Shea Learns the Ropes

It started innocently enough. This class was different than most she had taken – for one thing, she wasn't the oldest student. There were several of them, some even older than her 47 years. She couldn't help but notice one in particular. Mike was a big guy and she liked them big; after all, Shea was a big girl. Though they sat on opposite sides of the classroom, she couldn't help but look his way when she thought he wasn't looking, but he often was.

Shea thought he was hot – he was smart, he was funny. They started chatting before class and then online and things took a more personal turn. She wasn't all that surprised to learn that he was into BDSM. He was a Dom, heavily into the lifestyle. He may have been surprised to learn that she was submissive. But she was also married, while he was divorced, and while Shea was a big flirt, she'd never taken it any further than that, no matter how tempted she was. And she often was severely tempted. But nothing prepared her for his onslaught.

Mike was relentless in his pursuit. They talked about their likes and dislikes, and Shea worried that she could never be the pain slut he craved. He scared her with his stories about the parties he attended, what he put his subs through. He showed her his toy collection one day, all manner of whips and floggers and paddles and wicked looking clamps, not to mention knives and his keen interest in all things electrical – a tens unit and a violet wand. Shea wasn't even sure how a lot of that stuff was used but she was pretty sure she didn't want to find out.

They started meeting an hour before class to hang out together. At first it was just chatting, but one afternoon as they wandered the campus, Mike pulled her into a secluded alcove, grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her hard. She hadn't been kissed like that in a long time. In fact, hadn't been kissed by anyone but her husband in more years than she cared to think about. Her head was swimming. Her legs were weak, if Mike hadn't had such a firm grip on her she might have fallen. He kept kissing her and she found herself kissing him back, sucking his tongue like a starving woman. Finally he stopped his onslaught, but the way she was looking up at him, lust blazing in her eyes, one arm around his neck, the other hand grasping his shirt, well, he smiled and couldn't help kissing her again.

Her nipples were aching, the hard points pressing into his chest. His hand wandered down to her ass and grabbed her hard, making her moan against his mouth. Finally she pushed back, gasping for composure, and he let her. But Mike started something that day, he lit a fire that she was afraid wouldn't ever go out again.

Their talks continued and so did the kissing. She started picking him up at his apartment and driving him to school. Parking became parking, his mouth on hers, his hands wandering. One day she wore a skirt and as she bent over to get her books out of the car, he came up behind her and ran his hands up the back of her thighs to her ass. And she let him. She let him run his hands over her tits, her nipples aching for his touch and he obliged. He moved slowly, not wanting to scare her off, but her need was so obvious and so great. As much as she fought it, she was helpless against her body's betrayal.

They sat in her car and he kissed her and kissed her and made her dizzy with desire, his hands somehow forcing their way under her top, into her bra. He grabbed one breast and pinched the nipple, feeling it grow even harder. He pinched it harder and she moaned. Then he grabbed the other one, pinched harder still and she thought she would pass out from wanting him.

But he knew enough to stop, to leave her wanting more. He pushed a fat finger into her mouth and she sucked on it greedily. He added another finger, pushing them down, trying to make her gag. She just sucked harder, swallowing his fingers down her throat and his eyes glittered. She looked up at him, looked into his eyes while he forced his fingers deeper down her throat and she sucked them, her tongue swirling all around.

What he wanted was for her to beg him to take her, and he was leading her down that path. He was a patient man and didn't mind waiting. She warned him that she was a big tease, that she would never do what he wanted. She worried that she could never please him, that she could not take the sort of punishment that she knew he wanted to mete out.

One evening she took him home after class and he directed her to park in a dark area of the parking lot. Shaking, she did as he asked and to reward her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, looking at the reaction he caused, her eyes glazing over with lust. He laughed to himself; she may not think she was a pain slut but he knew better. The way she reacted to the smallest things like the tug of her hair made him itch to train her, to take her into subspace.

Midterms came around and they met at the library. He arranged for a private study room, a small room with a smaller window, a table and a few chairs. The librarian gave him the key to the study room. It was dangling from a large, paddle shaped piece of wood. He slapped it thoughtfully against his hand as she watched.

Shea dressed like a slut for him that day. She wore a short, tight skirt and a low cut top that had half of her enormous breasts exposed. He couldn't help but notice. She knew they would be alone and she was scared and hungry and uncertain about what she wanted and what she could give him.

They studied for their midterm but he couldn't help himself, as she turned in her chair to get something out of her bag, her ass in that tight skirt jutting out towards him, he made his move. The wooden paddle made a loud crack in the small room, and she jumped and let out a small sound. He laughed and said she probably didn't even feel it through the denim of her skirt, but her hand went to the spot where he made contact and she rubbed out the sting. She was afraid she was going to leave a damp spot on the back of her skirt so she excused herself quickly and ran to the ladies room to tidy up and try and catch her breath.

Weeks followed of more teasing and more kissing. They were in her car a lot, and one memorable afternoon he kissed her into a state of euphoria, his skillful fingers on her nipples, making them grow when he suddenly reached into her bra and pulled one of her huge tits out, bent his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She was so far gone by then she didn't even try to stop him but then sanity returned and she begged him to stop. She was squirming so, her panties were drenched, glued between her pussy lips. He decided she needed a safe word, a way to stop him from crossing any lines that she didn't want crossed so he told her if she really wanted him to stop anything, at any time, all she needed to do was say "please stop". She never realized how difficult it would be to utter those two, tiny little words.

That day she didn't need to say it and somehow she drove home without crashing her car. She found if her thong was tight enough, she could wiggle her bottom as she drove and it would rub against her clit. Occasionally she came that way but that day she didn't want to. She just prolonged the teasing, wondering if she would stain her car seat.

When she got home, the house was empty. She was almost never home alone and she ran to the bathroom, afraid her husband would be home any minute. She called Mike, breathing hard, and told him he left her so hot she had to cum for him, and she did as he listened. He urged her on, and she kept her fingers moving across her clit, then sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. She rubbed harder and faster, his voice hot and dark in her ear, making her moan out her desire and rub out one orgasm after another. Within minutes she came for him, over and over, until she was exhausted and her pussy was sore. She was sore for a couple of days but didn't mind, it forced her to think about him.

Their relationship continued, moving a step closer and a step back, depending on her mood. He went to fetish parties every weekend and told her wild stories. He loved shocking her, loved her reactions. One day he asked her if she'd like to see pictures of his sub. They had a rather intense night of knife play so Shea asked him to send her the pictures. She figured it would force her to see how she could never please him. He sent it, and she was shocked at the number of cuts across the girl's ass. But somehow it didn't quench her desire for him.

She wanted him but on her terms, and she knew he would fulfill her needs. She wanted to go to his room and feel his floggers on her ass. But he told her she would feel them everywhere below the shoulders. Her ass for sure, but her sides and her feet and her back and stomach and her tits. He suggested a cat would be better for her pussy, it was smaller and he would have more control and she felt a wave of heat roll through her at the mere suggestion. He told her how he would take her into subspace, and how badly she needed it, and why. He saw her need and planned to meet it.

She arrived wearing that tight, short denim skirt again, this time with an off the shoulder, black peasant blouse that laced up the front and left the top half of her breasts exposed. She was nervous, he could see that. He kissed her to calm her down but it wasn't working. He pulled back and looked at her thoughtfully. He would go about this a little differently.

He ordered her to strip. She started arguing with him but he just turned his back on her, crossed the room and sat down on a chair. He beckoned to her and she followed him, standing before him.

"Strip. Now," Mike said, looking into her eyes. "I want to see those pretty tits and that pretty ass and I want to see them now. If you do as you are told, I will only take you from fair white to pink to red. If you force me to ask you again, I will turn your entire body my favorite color, purple."

With trembling hands she pulled her shirt up over head, her black lace bra not hiding what was under it. She opened her skirt and using the arm of the chair for balance, pushed it down over her generous hips until it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, her black lace thong once again glued between her dripping pussy lips. She stood there, afraid to move, afraid to take off the rest, afraid not to. He just looked at her and she quickly reached around and unhooked her bra. She shrugged it off, or rather tried to, it got stuck under her breasts. She pulled it free and bent over him, pressing her tits against his face. She'd wanted to feel his beard against her hot skin almost as long as she'd known him. While she rubbed against him, she hooked her fingers in the top of her thong and started pulling it down. When she got it past her knees his hand came up and grabbed the hair on the top of her pussy.

Mike said, "I told you I'd grab your hair and force you to walk across the room if I ever had the chance. And now I do."

With her panties falling down around her ankles, he pulled on her pussy hair and she shrieked, music to his ears. He leaned over and whispered in her ear,

"This is just the beginning. I want to hear you screaming uncontrollably. Then maybe I'll fuck you."

Shea's whole body started to shake, whether from fear or desire she wasn't sure. "Probably both," she thought.

He started pulling her pubic hair, forcing her to move along with him and he marched her around the perimeter of the room. He was still fully dressed, she was naked and being led around the room by her pubic hair. It hurt a bit, but she was getting incredibly turned on. He led her to the bed and ordered her to kneel beside it. She asked for a pillow but he said,

"You haven't earned that yet."

She knelt down and looked up at him. He grabbed a fistful of her dark red hair and pulled her head back.

"Suck me. I've waited long enough."

She opened his pants and found his hardening cock and pulled it out. She started to pull his pants down but he stopped her.

"Kiss it. Kiss my cock, wench."

"Yes, sir," she replied.

Her lips were soft and wet and she gently kissed the head of his cock. Her tongue snaked out and she licked all around the head, paying special attention to the underside. She licked up and down his shaft.

"I said SUCK" he roared, and with his hands pulling her hair, he rammed his hard cock down her throat. She choked a bit at the sudden onslaught, but quickly caught her breath and started sucking in earnest, looking up at him while he fucked her mouth like it was a pussy. He pounded her, his balls slapping against her chin and she took it, loving it, moaning against his dick, making her throat vibrate against his hardness. She kept swallowing him, her tongue flickering along the underside, vying to make him cum. She wanted his cum, wanted to taste him, but as if he could read her mind, he suddenly pulled out.

"You haven't earned that either, my sweet slut." Leaving his hard cock hanging out of his pants, wet with her saliva and his precum, he ordered her to bend over the side of the bed. He pushed her feet apart, as far as they would go, leaving her ass and pussy exposed. He could see her clit all swollen and throbbing and slick with her juices. He brought his hand down on her ass hard, leaving a red handprint there, then did it again and again, the last time spanking her pussy. She moaned with pleasure.

He pulled her up on the bed and turned her over. He tied each hand to a corner of the bed with soft rope, and then he tied her ankles apart. He took more rope and started wrapping it around the base of her tits. He tightened the rope, forcing her tits to protrude and tighten. Her nipples were growing hard.

Mike bent over her and his tongue moved across her tits. He wet her breasts with his saliva and combined with the coolness in the room, it made her nipples stand up even further. Then he gently pulled one into his mouth, licking it then sucking it before she felt his teeth on her. She moaned with desire and her body started trembling. He leisurely had his way with her nipples, moving back and forth between them, sucking harder and biting harder and harder until she was a squirming, steamy mess, begging him for more.

"More what?" he teased.

"Fuck me, Mike, please..." she begged.

"What did you call me?" he asked, amused.

She groaned with frustration.

"Sir, please fuck me. I need you now!"

"You aren't anywhere near ready for that, slut," he replied.

Mike kissed her mouth, their tongues swirling together. She was getting desperate, but she wasn't there yet, not nearly as desperate as he planned to make her.

He slid his tongue down her body, between her tits and across her stomach, stopping to stab it into her belly button. Her squirming continued and her breathing was getting heavy. He slid between her legs and looked at her spread open cunt, all juicy and waiting for him.

"Such a pretty pussy," he said. Then he kissed it.

He licked her slit, sliding up from her hole across her clit. She jumped, her bottom lifting off the bed a bit. He licked up and down her outer lips, enjoying her taste, before plunging his tongue inside her. She gasped, and he licked and sucked at her hole like a starving man. She was squirming like crazy and his large hands grasped her ass and he pressed his face into her pussy. He rubbed her clit with his nose, and then with his tongue, sucking it gently, feeling it grow in his mouth. He started licking her in earnest then, his tongue whipping her clit and he felt her whole body shaking. Her moans were getting louder and louder, she was moving her head from side to side, her hair flying.

He plunged one finger inside her and she howled. Then he added another, fucking her with his fat fingers, feeling her velvety walls grasping his fingers while his tongue danced upon her clit. Suddenly he stopped and she really let out a shriek then.

"Do you want to cum, my pet?" he asked her.

"YES! YES!" she screamed at him.

"Then ask me nicely," he said, grinning, his face wet with her juices.

"Mike, please, please make me cum," she begged.

"Hmmm...what did you call me? You will be punished for that, my dear."

"Oh FUCK! Master, please, please let me cum, I can't stand it, I can't take it anymore..." she was babbling, becoming incoherent, and Mike knew he had her where he wanted her.

"Okay my little slut. Here is the deal. I will make you cum, you will cum harder than you have ever cum before, but then...you are mine. I will do what I want with you. Your body will belong to me today. Are we clear on that?"

"YES! Anything you want, just please, let me cum, my body is on fire," Shea replied.

Mike laughed. He hadn't even started the fire yet.

He put his head back down and plunged three fingers hard into her dripping pussy, taking her clit in his mouth and running his teeth over it. He held the bottom of her clit between his teeth, the skin pulled back, and quickly whipped his tongue back and forth across the ultra-sensitive tip. She started screaming them, uncontrollably screaming as she came. Juices were gushing out of her pussy, drenching his face, splashing over his hand and soaking the bed. He kept up his onslaught and somehow she lifted her body up off the bed, despite the ropes holding her down.

"STOP! Please stop," she screamed. "Please master, please, I can't take anymore."

One more tug on her clit with his mouth and he was done. She was shaking all over, trembling from her head to her toes.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Please, master, I need to feel your cock in my cunt."

Mike slid out of his clothes in record time, noticing that she even got her juices on his shirt. He'd savor that later. He moved between her legs, his cock standing straight out and he made her beg him again.

"Please, master, please fuck me." Her eyes were glazed over and she could barely talk. He fucked her then, fucked her hard, and from the moment he first plunged his hardness into her tight, wet cunt, she started screaming. He pushed hard, rubbing against her clit as his cock plunged in and out of her steaming pussy and her head was moving again, she was whipping it back and forth, and he felt her orgasm, over and over, her muscles clamping down on his cock until she drew out the essence of him. He came deep inside her and she howled from the heat of it.

"Please hold me," she whispered, barely able to get the words out. He moved next to her, admiring the flush that spread across her body, and he held her soothingly, gently kissing her face for a few minutes. When he judged her sufficiently calm, he knew it was time. He got up and she barely noticed.

He walked over to this box of toys and selected a heavy flogger. He walked back and stood over her, waiting for her to focus on him. She sleepily turned her head and looked up at him, smiling, until she realized what was in his hand.

"You know your safe word?" he asked her.

She nodded.

"Say it. Tell it to me."

"Please stop," she said.

He drew the flogger down across her face, the tails trailing softly across her skin. He had her attention now. And with that, he drew back his arm and she watched as the leather flogger came down on her bound breasts with a thud. She was so surprised she didn't make a sound at first, but then the pain came a moment later and she let out a shriek. Satisfied, he did it again. The blows started coming faster and moving down her body, from her rapidly turning bright pink breasts to her stomach and then her thighs and her pussy. He whipped the soles of her feet, turning them pink to match her thighs and stomach. Then he started over again, flogging her breasts. Blows rained down on the tops of her tits and the leather would catch the nipple, causing her to howl. He stepped back to admire his work, her skin a pretty shade of hot pink.