Sub V's Account of her first time with PPE

I met a lady from the board on Sat. Evening - She does not wish to be identified, We shall call her Sub V. She wrote this account of her first bondage experience. I treasure that she trusted me to introduce her to this Realm and will not tell who she is. Please read on -

My First Time….

He called me at 3:59, telling me where to meet him for our first encounter. I was currently in route to the nearest toy store and told him I would make it to our meeting place as close to 4:15 as possible. He told me I had better hurry, as if I was not there by 4:15 he would make good on his promise of “tease, tease, tease, DENY”. With that thought ringing through my head, I quickly scanned the toy store, picked up the supplies that he had requested I get while there, and headed to meet him.

I pulled my car up to his, happy to know that I had gotten there before the designated 4:15 and that this would make Sir very happy. He chuckled at my big, self-satisfied, child-like smile and told me that I did very well, and that he would reward me appropriately. We parked the cars, grabbed bags out of the cars, and headed to Sir’s play place.

When we walked in, he made me a drink (to take the edge off, as Sir knew that this was my first time) and one for my girlfriend that came with me to observe (she was another submissive, and her Master had given her permission to go and watch for her own sexual turn on). Sir pulled a very long red piece of material out of his bag and placed it in my hands. I knew what this was, and I knew what it meant, and the devilish child in me could not resist. “Have your bows gotten better?” I asked him with a devious smile. He chided me then for being a sassy brat and taunting him.

We sat making small talk, and I asked to be excused to take a quick shower and change into the outfit that I hoped would make Sir very happy.

I came out, sheepishly, in a small black button down sweater that showed my cleavage nicely, a very short plaid skirt, red ankle socks with a frilly lace edging, and the black heels Sir had requested I wear. We sat in the living room for a little bit of time, again making small talk, letting the knowledge that what I had been wanting, what had been making me wet and aching for weeks now, was just a few steps away in Sir’s dungeon. At one point, as bratty as I am, he made a comment and I stuck my tongue out at him. His reply was with a chuckle and he told me in a very firm voice “I have a clothes pin for that”. Sheepishly I backed down and became the compliant submissive he knew I could be. Eventually, Sir asked if I would like to see all the wonderful toys. I followed Sir, a bit apprehensive and yet my panties also told me that I wanted this badly.

When we entered the dungeon I stopped at the door to the room, taking in the sights of the table, the X cross, the chair, the floggers and crops arranged neatly on one wall, the cuffs and collars on another, and the gags on yet another. Sir was kind and gentle in letting me just stand there, taking it all in, the heady mix of the leather in my every breath. Quickly, the pull to all the toys laid out so beautifully got the most of me, and I found myself wandering in, feeling the textures, the nuances of the floggers and the whips and the crops. I fingered one endlessly, loving the feel of the deer skin backed with suede, the soft way it fell across my fingers. Sir followed behind me, and told me that the flogger I was so gently playing with was his favorite and that that was to be the one he would use on me.

After a time, I sat on the table, willing myself to both relax and wait patiently for Sir to begin my foray into being a true submissive. Slowly, confidently, Sir slowly placed the ankle cuffs on me, letting me sit and grow accustomed to the feel and weight of them around my ankles. Eventually, he took my hand in his, and began the process of placing the cuffs on my wrists, again letting me sit for a moment, but not as long as when he placed the cuffs on my ankles. Sir then placed a beautiful black collar around my neck, at which I took a deep breath, realizing that now was what I had been looking forward to, and also a little started and afraid at the feeling of being collared. Sir stood to my side, seeing the sharp intake of my breath and turned my head towards him, looking into my eyes while he stroked my hair and told me I was okay and that I was safe. I nodded to him that I was okay to continue. He pulled my pony tale, kissing me deeply, making me moan want more. When he pulled his lips away from mine, I gently laid my head on his shoulder and he stroked my hair and my back, assuring me that I was safe and he had only my best interest at heart.

Sir brought out that beautiful red fabric, and I knew what was expected. He stood me in front of the X cross in the corner and began to slowly wrap the sash around my neck, around my arms, making his beautiful red sash on my arms which were now bound behind my back in that satin. Sir allowed my girlfriend to take pictures (yes, his bows have gotten considerably better since his first try at them!) and she not only took pictures, but immediately forwarded them to him for his own collection of his red sash series. After the pictures were taken, Sir unbound me from his sash and I stood for a moment a little dazed at being so quickly freed from his binding.

Sir had me stand against the table, and proceeded to lock my feet into a spreader bar. Standing behind me, he gently unbuttoned my sweater and unhooked my bra, so that I was standing in only my skirt, panties and heels. He took that beautiful flogger from the pony it was so beautifully laid across, and proceeded to very erotically and smoothly brush my ass, my thighs, my lower back with that wonderful flogger. Over and over he hit me with the flogger, each time with more power, never using his full power with it, but making me want more with each slap against my virgin skin. The mirror which was strategically placed at the head of the table allowed me, and I suspect him too, the pleasure of looking into his eyes as he made me ache to cum. The more he flogged, the more I ground my pussy against the edge of the table. He chucked his wonderfully deviant chuckle, and told me that eventually I would get bored with trying to fuck the table. How little did I know how right he was. He placed his hands on my shoulders and motioned for me to turn me around (a complicated task since I could only inch my feet) and when I was standing in front of the table, my ass pressed against the edge, he brought over 2 clothes pins. The shock of the pain as he clamed the first one on my right nipple was quickly washed away as the pleasure shot down to my pussy making it ache with desire. I’m fairly certain a small moan escaped me at that point, and as the second was clamed onto my left nipple, the pleasure surged again, however the pain was not nearly as noticeable.


Turned around again to face the table, this time Sir commanded that my arms be stretched out over my head, and that I lie flat against the table. The flogger was replaced with the crop now, as he again made my ass redder and hand me moaning and pushing my wet, wanting pussy into the edge of the table. Up again, and turned around, Sir unhooked me from the spreader bar and told me to sit on the table. By now, my g-string was pulled against my ass, the string tightly pulled between my pussy lips, the fabric tight against my clit which was begging to cum. Again, Sir kissed me, deeply, our tongues dancing with one another, making moans of desire escape.

“Lay down on your back,” he commanded me, and my pussy gushed knowing that I was finally going to get the orgasms that I so badly wanted. Lightly, teasingly, he ran his tongue over my clit, down my wet slit, and back up to my clit. I knew I had not been told I could cum yet, so I grabbed Sir’s hand and held it, trying so hard not cum on his face. Slowly he slid a finger into me and I was riding it, fucking it, wanting more. He slid another finger inside of me, and then I knew I couldn’t hold out and needed to ask permission quickly, lest I should cum and be punished for not having permission to do so. “May I cum, please” was uttered very quietly out of my lips, to which I got a disapproving look from Sir. I knew my mistake and instantly corrected it, asking this time, “may I please cum, Sir?”. “Louder” he told me, and so barely above a whisper, desire seeping from every inch of my body I asked again and he smiled, and told, “yes, you may cum. Cum for me.” And I did. I came with his fingers dancing inside of my dripping wet cunt.

He looked over at my friend who had been watching the whole thing from the corner of the room, and asked her to hand him the wand. His fingers still buried inside of me, working their magic, he placed the wand on my clit, and I was done for. I asked permission over and over, cumming on his fingers over and over, to where all I had to do was look at him with a pleading look in my eyes, and he would nod his head yes in approval for me to cum again. I’m not sure how many times I came at that point, but my pussy was well and truly fucked.

Sir pulled out his fingers and kissed me deeply. He then told me I had someone else to thank, and so I leaned up and playfully kissed my girlfriend, our lips playing across each others, feeling the softness of her lips after the rough hardness of his. What a treat indeed to get not only Sir’s kisses, but also the soft, sensual lips of hers to kiss. While we were kissing, Sir eased himself over to the chair opposite the table and sat watching. Eventually our kiss broke and she left the room for a time. I got up and walked over to Sir, sitting at his feet and placing my head on his thigh while he stroked my hair. I looked up to him, unsure of myself, and asked if I was doing good. He chuckled his deep chuckle, looked into my eyes and told me I was doing very good. We stayed like that, him sitting in the chair, me sitting at his feet for some time. He reached up to take the collar off of me, and quietly, shyly, asked him to leave it on. I had quickly become attached to the feel of his collar around my neck, and how safe it made me feel to have it on. Eventually his cock sitting in front of me was too much. I needed to feel his cock in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, whether it was a questioning look or a begging look, I cannot remember, but he nodded his permission and I began to slowly suck his cock in and out of my mouth.

The feeling of his cock growing in my mouth felt so wonderful and full. That I could give him pleasure after all of the wonderful pleasure he had given me made me suck harder and faster and deeper. Eventually, we subsided and sat again, my head on his thigh, his hand on my head gently caressing.

I had to leave Sir that night, only 3 hours spent, and I left wanting more. I drove home thinking of him, and of the wonderful evening we had spent together, wondering if I had truly made him happy, and if he would invite me again to be his submissive for his pleasure for the evening. As I crawled in bed when I got home, my body exhausted, I laid thinking of how I was going to get to that wonderful place again, and how quickly it would be, as I do not want to give up that wonderful feeling that Sir brings me.

Well This sounds as if Brookie has big shoes to fill. Can she fill them... with this being total opposite of what shes used to?

Brookie,

PPE specializes in helping you get comfortable and making magic happen.... You will do fine.... Just listen to the sound of my voice....

PPE

I'm envious! 1) of your finding what appears to be a submissive treasure and 2) of your apparent skills in handling her.

Bravo!

Wow. Just wow.

Wow, sounds like I am in for some fun.

Yes, Tara, you are....

Lucky me!

PPE

PPE...I aspire to your talents!

The master strikes again! Nice work sir. For he is PPE!!

For I am..... And Damn lucky to be....

PPE

wow I just got wet... Wowzer story of the week!

Hot read, thanks for sharing PPE!
That's getting your kink on!

I have an idea...I'm just saying...

Wow what an amazingly hot story.

PPE truly a wonderful tale.

PPE, you have debauched yet another. You rascal, you. And it seems that the line is already forming.

“V”, I enjoyed fantasizing on your round and firm ass, jutting in the air imagining that it got redder and redder, first under the flogger, then under the crop. Whack! Whack! As you whimpered and gasped with each stroke.

And “V”, your account is more detailed and articulate and arousing than most reviews I have read on this board. Pure erotica. With a little porn. Bravissimo.

I like having “reviews” posted here rather than in the reviews forums. For one thing, the women are able to respond. And for another, we have none of those “dayum, gotta git me summa dat” comments. Seems we have elevated our standards of concupiscence.

Monk