, only wriggle a little.
‘We’ll start with thirty by hand. And see where we are then, what more you need. What do you say, sub?’
I know my response. ‘Thank you Sir. Please discipline me.’
‘Let’s see what we have under here.’ You lift the dress up to my waist and murmur in appreciation. Bare bottom in tights. I feel the cooler air on my cheeks.
‘We’ll turn these down to avoid any harm.’ And you fold down the tights carefully, before gently stroking my buttocks until the heat in my pussy grows.
Then shockingly a smack and another followed swiftly. And I feel my muscles relax and let go ! It's been so long I can't stay alert. I can feel the desire mounting too as you intersperse smacks with strokes. You know how ready I am now. I feel your fingers checking as I shiver uncontrollably at your light touch.
You pull back up my tights and smooth them nicely in place. I know what happens next and feel so happy to serve.
‘On the bed now Angel and wait for Sir.’
I’m settled in the most comfortable receiving position, so relaxed I don't care that the curtains are still open and we're on show. I’m so very happy just waiting knowing you're in control. You’ll know what's good for me. Time drifts a little as I sink into the pillows. Then suddenly your hand on my head. I’m instantly alert. Well more alert anyway. You're repositioning my hips now, raising my bottom pushing my legs apart with your naked thigh. Just feeling your nakedness I let out a low moan of desire and close my eyes in perfect readiness for whatever might come.
‘Good Girl.’ I know I am now. That's so lovely. I need you to enjoy me and use me now.
‘You know what you have to do now, Angel.’ I do know what I have to do. I have to ask you. But I’ve never done this with you Sir before. I feel anxiety grow again but then I feel your hard cock brush against my bottom and all worry is gone. You do want to enjoy me. I think.
‘Please use me Sir, however pleases you. I want to be used as your play toy. To use me is your right now, please Sir.’
With that you set me on my feet and lead me to the bed.
‘We don’t this,’ and my dress is pulled over my head. ‘Not this.’ and my bra is roughly pulled down to reveal my breasts. You smile as you pick each nipple hard and my knees give way a little.
‘Stand straight. Arms clasped at your back. That’s better.! You continue to play with them roughly as I stand straight as I can while my pussy melts.
“On the bed now ready for Sir.’ I clamber onto the bed and into the ready position. I feel your fingers on my feet, my ankles, my calves working your way up, the something else I don’t what but I’m guessing. Your fingers thickly my stinging cheeks, tantalising me and the crotch of my tights.
‘What’s this, angel? You’ve got your lovely new tights wet. That won't do at all.’ and with that you rip them apart. I feel cold, wet and as hot as ever I have and I sink deeper as you thrust hard and deep inside. It's all a swirl of sensations and emotions..I'm wholly yours as my body takes over and I am consumed by leg shaking orgasms. There's pain there too but don't know quite how.
I just melt completely now. I might even sleep. But I feel myself being carefully wrapped in the softest of fleecy blanket and cradled in your arms. And you're whispering perfectly adorable things in my ear.
And it's over to you now Sir. Your Angel is listening very very carefully to every word.
… TBC