Denise was a woman who really knew how to stand out. She was stunningly beautiful. 5’ 6 inches tall, black, with huge almond shaped eyes that always seemed to look suggestive, a full mouth and a beautiful smile. She also had an extremely curvaceous figure created by the combination of a big round bottom, massive 36EE breasts and a tiny waist that were shown off perfectly by the short sleeve top that clung to her breasts, black skin tight leggings and a pair of black high heeled shoes. As soon as I saw her I did a double take and as I admired her figure she looked me up and down and gave me a full blown smile. It was obvious I was staring at her and feeling I had to say something I came out with the worst chat up line ever. ‘You won’t stay looking as good as you do eating that!’ gesturing at the Microwave meal in her basket. Even as I said it I cringed and was very relieved when she smiled and replied. ‘Oh really, and are you always in the habit of lecturing strange women on the dangers of ready meals or did you just decide to pick on me?’ she said giving me a wicked smile. ‘No, just you… and you don’t look strange!’ ‘I think that’s a compliment’ she said laughing.
For a second I felt quite awkward. ‘Yes, I think there was a compliment in there somewhere’ I said, ‘it just wasn’t obvious’. ‘Do you want to try again’ she said looking at me demurely. ‘Ok’ I said, straightening my tied like it was an interview. ‘I don’t normally chat women up who buy microwave meals’ I said grinning. ‘But I thought in your case I would make an exception, its just that I’m failing miserably’. She laughed. ‘And who said you are failing? Perhaps I might like a coffee?’ I have to admit she was clearly making this easy for me and confidence returning I replied. ‘Well if you are asking me for a coffee I won’t say no. Where do you want to take me?’ I said giving her my cheekiest grin. She stood looking at me for a second, returned the meal to the shelf and walked away. ‘Aren’t you coming?’. We both laughed and leaving the store we introduced ourselves and walked across the road to a coffee shop where I ordered drinks as she sat at a table.
Over coffee we chatted about our work and she told me she only lived around the corner. After mentioning that I was a part time Personal Trainer we chatted about exercise and nutrition. ‘I could do with some exercise’ she said looking suggestively. I looked at her cheekily. ‘Oh I think of several things I could do to help you get fit’ I said smiling. ‘I bet you do’ she answered coyly. For the next thirty minutes the conversation increasingly became more sexual and she commented that she thought I would be extremely demanding when I train someone. I sat looking at her intensely and told her to drink up. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I thought we could go back to yours and I could give you some one to one training’. I sat straight faced as she sat looking at me wondering if I was being serious or not. ‘And why would I do that?’ she said. ‘You wanted some advice on fitness and now is your chance. A one to one full body workout… and it won’t cost you a thing’. She looked across at me dubiously and smiled. ‘Yeah right, like you aren’t going to want something in return’. ‘Well if you’re offering’ I said letting the sentence hang in the air, smiling. Standing up I gestured to the door and after some hesitation she shook her head in resignation and walked to the door, giving me a really suggestive smile as she did so.
She wasn’t joking about living round the corner and I had to laugh when we went three doors down from the shop and she put a key in the door and led me up a flight of stairs to her flat. No sooner had we got in the door and entered the hallway I saw her bedroom door and stepping up behind her, pulled her onto me and kissed her neck. She turned her head to face me and our mouths locked passionately. Grabbing the bottom of her short sleeve top I pulled it up as she lifted her arms allowing me to take it off and throw it across the room. Then in one movement I pulled down her leggings and she audibly squealed as I did so. ‘Kick off your shoes’. Bending down she thrust her bottom against me as she reached down, unclasped her shoes, kicked them off and then lifted her feet from her leggings as I pulled her back into me. ‘Stand still!’ ‘What?’ I told her again. ‘Stand still I want to look at you’. She stood and looking over her shoulder she had the most seductive look on her face as I stood back admiring her perfectly round bottom with the back of her G-String just visible before disappearing between her cheeks. Slowly I walked around her. Her matching bra hardly contained her massive breasts. She looked supremely confident in her body, pure excitement and adrenaline in her eyes. We were literally on the precipice, both of us aware of the intensity, the kind of tension you feel you can cut with a knife. I stood in front of her devouring every single inch of her body. Nothing was said. I could see her cheeks flush. She bit her lip and I watched her breathing deepen. We stared into each other’s eyes and then reaching up, she unclasped her bra and discarded it onto the floor before bending down and removing her knickers.
Now naked, I walked around her admiring her nakedness. I was still suited and booted which made the contrast between her nakedness and me being fully dressed even more erotic. All the while she stood absolutely still. She made no effort to move other than to turn her head to follow me as I walked around her, looking, devouring every inch of her body. Then I told her to stand in front of her bed, placed one hand on her stomach, the other on her back and bent her forward. Bent over at the hips, she placed her hands on the bed to steady herself. She stayed motionless, while once again I admired her nakedness. In this position, her massive breasts hung heavily. Bent over, her bottom looked so round and her hips so wide I wanted to kneel behind her, part her cheeks and lick every single inch of her flesh. However, I held off and contained my excitement. Finally, after long seconds just looking at her beautiful round bottom, I stepped forward and stroked her cheeks. I heard her draw breath as I continued to caress and stroke her cheeks and slowly running my hands between her cheeks. She loved it, rocking her bottom from side to side and looking over her shoulder, clearly enjoying every minute.
I couldn’t resist it. Drawing back my hand I gave her bottom a light slap. ‘Mmm’. ‘You like that?’ I asked. She bit her lip and waved her bottom from side to side encouraging me. Another light slap and once again she murmured her appreciation. I stroked and caressed her and then another slap, only this time slightly harder. She kept motioning her bottom from side to side as I slapped the other cheek before caressing the point of impact. For several minutes I continued, first one cheeks, then the other before caressing and stroking her bottom. Every couple of slaps I increased the intensity until I felt a definite sting on impact and heard her groan in pleasure. More caresses, more slaps, always stroking her in between the slaps became increasingly hard until slight red patches appeared and her groans became even more incessant. Denise was clearly loving this I found my own response surprising as my cock was now rock hard and throbbing making my strokes even more intense. As I watched the redness increase I not only caressed her bottom but stroked her gently between her legs running my fingers slowly along her pussy. She gasped and I was really surprised as how wet and inflamed her pussy felt. I heard her moan quietly as I continued to gently probe her pussy and using my other hand, I continued to give her bottom another hard slap. Obediently she remained bent over making no effort to move as I delved a finger into her now very wet pussy and continued to slap her bottom. For some minutes I continued my onslaught, never slapping her hard enough to make her yelp or signify pain but clearly enough that she was now breathing heavily, her pussy pulsing against my fingers. Simultaneously, I slapped her cheeks and thrust my fingers deep inside her as I felt her pussy contract and moaning loudly, her orgasm took her. Her legs seem to buckle as I continued to stroke her, caressing her bottom until finally I stood, took her arms and lay her fact down on the bed.
Then kneeling on the floor, I parted her thighs and continued my assault on her, pulling her cheeks apart I repeatedly licked and sucked her anus and pussy until she was thrusting her bottom into my face and moaning loudly. I turned her over and reaching up she tried to remove my jacket but I resisted and told her to lay back. Reluctantly she let go and pulling her legs apart I once again knelt between her thighs and reaching up, massaged her breasts as I took her clit in my mouth and brought her off again, this time fingering her anus as well sending her literally thrashed around the bed, begging me to stop. Reluctantly I stopped sucking her and softly licked and caressed her pussy lips as we calmed down and standing up I sat on the bed next to her and stroked her gently. In all the time that I had been licking and sucking her I had made no effort to undress or indeed touch my cock even though the front of my boxers bore testament to my excitement. Once again, I experienced a tremendous feeling of power at not letting her touch me or fucking her. She seemed confused at my reaction but I told her I had to go back to work. She asked for my number and I left, never really thinking I would see her again.
Three weeks later she called and invited me round for coffee. Within minutes we took off where we had left off and she was soon naked as I stroked, caressed and kissed every inch of her body. However, this time was different as she made several repeated attempts to take off my clothes. I resisted and for a minute we wrestled each other as I held her wrists and refused to take off my clothes. She struggled repeatedly to tear off my tie and jacket until I was left looking dishevelled and the more we struggled the more immense my cock pulsed and throbbed for release until I threw her on the bed and pinned her down. Within seconds I slid my fingers into her as she surrendered her fight, lay back and allowed me to do anything and everything I wanted.
Several weeks passed but I hadn’t heard from her so I called her and asked if she wanted to meet. ‘Only on my terms’ she said. ‘Really! And what terms are those?’ I replied indignant. ‘If you want to come back to mine it has to be different’. I laughed dismissively. ‘Ok, don’t bother’ and the phone went dead. I expected her to call me back but she didn’t. After ten minutes I relented and called her back. ‘What?’ she said sharply. ‘I wondered where you had gone’ I said implying that the phone must have got cut off. ‘I hadn’t gone anywhere. I cut you off’. ‘What!’ I couldn’t believe it. ‘why?’ I asked. ‘If you want to see me it has to be on my terms’. I was taken back by her confidence. I tried to laugh it off but she was so dismissive of efforts that I started to believe she was serious. ‘So?’ she said abruptly. I was completely caught off guard. I was so confident that she would just agree to see me that I felt a little insecure and my confidence crumbled at her tone. ‘Ok’ I said quietly. ‘Ok, you are going to take me shopping and what ever I buy, you are going to have to wear it’. Without really thinking about it I agreed readily and to be honest I was intrigued. Fifteen minutes later I pulled up outside her flat and drew breath as she walked to my car. She was wearing a white blouse with a black waistcoat. I wouldn’t have thought it possible but they accentuated her breasts even more than normal which just didn’t seem possible. She wore a short black shirt, what appeared to be stockings, high heals and I couldn’t help notice the stares of several men’s she told me to park in town and telling me to wait as she walked off through the high street. Ten minutes later she appeared carrying a black carrier bag and gave me a very suggestive smile as she told me to drive to hers. I asked her what she had brought but all she would say was that I would find out very soon.
Arriving at her flat she told me to wait inn the lounge as she went to her bedroom and shut the door. Intrigued, I could feel my cock pulse and imagined her calling me to her room and finding her naked. After a couple of minutes I heard her call and opening the door I was confronted by the sight of her still wearing her high heals, her legs clad in stocking and the Basque pulled tight under her breasts, both her blouse and her knickers had gone. I was instantly excited but as I stepped towards her she told me to strip. I hesitated but my previous confidence had gone and feeling unusually unsure I did as instructed as she sat on a rectangular stool in front of her dressing table and lit a cigarette. I stripped and once naked she beckoned to me to step forward and stand in front of her. ‘Kneel and don’t speak!’. Not for many years had I been told what to do and feeling my erection standing hard and proud I felt completely in awe of her and did as instructed. She continued to smoke, it was as if she was oblivious to my presence and my excitement mounted. Finally, she leant down, stroked my cock and remarked that she could tell I liked being on my knees. ‘Don’t you!’ she barked and I nodded obediently. The excitement that I felt at that moment was indescribable. I was in total awe of her dominance and felt that at that moment I would have done absolutely anything she asked or commanded.
She finished her cigarette, she stood up and told me to lean over the stool. For a second I thought I had misheard her but as she repeated the instruction I knelt as if on my hands and knees resting my chest on the stool. She picked up the bag and took out several cords and proceeded to tie my wrists to the front legs of the stool. I didn’t make any effort to resist, in fact, as she tied the cord around my wrists and secured me to the legs of the stool, I felt an over whelming excitement flood through me. Once both hands were tied the feeling of being bent over, vulnerable and at her mercy made my cock throb and precum oozed from my cock and dripped onto the carpet. She then stood in front of me. Her huge breasts hung before me as she parted her legs and started to slowly stoke her pussy. I was already desperate and she knew it, my frustration increased when she bent her knees and squatted until her pussy was just inches from my upturned head. Desperate I tried to lick her pussy as she pulled open her lips and tantalised me with than. I could see how wet she was and I heard myself beg her to let me lick her as she continued to torment me. ‘Please’ I cried until finally she lowered herself allowing me to finally reach her, licking along her pussy lips, tasting her sweetness before she finally pressed herself forward onto my mouth and for a fleeting second I was able to cover her pussy with my mouth and suck her clit.
However, within seconds she stood up abruptly, walked around behind me and started to stroke my cock, pulling it back between my legs and rubbing the precum over my cock head. Already my cock felt very sensitive but she took no head and continued to wank me harder, only stopping intermittently to stop me ejaculating fully.
Then I felt something cold and wet drip between my cheeks and realised with some concern she was lubricating my anus with lube and then spread it over my balls and cock continually massage both until I was literally moaning in pleasure. Suddenly, she stopped and as I turned around to try to see her I heard her open the bag again and remembered her threat that I would have to wear what she had bought me. I caught site of something black and shiny in her hands and became fearful of her intentions as I felt her once again felt her massage my anus. I wasn’t comfortable with her touching my anus but unable to move I felt the pressure increase and then she slid a finger into my anus. I felt startled, wanted her to stop but then as she delicately started tov finger my anus I felt the most intense pleasure that seemed to radiate through my anus and along the length of my cock and surrendered totally. I relaxed and then tasking my cock she began to stroke my cock and slide first one finger and then a seconds into my anus as I pushed back against her as waves of pleasure flooded through me. By now I was almost whimpering with pleasure and within a minute or tow she had to stop to stop me losing control. ‘Please’ I begged but she took no heed and reminded me of what I had done to her. Then I felt something press against my anus only this time I could tell from the size it wasn’t her finger. I tried to see but couldn’t turn round enough to see clearly. ‘I told you I was going to but something for you’. Suddenly what seemed like pleasure turned to a sharp intense pain that had me squirming and gritting my teeth as I asked her what the hell she was doing. She immediately told me to be quiet and In tried to relax as whatever she had was slowly but firmly pushed into my anus. ‘Just relax’ she purred and as suddenly as the pain had started it disappeared to be replaced by the most intense feeling I think I had ever experienced as she pushed inch by inch what I could only surmise was a dildo deep inside me. By now I was groaning and moaning and holding it deep inside me she stayed still until finally relaxed, she started to thrust it slowly in and out of my anus. It was unbelievable and by now I was desperate. ‘Im going to cum’! As soon as the words left my mouth she immediately stopped and withdrew the dildo making me groan and curse in frustration. ‘What the…’ ‘Whatever you do, under no circumstances are you allowed to cum unless I tell you. If you do, you will be punished’! My mind was racing. ‘Punished’? I wondered what she meant but as soon as I began to ask her she told me that I could only speak if spoken to.
With me now silent, she once again took the dildo, slowly slid it into my now very receptive anus and started to slowly slide it in and out making me once again grown in pleasure. Once again the pleasure was unbelievable, I had never experienced such intense feeling in my cock and once again, copious amounts of precum seeped onto the carpet. By now I was gripping the leg of the stool, my breathing was so heavy I was sweating and groaning loudly. ‘I want to cum’ I groaned by she ignored me and rammed the dildo hard into my anus. ‘Please’! Another hard push and just as I had made my mind up to cum anyway she abruptly stopped and withdrew it in one swift move leaving me cursing and begging.
‘What did you just say’? she asked sternly. I hesitated. ‘Err nothing’! ‘It didn’t sound like nothing to me’! she purred. Then I saw her walk over to the bag and what she produced made me gasp and recoil. In her hand was a black crop. About two foot long, it had a leather strip on the end as just as I tried to imagine what it might feel like to be hit with it, she slashed me hard across the buttocks making me yell out. ‘Shut up Bitch’ and cropped me again. I had never been a lover of pain and certainly would never of expected to be tied to a stool and cropped. The pain was just enough to make me cry out and strain against the cords but what was really strange was that every time she cropped me, my cock pulsed and strained making me groan with pleasure. Several times more she cropped me, first one cheek and then the other and then I really cried out as she flicked the crop onto my balls making me groan in pleasure. ‘you liked that didn’t you’? she purred. I didn’t answer, I didn’t have to. Instinctively she knew and several more flicks on my balls told her everything she needed to know. For some minutes she cropped my balls, in between each lash of the crop she massaged my balls until once again my cock seeped precum onto the carpet and I was begging to cum.
Now that I was once again begging to cum she picked up the dildo, opened the bag and took out a leather looking harness. She inserted the dildo through a hole in the triangular shaped base then secured the harness around her waist. I had never seen a strapon in the flesh so to speak let alone be tied on my knees and clearly the intended recipient but as I knelt looking up at her any apprehension on my part was far outweighed by the excitement I was now experiencing. I actually felt like begging her to fuck me. She then knelt behind me, once again lubbed me up and then, painfully at first, she slid the dildo into my anus right up to the hilt. I nearly screamed, the force of her next thrust taking me completely by surprise. This wasn’t gentle. Her thrusts into me were hard and fast, held in for a second and then quickly pulled back. Another pause and then another hard thrust. I was begging! ‘More, stop, please, more’! Literally crying out in the most intense pleasurable pain. Then it just got more intense and the pleasure level soon had me begging to cum. Every time I did she would stop, withdraw and then once quiet, commence again. Finally after I dint know how long, she reached around and grabbed my cock. She didn’t do anything more than that but as I gasped in anticipation she slid as deep into me as she could and held it there. I was literally teetering on the edge. Her fingers slid around my cock head and I knew then it was time. She very slowly withdrew the dildo until I thought she was going to fully withdraw, her fingers slid deliciously along my cock and then she slid the dildo very slowly deep into my anus and at the point until I felt her press into my back and said ‘cum’! Immediately I shot a long stream of cum several feet across the carpet, then another, and again, my cry came through gritted teeth as the most intense orgasm I had ever had left me almost whimpering, the sensation was so great.
She withdrew and after some minutes she untied me. Exhausted I stayed slumped over the stool, catching my breath as she removed the harness. However, she wasn’t finished. ‘Come on Bitch’ and cropped me again. I recoiled but she was fast. Violently she grabbed my hair, pulled back my head and tipped me back onto my haunches. At the same time, she straddled the bench, leant back and forcefully pulled me into her pussy. ‘Lick it Bitch’ and I didn’t need asking twice as I feverishly licked and sucked her clit and licked her pussy. It was literally like she was riding the stool and my face was the saddle. She forced my face into her pussy so hard I was struggling for breath. The slight pause on my behalf resulted in the crop across my arse and her renewed force on the back of my head Suddenly energised, I reached up, sucked her clit hard and thrust two fingers into her pussy and started to finger her deep, hard and fast. She started to cry out calling me Bitch, telling me she wanted more. I obliged, licking, sucking, fingering her with renewed vigour as she rode my face. Then with a scream she orgasmed hard and held me suffocating against her pussy. Several more deep thrusts into her soaking pussy had her squirming, her pussy juice liberally coating my mouth and chin until finally her orgasm subsided and she pushed me away.
This was new territory for me. As an adult I had never been dominated and sexually used in such a manner and in some respects, I felt humiliated, embarrassed, surprised even at my submission. Yet, I had never felt so totally spent sexually and the feeling of surrender and submission made the experience exciting beyond words. She told me to get up coldly. Told me to get dressed as she had things to do. I couldn’t believe how cold and detached she was as she sat back, lit a cigarette and waited for me to leave. She walked me to the door and kissed me on the cheek. ‘Now you are my Bitch’ she said with a mischievous smile before gesturing me out and closing the door behind her.