Miss_Taboo

“I want my Christmas present now,” she purred into my shoulder.  We both had two Manhattans at Schiller’s Liquor Bar and we were warm. Toasty and warm, in fact.

“Now?” I asked as we stumbled up the stairs to our apartment.  “Like tonight?”

She nodded, and I took a deep breath.  Her present was a first for both of us, and I was suddenly glad for the drinks.  I was nervous, excited, terrified, and more than a little turned on. 

“Go into the bedroom and undress,” she whispered playfully into my ear.  I didn’t move for a moment, and she pushed me away with a strong hand and said it again.  “Go!”

I hung my jacket up, undid my shirt and tie, and slipped them back into my closet.  I pulled off my wool slacks, rolled up my socks, and climbed onto our bed in nothing but a worried grin.

When she walked in her silliness was gone.  She wasn’t swaying and she wasn’t laughing any more.  She was dressed in jeans and a tight white shirt that only hinted at her breasts beneath. My eyes moved down her body to her crotch, and I could see it against her thigh.  The bulge in her jeans looked enormous, and I had to physically hold myself still to keep from jumping off the bed.

“Get on the floor,” she growled at me, and I obeyed without thought.

“Do you know what’s going to happen?” she asked in a deep voice.

“No,” I whispered, looking down at the floor, and it was the truth.  The only thing I did know was that I was hers.  I wasn’t in control, I wasn’t calling the shots, and I most definitely wasn’t going to tell her what to do. 

I watched as she unzipped her jeans and reach her hand in.  When she pulled out the thick cock I let out a noise I have never made before.  Her fingers were tight in my hair, and she pulled me to her with a strength I didn’t know she had.

“Suck my dick, you little whore,” she whispered. 

And I did.  I closed my eyes, wrapped my hands around her cock, and I sucked it.  I licked it and grabbed it tightly as I tried to take it too far in at once.  I choked but I kept on going, and the only thought that went through my head was, “I have to please her.”

She thrust her hips into me, and each time I choked she pulled tighter and thrust harder.

“That’s right,” she moaned.  “Suck my dick like you mean it.  Get it nice and wet for me so I can fuck your virgin ass.”

I tried to keep going and I tried not to gag, but between her thrusts and my excitement there was little I could do.  I was in a completely new place, and for the first time in my life I wanted to receive.  I wanted to be fucked and used, and I wanted her to do it.

“It’s time,” was all she said, as she yanked my head back by my hair.  She pulled me up, kissed me on the mouth, and then shoved me onto the bed.  She climbed right up onto me, and she forced open my legs so hard that I screamed.  She stared down at me, my own cock hard against my stomach, and she growled again.  

“Beg for it,” she said. 

I closed my eyes and all I could feel was the pain in my thighs as she forced my legs open wider and pushed her body beneath me.  She had two very lubed fingers inside me before I could answer, and while she began gently, the longer I waited, the harder she got.

“Please,” I finally whispered.  

“Please what?” she asked.

“Please fuck me,” I said, and I meant it.  I wanted her inside me, and I wanted to give her everything.  I wanted to be used and fucked, and I wanted to scream. I needed to be used and fucked, and I needed to scream.

She held her cock in her hand as she rubbed more lube up and down her shaft, and she was staring at my open legs instead of my eyes.  She pushed against me, and her nails dug into my thighs.  I wanted to her to see me, but her expression wasn’t mine and her desire didn’t belong to me at all.

When she pressed the head of her cock against my ass, I moaned.  When she pushed it in, I gasped, and when she finally buried herself deep inside me, I bit my lip and tried not to scream.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

I nodded and she asked me again.  “Are you ready?”

“Yes. Yes, Sir.  Fuck me.  Please fuck me hard.”

She was not gentle with me.  Her need and her desire were so big that I nearly faded into the background as she fucked my ass.  She fucked me in long deep strokes, filling me each time, and I screamed and moaned with each thrust.  She leaned down over my body, holding herself up with her arms and she took me over and over again.

I watched the sweat cover her as she fucked, and I watched her eyes close in exertion as she thrust into me.  The obscenities that flew from her mouth were worse than anything I had ever muttered into her ear, and it was everything I need to hear.  I was stretched open, and the motion of her cock sliding in and out of my ass was so overwhelming that I came in ways I didn’t understand.  I clenched and cried, and I begged her never to stop.  

Nerves I didn’t know I had exploded with sensation, and my body trembled around her. The pain mixed in with the need, and by the time she collapsed next to me on the bed, I was in another world. I was lost and full, and it was completely new. I felt calm and complete, and for the first time in my life I knew what it meant to receive.

When she kissed my cheek the spell was broken and she nuzzled into my neck with a shy moan.  She bit my chin and ran her fingers over my chest.  She looked into my eyes as if she was searching for something.

“Did I do it okay?” she finally asked.  “Was it too hard, or too soft? Did you like it?”

“Did you like it?” I asked.

She nodded over and over again as she caught her breath, and I pulled her to me.  I kissed her lips and wrapped my arms around her.

“I’ve never been fucked so hard in my whole life, and I love you.”

She giggled as she grabbed her cock again before touching mine. 

“Merry, Christmas,” she whispered.

Taken from The Mistress Manual, by Mistress Lorelei:

“The rule of joy and the law of duty seems to me all one.”  Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

1. Control the Orgasm, and you control the male.

2. to make an fantasy work, you must build suspense in your submissive.

3. Stimulation plus frustration equals service and submission.

4. Every submissive will try to test the limits of your Rule. Never let him get away with anything. He needs you to be both firm and consistent.

5. Physical pain alone cannot satisfy a submissive. (A masochist, yes.)

6. The more aroused your submissive is, the more pain he can take.

7. The more effective your Psychological Dominance, the less pain you will need to inflict to control and satisfy your submissive.

8. All punishment is a balance between intensity and duration. More intense pain should last less time; if you want to prolong the punishment, use less intense stimulation.

9. Submission increased with time. As long as you maintain firm control, the longer a session lasts, the more thoroughly submissive your male will become.

Dominance is about accepting the authority for making the decisions.

It doesn’t mean you’re always right or that everything is always about how you want things. Assuming that because your partner is submissive, you can ignore their needs, wishes and concerns by just ordering them not to have them is the quickest path to needing a new partner.

It’s not dominant to make bad decisions because you were too arrogant or fearful to ask questions, admit confusion, or be open to new ideas.

Be the Dom you choose to be. Be a better person, a better kinkster, a better lover, and a better citizen because of it. Be compassionate. Care for your partner(s) - even if you only play with them for an evening and never exchange real names. Remember that stylized personas and eroticized protocols don’t make you more (or less) of a person.

If being a decent, loving, honest, compassionate, responsible, safe, interesting, and fun human being makes you an outsider to this or any other “culture,” then fuck that culture and build a new one. The moment I find that being a Daddy Dominant or engaging in BDSM makes me someone I don’t respect when I look in the mirror, I’m out of here.

I haven’t found that to be the case. On the contrary, I’ve found that being an honest, honorable and compassionate person makes me a part of an admittedly smaller, but far more amazing, group of people I consider to be right at the heart of the culture that I embrace. The fact that other people around us seem bent on behaving in other ways is immaterial. I find the same thing true in mainstream society - a lot of them are people I don’t respect and don’t want to hang out with, either, but the wonderful people are more than numerous enough to keep me busy.

The culture is kept alive by those who love it and live it. If there aren’t enough people who do to keep any particular part of it thriving, then it needs to die away to be replaced by something else that people do love.