Her Introduction Ch. 04

This has to be the most embarrassing thing of my life right now. I've never actually been called out on this, that I've never had an orgasm. I did expect him to just say fuck it and fuck me so that he could at least get off. But here I am, laying here with my eyes closed. I have no idea what he is planning or where he went. But I kept my eyes closed half in embarrassment, half excited and hoping he is going to put in an effort. I heard him rifle through his luggage and walk back over. He hopped on the bed and I felt his legs straddle by stomach and I felt his hard cock stretching his zipper also sitting on my stomach. I felt my heart beating faster and faster and I had no idea what was happening.

Just then I felt a soft and silky path go over my forehead and over my eyes. He was blindfolding me! My jaw and my stomach dropped simultaneously and my heart beat even faster. What have I gotten myself into? But it was the next thing that happened that drove me crazy. Once my eyes were fully secured, I heard him let out a sigh and felt his entire body drop with it. He was nervous, but what for? I felt his hands reach for mine and intertwine together. He lifted them ever so slightly and ever so slowly until they were both above my head, reaching towards the headboard. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting turned on at this point.

He held my two hands together and intertwined them together and with his hands he tied them with something soft and smooth. I jumped at the tightening of the fabric and I think he got scared, that maybe he had crossed a line with me. But he hadn't, not at all. But I was afraid, and I almost brought my hands down to my front to untie them and stop what he was doing. As soon as I didn't move, giving him the heads up to continue, he tightened the fabric and brought my hands up to the top of the headboard where they were secure from moving anywhere. We sat like that, still for what felt like minutes. I could feel my entire body burning up, not just from embarrassment, but from lust and desire. I had never been put on display like this before, but it was the hottest thing I've ever done. I was on display for him to see me and to use me however he wanted.

I couldn't keep the thoughts from running through my head. Was he going to fuck me or was he going to just leave me here? Is he one of those guys that brings out whips and starts whipping people? I was so nervous but I felt so free and wanted nothing but to please him. I could feel my breathing getting heavier and heavier at the thought of any one of these things happening. The thought that he could still be a serial killer came to mind too. This is all so foreign to me, but I couldn't help getting aroused at this all. I felt my entire body get goose bumps, I could feel my nipples getting hard, and suddenly I felt a throbbing sensation on my clit that I've never felt before. In a matter of seconds, I was under some kind of sex spell that he had put on me. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted, to use me and take control of this entire situation to please the both of us. In this moment, I was his.

I felt him push himself back on me and lean down towards me. He kissed my cheek and then kissed my earlobe. "Just relax" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath hitting right on nerves. I was silent for a couple of seconds as I felt him kiss the rest of my ear, sending shivers again across my body.

"Yes sir." I told him. I don't think I've ever called anyone sir before, but this just felt so right. I've read a little bit about dominants and submissives, but I didn't really know anything about it. This doesn't feel like that. Most of what I thought about this was leather pants and whips and face masks; stupid stuff that I've seen on TV. I'm not sure what exactly this was. But sir always feels like a name for a man that's in control and has authority over you. I've never felt like any man had authority over me until just now. We had spent less than 24 hours together and he already knew so much about me. He knows how to make me laugh, what makes me happy, and I want to believe that he knows what gives me pleasure.

As soon as I uttered those words, I felt Andrew lift his head away from me. His breathing changed and his touches changed too. I wish I could have seen him to know exactly what had changed within him, but I knew it was something. Did I say the wrong thing? I felt him start to kiss my neck again, as he did before. But he was more forceful, and he was using his teeth now. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan at this sensation. He immediately stopped and I felt his chin on my neck as if he was looking up to see my reaction. He grabbed my right boob with his right hand and began squeezing it hard. His hands felt so much different now. Before, he was soft and gentle but now he used a lot more force and his hands were quick to squeeze my nipple.

He brought his mouth down to my nipple and began suckling on it. He enclosed his mouth over my nipple and used his tongue to play with it like he did my clit. I could feel myself getting wet and my legs twitching at this sensation. He began to suck even harder and I let out a moan of pleasure. I could feel my insides tightening up and I couldn't control my breathing. He grabbed my other tit with his other hand and began groping it with his entire hand, stopping occasionally to pinch the nipple. At the same time he used his teeth to bite down ever so slightly on my nipple and then a little harder. Another moan came out of me. I don't know where it was coming from, but it was louder, and huskier than any other the other ones. I felt my hips thrust against his jeans that were resting on my center, trying to make contact with my clit. He took his left hand from my boob and pressed my hips down firm, "No, no honey. You don't get to move. You sit still and don't move until I say you can." His voice was different now too, but it sent shivers down my body and my clit began throbbing again. I was loving this so much but I wanted him inside me so badly.

"Yes sir" I said resting my hips back down against the bed. I heard him let out a slight moan and his hand shot back up to my tits. He brought his mouth back down to my tit and began suckling again, biting down again, harder and harder. He listened to my moans and kept at it. I tried so hard to keep my hips still but I could feel them making the slightest movements towards his hard cock. Suddenly he bit down on my tit a little harder and my back arched up and another moan slipped out. He used this opportunity to put his left hand behind my back as he still focused on my right tit. He placed his left hand right behind my heart and dig his fingers in, pushing me up towards him. As he did this, he kept at my tit, but so much different now. Instead of suckling and biting, he worked just his tongue. He worked his tongue over my erect nipple and kept sucking, as to give me a hickey. At that moment, my hips flexed forward despite my fighting them to stay still, but not just a thrust. They thrusted forward with all they had, my insides tightening all the way. I felt like I couldn't breathe and I felt my legs shaking even more than they had before now. I kept trying to tell him to stop or to tell my brain to stop, but nothing came out. My mouth was open and I tried to make a sound, but nothing came out. My entire body became erect and still and I felt his tongue moving faster and faster on my nipple. My body was still and silent and I felt the most amazing wave of pleasure come over me, that I've never felt before. My vagina was pulsating and thrusting back and forth as if I was fucking some invisible cock. I've never felt anything like that before, I was warm and I was wet. Warm with embarrassment, anxiety, and lust; wet with sweat, his saliva, and my own juices. I just had my first orgasm without even being touched near my vagina. My jaw dropped and I heard him chuckle a little bit as he stopped sucking now.

He came back up to me and lifted my eye cover off to look into my eyes. He was smiling and he looked so proud. "Wow..." was the only word that I could muster up to say.

"Yeah, that's incredible. I thought cumming from tit stimulation was just a myth." He said trying to keep himself from laughing. "But that was hot, Beth. You're so hot." I felt my cheeks burn up and I looked away from him, not knowing what to say. But I'm sure he took my smile for a thanks for the compliment. "Are you ready for more?"

"What?" I almost yelled at him. There's no way that I could take any more of this.

"We aren't done Beth. Are you ready?"

Ready for what? What else could we possibly do? I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was curious. I looked up into his eyes, "Yes sir." He smirked at me, his eyes twinkling and put the cover back over my eyes.

"This time you can't cum without my permission."

"Why wouldn't you give me permission?" I asked starting to sit up to ask him, as if challenging him, but was quickly reminded that I couldn't move anywhere.

"Because you're mine and you listen to what I tell you. You can't cum without permission."

"Well when will you give me permission?"

"When you beg for it, sweetie."

"I'm not going to beg you for permission to-" He began licking my clit again and stopped me dead in my tracks. His tongue felt so good on my center, that it felt like I was going to cum again in seconds. But I was determined not to beg for it. I'm not a beg gar and I shouldn't have to beg for that.

He kept licked right on my clit and could feel my legs shaking around him. My breathing was again uneven and I tried to hold back my moans. Without missing a beat he stuck his index finger inside my vagina and I couldn't help but letting out a load moan and arching my back upwards, again being brought back down by my restraints. He began working my g spot and licking my clit and I knew I was coming close to cumming again. He knew it too. He immediately stopped and took out his finger. Once again I tried to sit up and I wish I could see the reaction on his face to how disappointed I was. "You don't have permission to do that, do you."

"Andrew, stop it. This is stupid." As soon as I said that he came up and ripped off the eye cover and looked into my eyes. He looked so stern in his convictions and he was going to stand by them. And just like that, I was under his sex spell again. "I'm sorry, sir." The look in his eyes was so genuine, but masked by control and authority. He wanted to please me, I just don't know why jumping through all of these hoops. But I was really into it, I could feel my vagina running hot at the thought of begging him to make me cum. "Can I please cum?"

His eyes lit up and he smiled from ear to ear. "Not yet" He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead and went back downstairs. He didn't cover up my eyes again, "I want you to watch me make you cum." Within seconds, he was moving his tongue around and had his finger back in me. I've never felt like this before, it was so liberating to not have to think about anything, but this pleasure he was giving me. I didn't have to think about what to do with my hands, I didn't have to think about where to look, I didn't have to think at all. I could just relish in his handiwork.

And within minutes I squealed through all of my moans, "Can I cum now?" He looked up at me but didn't stop what he was doing.

"That's not the right way to ask, Beth." I could see him smiling through the lips of my vagina. He really did want me to beg. And he knew that, he saw the hesitation on my face. And as he did, he stuck two fingers inside of me and began working his tongue faster and faster. My head dropped back and I could feel it building up inside of me. My back was arched and my hands were pulling against the restraints. I couldn't hold it back any longer but I didn't want him to stop like he did before.

"Please let me cum!" He didn't answer, he just kept doing going. "Please sir, please let me cum. Don't stop this time, make me cum." I've never talked like that before but saying those filthy words while looking into his eyes with his mouth and fingers all over me was sending me nearer to the edge.

He waited a couple of seconds as the sweat built up above my brows and he could tell I couldn't control my breathing or my muscles. "Cum for me." He finally said it and at the very second that he said it, my entire mind went blank and my muscles contracted around his fingers and I felt juices dripping down and out of me. I finally looked back towards him and he was cleaning me up with his tongue. He had made me have two orgasms in less than thirty minutes. What does that mean for me? What does that make me? And I'm still trying to figure out what he is.

He came up and laid down next to me. He was on his side facing me while I was still on my back, unable to move. I was still breathing heavily and thrusting myself as I kept getting rushes of pleasure from my orgasm. "That's nice, isn't it?" I nodded at him, still unable to talk. "Did you like begging me to cum?"

I felt myself blush within a second of him saying that. I didn't want to admit it, but I did. It was like he was building it up so it could be more powerful. And not only that, but I was giving him all of the power, so it was like a reward and more gratifying. I don't want to admit that I liked that, but still I told him, "yes sir, I did."

He smiled and pressed on, never straying away from my gaze, "What did you think about everything tonight?"

"What do you mean?" I'm really not one for confrontations or talking about my feelings or even talking about sexual things.

"Did you like giving over all of your control to me?" He had a look of seriousness in his face and I wasn't sure where he was going with this. But I really did like it. I loved it all. It was so liberating and he felt so strong and masculine. I nodded at him, but unable to speak the words. "Do you want to know more about this lifestyle?"

"What exactly is this lifestyle, Andrew?" I was so confused and I could see he was regretting even asking.

"I'm a dominant. There are so many degrees to this lifestyle. In the past, I've found a submissive and they're mine. My last one was the longest one that I've ever had. We met at a night club for people like me. And you could say that she's my girlfriend. But our relationship revolves around sex, I guess..." I could see him losing his train of thought trying to find the right way to explain this all to me as an outsider. "Well it's more than just sex, we care about each other. But she does what I say all the time no matter what it is or where we are. She obeys me."

"All the time?" I asked. I was so shocked and confused at this. How could someone follow another person's rules all the time, no matter what. I should just ask to leave now, that's not what I am or what I want.

Andrew was silent. I could see his mind racing. He let out a big sigh, "Yes, that's how it usually is. That's how I've done it in the past. Mary was my last sub and we met at a club. I met her because she was on stage that night, pleasuring herself." I tried so hard to keep any disgusted or surprised look off my face and to not interrupt him. "That meant she was looking for a dom. Her and I paired off and we met up every night for our dates together. And when she was bad, I had to punish her. But I took care of her, Beth. That's the whole point. It was about me taking care of her because we cared about each other. She wanted to pleasure me and I wanted to do the same. But it's more than just that. It's hard to explain I guess." He was now looking down at the bed, not making eye contact with me.

"Well... That's all it is? Is sex and commands?" I was so confused. My mind couldn't comprehend his entire revelation to me.

"Well it's different for everyone, I guess. There's some people who practice this stuff in bed, just like me and you did. They lead regular lives as equals outside of the bedroom but once they get into it, it's all about control. Others do it all the time. They expect their subs to be full-time subs and obey them no matter what. You know, like the men with their subs naked and crawling on a leash... Stuff like that." He trailed off and his face grew red.

"Naked crawling on the ground on a leash!?" By this time I'm pretty sure I was slightly yelling. This is all so weird to me. I would never ever be crawling on the ground on a leash or pleasuring myself on stage. I need to leave and get out of here. What if he doesn't accept my decline of this kind of relationship? Is he going to beat me as punishment if I don't stay?

"It's hard to understand as an outsider. But some people thrive with control, and some people want nothing more but to give up all of their control. It's different for everyone, Beth. But I know that you reveled in not having any control tonight in the bedroom. And that's a great start to this kind of lifestyle. You could cum as much as you want in this setting."

"I want more in life than to just have orgasms, Andrew. We had a great time at dinner tonight. Would we not be able to do anything normal besides sex? Because I can tell you right now, you'll never find me wearing a leash or following your every command!" I could feel my temper rising and I know I was beginning to raise my voice at him. I just didn't see any of this coming.

"Beth, calm down." He placed his hand on my cheek and could see tears welling in my eyes. "I don't want that from you. I don't ever want to have you on a leash. I want you to be free to make any choices that you want. You're so strong and independent, that's what draws me to you. It's weird to tell you that, but your independence and strong-will is what drives me to want to dominate you and control you, but only in the bedroom. I've had subs before where I controlled their whole lives, but I don't want that for you. You're too beautiful not to be free. But in here, behind closed doors, when you're naked and wanting me, I need to control you and make you submit to me. Hearing you beg me to cum was the sexiest thing. But it's more than just having you beg me and calling me sir."

It was all starting to make sense to me now a little bit more. Well not really. I was still confused. I liked being dominated in here. I liked being tied up and vulnerable for him to do whatever he wanted to me. He could have fucked my mouth or my ass, but he just wanted to please me. That's what kept me here and listening so long. I've never had a guy who worked so hard to make me have an orgasm or who spent his night making me cum twice and never even took his pants off. I wanted to know more, "What else is there?"

"There's a lot more I guess. You submit to me and trust me to make the decisions for you. You have to trust me and obey me when I tell you things, like when I tell you to beg me to cum. And when you don't trust me or you talk back, you get punished." He looked like he wanted to say more, but he closed his lips and kept them closed, losing all eye contact with me. He was waiting for me keep it going or to end it right here.

"What do you mean by punished..?" I asked hesitantly, but curiously.

"Mostly it's just spanking. Like I've said, there's different types. Some couples go with whips or butt plugs, but some couples do those for rewards. Some women like the pain and that's the couples whole thing. Some men like to hurt their sub and the sub gets off on it." My jaw dropped at this, I've never heard of any of this before.

"What's the worst punishment you've ever had to give?" I asked, knowing that I probably didn't want to know the answer.

"Beth..." he said looking right into my eyes, begging me not to make him tell me.

"I want to know." Our eyes didn't move.

"I've done a lot of stuff, I've been in this lifestyle for seven years. I did this all wrong when I first got into it, I thought it was all about the punishments. But it's not at all. I don't ever want to punish you, and I would never hurt you. But I don't want to talk about my past, all that matters is what happens from this moment forward." He was so vulnerable at this point, he had lost control. Should I take it and make him tell me the worst that he's ever done? Or should I let him keep control and keep moving along in what happens from this moment further?