SMack!

First Experience

by curious joe - 14.01.1998

My experiences with Mistress's has been little.

But one of the Mistress's I was with was named Mistress Amanda.
She was young maybe 25, very pretty blonde, she was dressed in a tight leather outfit that showed off her curves, cut low at the neckline and high on her luscious hips, she wore a pair of dark nylons and her blond hair was cut perfectly straight around her head at shoulder length, a very professional looking dominatrix.

As soon has I walked in the door of her house she had me strip naked, she commanded me to get on all fours then placed a collar on me, she led me into her dungeon with a leash, once I was inside she took a cane and swatted me across my ass several times, every now and then she would laugh when I quivered from the sting. She bored with this after awhile and sat on a table that had a thick glass top.
She had me remove her shoes and lick her feet, I enjoyed licking her feet because it was my first contact with her. After I had licked every nook and cranny of her beautiful feet. I was told to lay flat on my back with my head under the table, the rest of my body laying in front of her, and to lick her ass through the glass. I did my best to lick right through the glass. I felt the cane she had swatted me with probing my penis and balls. Fear fell over me, a swat on the ass was intriguing but a swat on the balls probably would have incapacitated me for a while. She swatted me across the legs and told me to come lay out on the floor where she could sit on my face. I was instructed to sit on my hands and then she sat on my face, still clothed, and told me to lick her ass. She was squirming on my face and I enjoyed every moment of it, she slid her ass down to my stomach and I pulled my legs up to balance so not to tip over, she laid back using my knees for a back rest and pushed her feet back in my face. I could not see her at all now, but assumed she was smiling. She got up and tugged on my leash. She told me to put on some of the cloths in this box she had on the side of the room, I looked in the box, all the cloths where female and shear, I did as she said, Now "she said" Dance like a girl. I want to be entertained.
Well to be honest with you I am a large man about 220lbs, I don't even dance good for a man, let alone a female, my impersonation of a female dancer failed miserably, she said: "You are pathetic." She went on to tell me she was not entertained and I was to be disciplined for not putting enough effort into it. She pointed to a large wooden X type bondage device. I was tied to the X. Once in place she put nipple clamps on me, at first they didn't seem to bother me but after awhile I did feel them start to sting, then she went to the corner of the room and came back with a small cat-o-nine tails. I must of took about 5 lashes before she noticed she was not getting the effect she wanted.
Another trip to the corner showed a medium sizes cat-o-nine tails.
Again she started on me, the lashes somehow always came across my chest, stomach, and my semi erect penis. I noticed her looking in my face as she came down on me with this whip. Perhaps my mistake was the look of confidence I noticed I had in a mirror on a closet door to my right. What ever it was it warranted a third trip to the whip corner, this time Mistress returned with a very intimidating cat-o-nine tails.
I wondered if I would be able to handle that. SWAAAAAATTTTT Damn did that hurt. I could barely catch my breath.
SWAAAAAAAATTTTT aaahhhhh my chest ahhhh my dick.
For a moment an image of one of my nuts being ripped off by the whip crossed my mind. (Trust? Trust? I had reached that point!) This was my first meeting with this Mistress I didn't know her well enough to trust her this far.
SSSSSSSWAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT AHHHHGGG
That one made a tear welt up in my eye and I yelled out MERCY Mistress!!! Mercy!!!
She smiled very snidely at me " I knew this one would do you in. She sat on the glass table looking at me dangling limp on the X.
After a while she released my she allowed me to kiss her ass and my first session was over.

I guess my first mistress will always be like a lot of peoples first time having sex. It was great. The next day was a killer I could barely move and had to pretend in front of my wife like everything was normal.
With every pain I could see that snide little smile on Mistress's face and when I went to the bathroom and grabbed my penis to take a piss, pain seared through me, examining my penis more closely showed it to contain a large bruise on one side from my flogging.

Oh sweet sweet pain.

 Curious joe

(to be continued …)