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This is a continuation of the story I posted a little while ago, with plenty more to come soon. It features in my most recent collection, which is the story of my university girlfriend and how she became my cruel, key-holding mistress and is available on Kindle. More coming soon.

We debriefed a couple of days later when we had our next chance to talk online after she went home.
‘I enjoyed that more than I thought I would,’ she told me. ‘I thought I was submissive, but tying you up and having you at my mercy was really fun.’
I laughed, ‘Any time.’
'How about now?’ she suggested.
‘Sure. If you want.’

She sent me a webcam request and I accepted, she was sat on her bed in her uni room in a pair of pink and white pyjamas. I was wearing some baggy jeans and a t-shirt, sat on my sofa with my laptop on the coffee table in front of me.
‘Go get your toy box,’ she told me, ‘And make some room.’

 I returned the lounge with the wooden chest from my wardrobe, pushed the coffee table out to give me a space in front of the sofa and sat down.
‘I think you should kneel,’ her voice cut through the momentary quiet and I obeyed without thinking, kneeling in front of the sofa and adjusting the camera slightly.

'Take your top off.’
I complied, lifting my t-shirt over my head and discarding it.
'Now your jeans.’
It was only then that I realised my predicament. That morning, feeling horny and kinky I had put on a pair of black, lace panties, part of the small collection of feminine underwear I’d bought for myself.

I stood up, glanced down at the camera and saw that I was still in frame up to my midriff, undid my jeans and lowered them, kicking them under the table.
Kylie giggled. ‘Are those girl pants?’ she asked as I knelt back down.
‘Yeah,’ I replied hesitantly.
‘Why are you wearing girl pants?’
‘I just like to, sometimes.’
‘That’s cute,’ she said with a giggle that simultaneously made my cheeks blush and my cock twitch. ‘Where did you get them?’
‘I bought these online, but sometimes I go into shops for them, for the added thrill.’
‘You have more?’ she said.
‘Yeah, about ten pairs.’
‘Next time I see you, I think I’ll make you model them for me,’ she chuckled.

‘Take them off for now,’ she continued, ‘and put your butt plug in.’
‘Which one?’
‘The pretty one with the pink heart,’ she said.
I followed her orders, lubed the plug and applied a little to my hole before slipping it in. It was my largest plug and always a little uncomfortable at first, though I would adjust quickly each time I used it.

'Now bend over and show me,’ she ordered.
I turned around on my knees, lent over the sofa and poked my ass towards the screen.
‘Very good,’ she said. ‘It suits you. Now grab that flogger and spank yourself for me.’
I reached for the flogger and gave myself a hard strike on the arse, it stung and I heard her giggle slightly.
‘Again,’ I heard her call out from the computer behind me and I struck myself again with the flogger, the fake leather straps stinging my cheeks and the backs of my thighs.
‘Harder,’ she said and I gave an almighty flick, enough to cause me yelp in pain.
‘One more!’
Again, I complied, this one stinging ferociously.
‘Your arse is so red already,’ Kylie commented. ‘Does it hurt?’
I turned around and nodded.
‘Good,’ she said with a wicked grin.

‘Get the paddle now and some lube,’ she said.
I retrieved the paddle from the box and the lube from the table where I’d left it and returned to my knees in front of my laptop.
‘Sit down and spread your legs,’ she told me.
I followed her instructions, leaning back on the sofa with my legs stretched out in front of me.
‘Put some lube on your cock and stroke yourself gently so you are nice and hard.’
I did exactly as she said, though I was already stiff as a piece of iron.
‘Stroke nice and slow for me,’ she said as she leant towards her camera and started to unbutton her pyjama top.

When the buttons were undone, she held the top closed and told me to stroke faster. ‘When I show you my tits,’ she explained, ‘You need to stop stroking, pick up the paddle and hit yourself in the balls.’
I nodded my understanding.
‘Stroke nice and fast and get ready.’
I stroked hard and fast, feeling an edge starting to build. She opened up her top and I quickly released my grip, grabbed the paddle and smacked myself between the legs with a soft thud.
‘Again,’ she said with her tits still out.
I hit myself again, my balls stinging.
‘Again,’ she replied as she shook her tits close to the camera.
The last, firm hit stung worse than the others and left me with a dull ache.

She closed her pyjama top and started doing up the buttons.
‘Get dressed,’ she said. ‘We’re finished for today.

*        *        *

We had a couple more webcam session over the next few weeks. During the next one, I sent her porn videos and watched her play with her toys. She wore nipple clamps and a butt plug and played with a vibrator and, in her words, her ‘favourite dildo’. It was incredibly sexy and at the end she let me cum and watched me lick it off my fingers.

The following session was more like the first, where she had me show her each one of my toys and gave me instructions on how to use them on myself. I showed her each of my toys in turn, told her where I’d got it and how long I’d had it, before she had me ‘test’ them out. This included several butt plugs and dildos, as well as some pretty standard bondage toys and a homemade humbler I had experimented with.

During the next session, she had me show her all the feminine underwear I had acquired, several pairs of panties, two bralettes, a couple of pairs of thigh high socks and some girly pyjamas. I had to try each one on in turn and model it for her, which seemed to amuse her significantly and the more embarrassed I became, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

‘What made you start wearing girl pants?’ she asked me.
‘The first time was a dare, at a sleepover when I was still at school,’ I confessed.
‘Really?’ she laughed. ‘Who was there?’
‘No one you know, I don’t think. A couple of guys from another school who I was friends with for a bit. We use to play dares a lot and one night I got dared to put on some underwear from his sister’s rooms. It was pretty embarrassing but it got me out of doing anything worse.’
‘That’s funny,’ she said. ‘And now you do it a lot?’
‘Sometimes, I probably wear them a couple of times a week.’
‘Do you like it?’
‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘It makes me feel sexy. I just have to be careful when, not when I’m playing football or anything like that.’
‘I like it,’ she replied. ‘In fact, I don’t want to catch you wearing boy pants again. Anytime we play on cam or meet in person, I want you to be wearing girl pants. You can do what you want the rest of the time, but if I ever catch you wearing boy pants you’re going to be punished. Do you understand?’

It was the firmest she’d ever sounded in any of our play so far, either online or in person, and it turned me on hugely. I nodded. ‘Yes,’ I said.
‘And I want you to buy another set of girly pyjamas. Then throw your boy pyjamas away. From now on, you sleep naked or in girl pyjamas.’
Again, I nodded my understanding. ‘Okay.’
‘Good boy,’ she smiled and I felt my cock grow harder at the compliment.

*        *        * 

Just over a month after her first visit to me, Kylie drove to my uni town for the weekend to celebrate my birthday with me. She arrived at mine late afternoon on the Friday, after my last lectures for the week. I’d swapped shifts at the café to clear my birthday weekend and made sure I was wearing female panties, just as Kylie had ordered. Once again, I cleaned the flat and changed the bedding ready for her arrival. 

I’d organised a night out with some friends and was both nervous and excited to introduce Kylie to them. I think she was nervous too, though she was careful not to let it show. We got ready at mine and when she came out of the bedroom in her outfit for the night, I had to stop myself from falling to my knees in front of her. She wore a tight red and black dress with a laced up top half and a long slick skirt portion with high slits. It showed off her curves, her sexy tight-clad thighs and her ample breasts perfectly without being over the top. We had tickets to a metal night at a high-end bar and had all agreed to ‘glam up’ but her outfit would definitely steal the show.

‘Before we go,’ she said as we stood in the hallway. ‘Show me your panties,’
I quickly undid my black jeans and let them down enough for her to see the lacey black thong I’d picked out for the night. She ran her fingers across the lace that covered my soft cock and I felt it begin to grow before she told me to put it back in the confines of my trousers.

She stretched out a leg and let her thighs emerge through the slit of her skirt; she lifted the fabric and showed me her panties underneath the sheer mesh. She was also wearing a black lace thong – though she looked far better in it than me.
‘We match,’ she said with a smile before letting releasing her skirt and letting it cover herself.

We took a cab across town and met the others at one of our favourite pubs where we had some pizzas and a few drinks. I introduced everyone to Kylie and she endeared herself to them with jokes, smiles and by responding positively to everyone’s interests. Despite not generally being into the metal scene, she made an effort and fit in seamlessly.

She stroked my leg through my jeans and let her hand wander over my crotch under the table, catching my eye as she caressed the bulge that had appeared. She had a mischievous glint in her eye all night and it excited me.

We headed to the metal night and danced and drank together. Kylie was expertly teasing, making sure I caught glimpses of her cleavage and thighs all night. Pressing her body against me as we danced, touching and teasing when she got the chance. By the end of the night, I was unbearably horny.

We fucked something crazy when we got back to mine, the alcohol and excitement fuelling us into a frenzy. She rode me on the sofa and I pounded her on the living room floor and in the bed. I brought her to a dozen hot, shaking orgasms with my tongue, fingers and cock. When I finally came inside her, she pushed my head down and made me lick her to another pulsating orgasm, lapping up my own cum in the process.

‘Wow,’ I said when I finally caught my breath as we lay in my bed. ‘What a birthday present.’
She smiled at me. ‘Oh, that wasn’t your present. You’ll get that tomorrow.’
My eyes grew wide with delight, surprise and curiosity.
‘And I think you’re going to love it.’ She added.

*        *        *

Kylie was in the shower when I woke up with a minor hangover the following morning. I waited in my bedroom, sitting up in the bed and thinking through the fun of the previous night.

She emerged through the door wearing nothing but a white towel that was too small to effectively cover everything. She smiled at me from across the room.
‘Come here,’ she said.

I stood up hesitantly. I was completely naked, flaccid and felt a little self-conscious in spite of myself. I walked towards her and tried to appear more confident than I felt.
‘Kneel down,’ she told me just as I was about to attempt a kiss.
I complied and she released the towel and let it fall over my head, blocking out my vision. I brushed it aside and saw that she had moved to sit on the edge of the bed, completely naked now.
‘You’re going to worship every inch of my body this morning,’ she told me. ‘Starting with my feet.’ 

I did not have a foot fetish, not at the start of our relationship anyway, but I did as I was instructed and started kissing her feet softly whilst kneeling on the floor. I kissed each one several times and starting move up to her ankles and calves. I began to rub her feet, massaging them softly as I slowly worked my way up her legs.

She let out a long, relaxed sigh, which I took to be a positive sign, so I continued, gradually moving up to her knees and thighs, my hands stroking her shapely legs and massaging her muscles.

She opened her legs slightly to allow me to kiss the insides of her thighs, but not enough for me to work my way towards her pussy. I took the hint and made sure to take my time, continuing to kiss and rub her legs as best I could.

After several long minutes, she pushed me away gently with her foot and climbed onto the bed, laying on her stomach, her feet inches away from my face as I remained kneeling on the floor.

‘Don’t stop,’ she told me. ‘You’re doing well.' 

I returned to her feet, kissing her heels and achilles, working my way back up her calves while I rubbed them. I gave long lingering kisses over the backs of her thighs as I made my way towards her peach shaped ass. I planted several kisses on her cheeks before she slowly spread her legs. I gave a tentative, exploratory kiss between her cheeks and she raised her hips slightly, so I kissed again, letting my tongue flick across her pink hole.

She let out a gentle moan so I continued licking her ass gently, letting my hands run down her cheeks and thighs and playing a finger across her moist lips. I slipped a finger inside her pussy and began playing softly while I licked. After a minute or so I slipped another finger inside, focussing my attentions on pleasing her with my tongue and hands. She let out another moan, longer and louder, and I continued to work until she told me to stop.

She rolled over and I buried my head between her thighs.
‘You’re so good with your tongue,’ she told me. ‘I think I’ll let you do this all day.’

I mumbled something, not caring what I was saying but knowing the vibrations would be pleasing. It worked as she moaned again. I slipped two fingers inside, ran my tongue over her clit and used every trick I knew to make her cum, lapping up her sweet juices and savouring the taste as I did so.

I lay my head on her chest when she finished and she wrapped her arms around me. My cock was rock hard; dripping precum onto her thigh but we ignored it. After a while, she turned to me and asked what I wanted to do today.
‘More of this,’ I told her.
‘There’s plenty of time,’ she replied. ‘It’s your birthday, let me take you out to lunch.’

I went down on her again before we went out, giving her another soft and slow orgasm which she savoured. My cock remained ignored and it turned me on incredibly to spend the time servicing her with no reward.

We dressed, walked into town, had some lunch and explored the second-hand shops of town, stopping for a drink in a couple of pubs before getting a bus back to mine.

When we got back, she stripped me down to the pink thong she’d picked out for me to wear that day and I massaged her feet while she picked out a movie to watch from my DVD collection. We called up a take away and ordered in, eating and watching the movie on my sofa – her fully clothed and me wearing nothing but the pink thong, a dark wet spot emerging from all the precum I was leaking due to all the teasing I had endured.

After we had finished the movie and cleared away the food, I put some music on and we sat on the sofa.
'It’s time for your present,’ she told me with a sexy grin.

A thousand images flashed through my mind, a repeat of the previous night’s frolicking, another of her perfect blowjobs or perhaps something even more intense.
I felt confused when she handed me a small red box, tied with a black ribbon. A smile on her face.
‘This is for you,’ she said. ‘Happy birthday!’
‘I wasn’t really expecting a present,’ I told her as I took the box.
'Open it,’ she said.
I pulled on the bow and undid the ribbon, lifting the lid of the red box to reveal its contents, set on a small decorative pillow.

It was a chastity cage, small, black and plastic with an inbuilt lock – far sleeker and sexier than the metal monstrosity I had previously worn.
I gasped and smiled, glancing up at her expectant face.
‘What do you think?’ she said. ‘Want to try it on?’

This is a continuation of the story I posted a little while ago, with plenty more to come soon. It features in my most recent collection, which is the story of my university girlfriend and how she became my cruel, key-holding mistress and is available on Kindle. More coming soon.

We debriefed a couple of days later when we had our next chance to talk online after she went home.
‘I enjoyed that more than I thought I would,’ she told me. ‘I thought I was submissive, but tying you up and having you at my mercy was really fun.’
I laughed, ‘Any time.’
'How about now?’ she suggested.
‘Sure. If you want.’

She sent me a webcam request and I accepted, she was sat on her bed in her uni room in a pair of pink and white pyjamas. I was wearing some baggy jeans and a t-shirt, sat on my sofa with my laptop on the coffee table in front of me.
‘Go get your toy box,’ she told me, ‘And make some room.’

 I returned the lounge with the wooden chest from my wardrobe, pushed the coffee table out to give me a space in front of the sofa and sat down.
‘I think you should kneel,’ her voice cut through the momentary quiet and I obeyed without thinking, kneeling in front of the sofa and adjusting the camera slightly.

'Take your top off.’
I complied, lifting my t-shirt over my head and discarding it.
'Now your jeans.’
It was only then that I realised my predicament. That morning, feeling horny and kinky I had put on a pair of black, lace panties, part of the small collection of feminine underwear I’d bought for myself.

I stood up, glanced down at the camera and saw that I was still in frame up to my midriff, undid my jeans and lowered them, kicking them under the table.
Kylie giggled. ‘Are those girl pants?’ she asked as I knelt back down.
‘Yeah,’ I replied hesitantly.
‘Why are you wearing girl pants?’
‘I just like to, sometimes.’
‘That’s cute,’ she said with a giggle that simultaneously made my cheeks blush and my cock twitch. ‘Where did you get them?’
‘I bought these online, but sometimes I go into shops for them, for the added thrill.’
‘You have more?’ she said.
‘Yeah, about ten pairs.’
‘Next time I see you, I think I’ll make you model them for me,’ she chuckled.

‘Take them off for now,’ she continued, ‘and put your butt plug in.’
‘Which one?’
‘The pretty one with the pink heart,’ she said.
I followed her orders, lubed the plug and applied a little to my hole before slipping it in. It was my largest plug and always a little uncomfortable at first, though I would adjust quickly each time I used it.

'Now bend over and show me,’ she ordered.
I turned around on my knees, lent over the sofa and poked my ass towards the screen.
‘Very good,’ she said. ‘It suits you. Now grab that flogger and spank yourself for me.’
I reached for the flogger and gave myself a hard strike on the arse, it stung and I heard her giggle slightly.
‘Again,’ I heard her call out from the computer behind me and I struck myself again with the flogger, the fake leather straps stinging my cheeks and the backs of my thighs.
‘Harder,’ she said and I gave an almighty flick, enough to cause me yelp in pain.
‘One more!’
Again, I complied, this one stinging ferociously.
‘Your arse is so red already,’ Kylie commented. ‘Does it hurt?’
I turned around and nodded.
‘Good,’ she said with a wicked grin.

‘Get the paddle now and some lube,’ she said.
I retrieved the paddle from the box and the lube from the table where I’d left it and returned to my knees in front of my laptop.
‘Sit down and spread your legs,’ she told me.
I followed her instructions, leaning back on the sofa with my legs stretched out in front of me.
‘Put some lube on your cock and stroke yourself gently so you are nice and hard.’
I did exactly as she said, though I was already stiff as a piece of iron.
‘Stroke nice and slow for me,’ she said as she leant towards her camera and started to unbutton her pyjama top.

When the buttons were undone, she held the top closed and told me to stroke faster. ‘When I show you my tits,’ she explained, ‘You need to stop stroking, pick up the paddle and hit yourself in the balls.’
I nodded my understanding.
‘Stroke nice and fast and get ready.’
I stroked hard and fast, feeling an edge starting to build. She opened up her top and I quickly released my grip, grabbed the paddle and smacked myself between the legs with a soft thud.
‘Again,’ she said with her tits still out.
I hit myself again, my balls stinging.
‘Again,’ she replied as she shook her tits close to the camera.
The last, firm hit stung worse than the others and left me with a dull ache.

She closed her pyjama top and started doing up the buttons.
‘Get dressed,’ she said. ‘We’re finished for today.

*        *        *

We had a couple more webcam session over the next few weeks. During the next one, I sent her porn videos and watched her play with her toys. She wore nipple clamps and a butt plug and played with a vibrator and, in her words, her ‘favourite dildo’. It was incredibly sexy and at the end she let me cum and watched me lick it off my fingers.

The following session was more like the first, where she had me show her each one of my toys and gave me instructions on how to use them on myself. I showed her each of my toys in turn, told her where I’d got it and how long I’d had it, before she had me ‘test’ them out. This included several butt plugs and dildos, as well as some pretty standard bondage toys and a homemade humbler I had experimented with.

During the next session, she had me show her all the feminine underwear I had acquired, several pairs of panties, two bralettes, a couple of pairs of thigh high socks and some girly pyjamas. I had to try each one on in turn and model it for her, which seemed to amuse her significantly and the more embarrassed I became, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

‘What made you start wearing girl pants?’ she asked me.
‘The first time was a dare, at a sleepover when I was still at school,’ I confessed.
‘Really?’ she laughed. ‘Who was there?’
‘No one you know, I don’t think. A couple of guys from another school who I was friends with for a bit. We use to play dares a lot and one night I got dared to put on some underwear from his sister’s rooms. It was pretty embarrassing but it got me out of doing anything worse.’
‘That’s funny,’ she said. ‘And now you do it a lot?’
‘Sometimes, I probably wear them a couple of times a week.’
‘Do you like it?’
‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘It makes me feel sexy. I just have to be careful when, not when I’m playing football or anything like that.’
‘I like it,’ she replied. ‘In fact, I don’t want to catch you wearing boy pants again. Anytime we play on cam or meet in person, I want you to be wearing girl pants. You can do what you want the rest of the time, but if I ever catch you wearing boy pants you’re going to be punished. Do you understand?’

It was the firmest she’d ever sounded in any of our play so far, either online or in person, and it turned me on hugely. I nodded. ‘Yes,’ I said.
‘And I want you to buy another set of girly pyjamas. Then throw your boy pyjamas away. From now on, you sleep naked or in girl pyjamas.’
Again, I nodded my understanding. ‘Okay.’
‘Good boy,’ she smiled and I felt my cock grow harder at the compliment.

*        *        * 

Just over a month after her first visit to me, Kylie drove to my uni town for the weekend to celebrate my birthday with me. She arrived at mine late afternoon on the Friday, after my last lectures for the week. I’d swapped shifts at the café to clear my birthday weekend and made sure I was wearing female panties, just as Kylie had ordered. Once again, I cleaned the flat and changed the bedding ready for her arrival. 

I’d organised a night out with some friends and was both nervous and excited to introduce Kylie to them. I think she was nervous too, though she was careful not to let it show. We got ready at mine and when she came out of the bedroom in her outfit for the night, I had to stop myself from falling to my knees in front of her. She wore a tight red and black dress with a laced up top half and a long slick skirt portion with high slits. It showed off her curves, her sexy tight-clad thighs and her ample breasts perfectly without being over the top. We had tickets to a metal night at a high-end bar and had all agreed to ‘glam up’ but her outfit would definitely steal the show.

‘Before we go,’ she said as we stood in the hallway. ‘Show me your panties,’
I quickly undid my black jeans and let them down enough for her to see the lacey black thong I’d picked out for the night. She ran her fingers across the lace that covered my soft cock and I felt it begin to grow before she told me to put it back in the confines of my trousers.

She stretched out a leg and let her thighs emerge through the slit of her skirt; she lifted the fabric and showed me her panties underneath the sheer mesh. She was also wearing a black lace thong – though she looked far better in it than me.
‘We match,’ she said with a smile before letting releasing her skirt and letting it cover herself.

We took a cab across town and met the others at one of our favourite pubs where we had some pizzas and a few drinks. I introduced everyone to Kylie and she endeared herself to them with jokes, smiles and by responding positively to everyone’s interests. Despite not generally being into the metal scene, she made an effort and fit in seamlessly.

She stroked my leg through my jeans and let her hand wander over my crotch under the table, catching my eye as she caressed the bulge that had appeared. She had a mischievous glint in her eye all night and it excited me.

We headed to the metal night and danced and drank together. Kylie was expertly teasing, making sure I caught glimpses of her cleavage and thighs all night. Pressing her body against me as we danced, touching and teasing when she got the chance. By the end of the night, I was unbearably horny.

We fucked something crazy when we got back to mine, the alcohol and excitement fuelling us into a frenzy. She rode me on the sofa and I pounded her on the living room floor and in the bed. I brought her to a dozen hot, shaking orgasms with my tongue, fingers and cock. When I finally came inside her, she pushed my head down and made me lick her to another pulsating orgasm, lapping up my own cum in the process.

‘Wow,’ I said when I finally caught my breath as we lay in my bed. ‘What a birthday present.’
She smiled at me. ‘Oh, that wasn’t your present. You’ll get that tomorrow.’
My eyes grew wide with delight, surprise and curiosity.
‘And I think you’re going to love it.’ She added.

*        *        *

Kylie was in the shower when I woke up with a minor hangover the following morning. I waited in my bedroom, sitting up in the bed and thinking through the fun of the previous night.

She emerged through the door wearing nothing but a white towel that was too small to effectively cover everything. She smiled at me from across the room.
‘Come here,’ she said.

I stood up hesitantly. I was completely naked, flaccid and felt a little self-conscious in spite of myself. I walked towards her and tried to appear more confident than I felt.
‘Kneel down,’ she told me just as I was about to attempt a kiss.
I complied and she released the towel and let it fall over my head, blocking out my vision. I brushed it aside and saw that she had moved to sit on the edge of the bed, completely naked now.
‘You’re going to worship every inch of my body this morning,’ she told me. ‘Starting with my feet.’ 

I did not have a foot fetish, not at the start of our relationship anyway, but I did as I was instructed and started kissing her feet softly whilst kneeling on the floor. I kissed each one several times and starting move up to her ankles and calves. I began to rub her feet, massaging them softly as I slowly worked my way up her legs.

She let out a long, relaxed sigh, which I took to be a positive sign, so I continued, gradually moving up to her knees and thighs, my hands stroking her shapely legs and massaging her muscles.

She opened her legs slightly to allow me to kiss the insides of her thighs, but not enough for me to work my way towards her pussy. I took the hint and made sure to take my time, continuing to kiss and rub her legs as best I could.

After several long minutes, she pushed me away gently with her foot and climbed onto the bed, laying on her stomach, her feet inches away from my face as I remained kneeling on the floor.

‘Don’t stop,’ she told me. ‘You’re doing well.' 

I returned to her feet, kissing her heels and achilles, working my way back up her calves while I rubbed them. I gave long lingering kisses over the backs of her thighs as I made my way towards her peach shaped ass. I planted several kisses on her cheeks before she slowly spread her legs. I gave a tentative, exploratory kiss between her cheeks and she raised her hips slightly, so I kissed again, letting my tongue flick across her pink hole.

She let out a gentle moan so I continued licking her ass gently, letting my hands run down her cheeks and thighs and playing a finger across her moist lips. I slipped a finger inside her pussy and began playing softly while I licked. After a minute or so I slipped another finger inside, focussing my attentions on pleasing her with my tongue and hands. She let out another moan, longer and louder, and I continued to work until she told me to stop.

She rolled over and I buried my head between her thighs.
‘You’re so good with your tongue,’ she told me. ‘I think I’ll let you do this all day.’

I mumbled something, not caring what I was saying but knowing the vibrations would be pleasing. It worked as she moaned again. I slipped two fingers inside, ran my tongue over her clit and used every trick I knew to make her cum, lapping up her sweet juices and savouring the taste as I did so.

I lay my head on her chest when she finished and she wrapped her arms around me. My cock was rock hard; dripping precum onto her thigh but we ignored it. After a while, she turned to me and asked what I wanted to do today.
‘More of this,’ I told her.
‘There’s plenty of time,’ she replied. ‘It’s your birthday, let me take you out to lunch.’

I went down on her again before we went out, giving her another soft and slow orgasm which she savoured. My cock remained ignored and it turned me on incredibly to spend the time servicing her with no reward.

We dressed, walked into town, had some lunch and explored the second-hand shops of town, stopping for a drink in a couple of pubs before getting a bus back to mine.

When we got back, she stripped me down to the pink thong she’d picked out for me to wear that day and I massaged her feet while she picked out a movie to watch from my DVD collection. We called up a take away and ordered in, eating and watching the movie on my sofa – her fully clothed and me wearing nothing but the pink thong, a dark wet spot emerging from all the precum I was leaking due to all the teasing I had endured.

After we had finished the movie and cleared away the food, I put some music on and we sat on the sofa.
'It’s time for your present,’ she told me with a sexy grin.

A thousand images flashed through my mind, a repeat of the previous night’s frolicking, another of her perfect blowjobs or perhaps something even more intense.
I felt confused when she handed me a small red box, tied with a black ribbon. A smile on her face.
‘This is for you,’ she said. ‘Happy birthday!’
‘I wasn’t really expecting a present,’ I told her as I took the box.
'Open it,’ she said.
I pulled on the bow and undid the ribbon, lifting the lid of the red box to reveal its contents, set on a small decorative pillow.

It was a chastity cage, small, black and plastic with an inbuilt lock – far sleeker and sexier than the metal monstrosity I had previously worn.
I gasped and smiled, glancing up at her expectant face.
‘What do you think?’ she said. ‘Want to try it on?’

This is a continuation from my previous story, when Kylie gets her own back. This is part of my latest collection, available on Kindle, all about how she became my mistress during my student years.

‘It’s your turn,’ she told me the next day as we came back to my flat after breakfast at the café.
‘What is?’ I asked.
‘It’s your turn. Take your clothes off and get on the bed.’

I did as I was instructed and didn’t even protest as she looked through my toy chest. She found the handcuffs straight away and ordered me to lay down, I complied while she locked me to the bed, shaking slightly with nerves and excitement.

She tied my ankles too and I was already hard when she pulled out some lube and started slowly stroking with long, teasing strokes. She picked up the speed with a short burst of fast strokes, stopped and ran her fingertip around my head, scooping up the precum I was already leaking. She held her finger to my mouth.

‘Lick it,’ she told me.
I poked out my tongue and eagerly licked up the sweet, thick liquid.
She chuckled slightly and grabbed my balls and gave them a firm squeeze.
I let out a short gasp of shock and pain but she didn’t let go.

Instead, she grabbed the paddle with her other hand and began tapping them firmly, gradually increasing the strength with which she tapped them. I let out a few small yelps, but it did not deter her, she continued tapping slightly harder each time.

After a few minutes, she relented, put the paddle aside and let go of my balls, which throbbed with a low ache.
‘You’ve got a lot of interesting toys,’ she said, picking up a flogger with one hand and the larger of my two dildos with the other and placing them on the bed next to me.
‘We’ll need these in a minute,’ she said. ‘But first.’

She picked out the ball gag, and brought it towards me. I raised my head willingly and let her fasten it before relaxing back onto the pillow.
‘We don’t want anyone to hear you scream.’

She produced the nipple clamps next and attached them to my small, sensitive nipples with a smile, before turning and crossing the room. She picked up one of the candles from the dresser, lit it and walked over to me with a smile on her face.
‘This was quite painful on my chest last night. Let’s see how it feels on yours.’
She dripped it from about twelve inches at first, watching my wince as I stared at the candle anticipating the next drop. As the wax built up she moved it lower, and the drops became faster and hotter. I gasped as they hit my bare skin and soon my chest was covered in red marks and white droplets.

‘Oh, I wonder what would happen if I…’ she trailed off and began moving down my body, the wax drips hitting my lower abdomen and moving closer to my throbbing penis and still red balls.
I shook my head vigorously and moaned through the gag but she ignored my protests and let several large hot drops land on my cock and balls. I gasped loudly and she laughed and gently shook the candle, allowing another burst of drops to hit me straight onto my balls.

She lifted up the candle and blew it out, shaking the last of the hot wax onto my chest – a relief after the torment I had just endured.

She stood at the end of the bed and watched me for a long moment before taking off her top and jeans. She was wearing a navy-blue bra and matching thong. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, leaned over me and pressed her breasts against my chest. Her thigh brushed my cock and I moaned ever so slightly, but enough for her to hear and smile viciously. She was moving something behind my head and it took me a moment to realise as the world suddenly went dark and she pulled a blindfold over my eyes.

I felt her sit up, straddling me and then felt the soft material of her bra land on my chest. She swept it aside and manoeuvred herself again. Her hand reached down, adjusted my ball gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I took a deep breath and went to speak but she quickly stuffed something warm and soft into my mouth – I assumed it was her thong. It was joined by the ball gag, which was slightly looser this time but firm enough to hold her panties in place.

She moved herself again and although I couldn’t see, it felt like she had sat between my spread legs, leaning against the footboard – a notion that was confirmed when I felt her feet against my sides. I heard the soft buzz of the vibrator and then felt it gently pressing against the head of my cock. The sensation had always been one of my favourites, I often masturbated this way, and she gently ran it up and down the shaft before withdrawing it.

The vibrating sound continued and I quickly realised why when it was joined by some heavy breathing.
‘Just in case you and wondering,’ she whispered. ‘I’m sat her now using your dildo and vibrator while I watch you suffer and squirm. It’s incredibly hot.’

I said something incomprehensible and was interrupted by the load crack of the flogger hitting my straight in the cock and balls.
The shock was worse than the pain but my cries were muffled by the panties in my mouth.
‘Quiet,’ she said and struck me again, harder.
I yelped again and she struck me again.
‘Will you shut up!’ she said with a chuckle.

The vibrating stopped and I felt her climb off the bed. There was a moment of silence and I waited eagerly in the darkness to see what was coming next. Her hands appeared at my head, they loosened the gag and removed it, pulling the panties out of my mouth and casting them aside.
I took several deep breaths and stretched out my jaw, which ached slightly.

There was another shift of weight on the bed and the blindfold was suddenly pulled off of me. I closed my eyes against the relative brightness and opened them, squinting slightly as I realised the fate the was awaiting me.

Kylie’s big, peachy ass was directly in front of me, a foot away from my face as she stood over me with her knees either side of my head.
‘Kiss my ass,’ she told me as she lowered it to a few inches above my face.
I waited but she held position, gripped my balls and squeezed.
‘I said ‘kiss my ass’!’
I lifted my head as best I could and began kissing her creamy cheeks. She released my balls and lowered herself so I could rest my head and continue kissing. She took my cock in her hand, applied some lube and began stroking slowly.

‘Now lick,’ she told me, as she moved closer still and leant her body forward, exposing her pink asshole right in front of my face.
I complied without hesitation and began to lick eagerly, she continued stroking softly and let out a soft moan of delight. She gave the head of my cock a gentle lick before taking the tip in her mouth and sucking softly.
I moaned with delight and she moaned back.

She adjusted her pace, stroking faster and lowering herself onto me, sitting on my face now as she stroked. My world was consumed by her ass, her pussy dripping into my mouth as I licked at whatever was closest to my mouth. She picked up the pace further and I felt myself draw towards an edge.
‘I’m going to cum’ I told her muffled by her body.

She moved forwards, off of my face as she took my throbbing shaft in her mouth. I let out a sharp cry of ecstasy as I came hard against her tongue. I was breathless and panting as she climbed off of me without saying a word.
‘Oh my god,’ I said, ‘That was incredible.’

She climbed on top of me and kissed me with a passionate, wet kiss. It was only when her tongue entered my mouth that I realised she had not swallowed. She pushed my cum into my mouth and I willingly accepted the salty, sticky kiss.

‘Swallow,’ she told me when she finally broke off the kiss. I swallowed the thick load, far from the first time I’d done such a thing. She smiled down at me and climbed off of the bed, scooping up her panties, bra, jeans and top.
‘Mind if I have a shower?’ she asked cooly.
‘Sure,’ I replied, still tied helplessly to the bed.
‘Thanks,’ she replied, ignoring my plight and exiting the bedroom without a backwards glance.

I don’t know how long I lay tied to the bed; I listened to the bathroom door close. I heard the water running and stop after a while. There was some shuffling about followed by her footsteps disappearing down the hall towards by kitchen/living area. I called out to her but heard no reply.

After a few more minutes she re-emerged carrying two cups of tea. She placed one on the dresser and sat on the chair, sipping at hers while looking through her phone.
‘Can you untie me?’ I asked. ‘Please.’
She glanced up at me, sipped from her tea and rolled her eyes. She put her mug on the dresser and walked towards me, phone in hand.

She held her phone up and I heard the soft click of the photo app as she took a picture and chuckled.
‘What’s it worth?’ she asked.
‘Anything you want,’ I said as she sat on the bed beside me.
She chuckled, leaned over me and untied my hands. ‘Careful,’ she smiled. ‘I might hold you to that.’

This is a continuation from my previous story, when Kylie gets her own back. This is part of my latest collection, available on Kindle, all about how she became my mistress during my student years.

‘It’s your turn,’ she told me the next day as we came back to my flat after breakfast at the café.
‘What is?’ I asked.
‘It’s your turn. Take your clothes off and get on the bed.’

I did as I was instructed and didn’t even protest as she looked through my toy chest. She found the handcuffs straight away and ordered me to lay down, I complied while she locked me to the bed, shaking slightly with nerves and excitement.

She tied my ankles too and I was already hard when she pulled out some lube and started slowly stroking with long, teasing strokes. She picked up the speed with a short burst of fast strokes, stopped and ran her fingertip around my head, scooping up the precum I was already leaking. She held her finger to my mouth.

‘Lick it,’ she told me.
I poked out my tongue and eagerly licked up the sweet, thick liquid.
She chuckled slightly and grabbed my balls and gave them a firm squeeze.
I let out a short gasp of shock and pain but she didn’t let go.

Instead, she grabbed the paddle with her other hand and began tapping them firmly, gradually increasing the strength with which she tapped them. I let out a few small yelps, but it did not deter her, she continued tapping slightly harder each time.

After a few minutes, she relented, put the paddle aside and let go of my balls, which throbbed with a low ache.
‘You’ve got a lot of interesting toys,’ she said, picking up a flogger with one hand and the larger of my two dildos with the other and placing them on the bed next to me.
‘We’ll need these in a minute,’ she said. ‘But first.’

She picked out the ball gag, and brought it towards me. I raised my head willingly and let her fasten it before relaxing back onto the pillow.
‘We don’t want anyone to hear you scream.’

She produced the nipple clamps next and attached them to my small, sensitive nipples with a smile, before turning and crossing the room. She picked up one of the candles from the dresser, lit it and walked over to me with a smile on her face.
‘This was quite painful on my chest last night. Let’s see how it feels on yours.’
She dripped it from about twelve inches at first, watching my wince as I stared at the candle anticipating the next drop. As the wax built up she moved it lower, and the drops became faster and hotter. I gasped as they hit my bare skin and soon my chest was covered in red marks and white droplets.

‘Oh, I wonder what would happen if I…’ she trailed off and began moving down my body, the wax drips hitting my lower abdomen and moving closer to my throbbing penis and still red balls.
I shook my head vigorously and moaned through the gag but she ignored my protests and let several large hot drops land on my cock and balls. I gasped loudly and she laughed and gently shook the candle, allowing another burst of drops to hit me straight onto my balls.

She lifted up the candle and blew it out, shaking the last of the hot wax onto my chest – a relief after the torment I had just endured.

She stood at the end of the bed and watched me for a long moment before taking off her top and jeans. She was wearing a navy-blue bra and matching thong. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, leaned over me and pressed her breasts against my chest. Her thigh brushed my cock and I moaned ever so slightly, but enough for her to hear and smile viciously. She was moving something behind my head and it took me a moment to realise as the world suddenly went dark and she pulled a blindfold over my eyes.

I felt her sit up, straddling me and then felt the soft material of her bra land on my chest. She swept it aside and manoeuvred herself again. Her hand reached down, adjusted my ball gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I took a deep breath and went to speak but she quickly stuffed something warm and soft into my mouth – I assumed it was her thong. It was joined by the ball gag, which was slightly looser this time but firm enough to hold her panties in place.

She moved herself again and although I couldn’t see, it felt like she had sat between my spread legs, leaning against the footboard – a notion that was confirmed when I felt her feet against my sides. I heard the soft buzz of the vibrator and then felt it gently pressing against the head of my cock. The sensation had always been one of my favourites, I often masturbated this way, and she gently ran it up and down the shaft before withdrawing it.

The vibrating sound continued and I quickly realised why when it was joined by some heavy breathing.
‘Just in case you and wondering,’ she whispered. ‘I’m sat her now using your dildo and vibrator while I watch you suffer and squirm. It’s incredibly hot.’

I said something incomprehensible and was interrupted by the load crack of the flogger hitting my straight in the cock and balls.
The shock was worse than the pain but my cries were muffled by the panties in my mouth.
‘Quiet,’ she said and struck me again, harder.
I yelped again and she struck me again.
‘Will you shut up!’ she said with a chuckle.

The vibrating stopped and I felt her climb off the bed. There was a moment of silence and I waited eagerly in the darkness to see what was coming next. Her hands appeared at my head, they loosened the gag and removed it, pulling the panties out of my mouth and casting them aside.
I took several deep breaths and stretched out my jaw, which ached slightly.

There was another shift of weight on the bed and the blindfold was suddenly pulled off of me. I closed my eyes against the relative brightness and opened them, squinting slightly as I realised the fate the was awaiting me.

Kylie’s big, peachy ass was directly in front of me, a foot away from my face as she stood over me with her knees either side of my head.
‘Kiss my ass,’ she told me as she lowered it to a few inches above my face.
I waited but she held position, gripped my balls and squeezed.
‘I said ‘kiss my ass’!’
I lifted my head as best I could and began kissing her creamy cheeks. She released my balls and lowered herself so I could rest my head and continue kissing. She took my cock in her hand, applied some lube and began stroking slowly.

‘Now lick,’ she told me, as she moved closer still and leant her body forward, exposing her pink asshole right in front of my face.
I complied without hesitation and began to lick eagerly, she continued stroking softly and let out a soft moan of delight. She gave the head of my cock a gentle lick before taking the tip in her mouth and sucking softly.
I moaned with delight and she moaned back.

She adjusted her pace, stroking faster and lowering herself onto me, sitting on my face now as she stroked. My world was consumed by her ass, her pussy dripping into my mouth as I licked at whatever was closest to my mouth. She picked up the pace further and I felt myself draw towards an edge.
‘I’m going to cum’ I told her muffled by her body.

She moved forwards, off of my face as she took my throbbing shaft in her mouth. I let out a sharp cry of ecstasy as I came hard against her tongue. I was breathless and panting as she climbed off of me without saying a word.
‘Oh my god,’ I said, ‘That was incredible.’

She climbed on top of me and kissed me with a passionate, wet kiss. It was only when her tongue entered my mouth that I realised she had not swallowed. She pushed my cum into my mouth and I willingly accepted the salty, sticky kiss.

‘Swallow,’ she told me when she finally broke off the kiss. I swallowed the thick load, far from the first time I’d done such a thing. She smiled down at me and climbed off of the bed, scooping up her panties, bra, jeans and top.
‘Mind if I have a shower?’ she asked cooly.
‘Sure,’ I replied, still tied helplessly to the bed.
‘Thanks,’ she replied, ignoring my plight and exiting the bedroom without a backwards glance.

I don’t know how long I lay tied to the bed; I listened to the bathroom door close. I heard the water running and stop after a while. There was some shuffling about followed by her footsteps disappearing down the hall towards by kitchen/living area. I called out to her but heard no reply.

After a few more minutes she re-emerged carrying two cups of tea. She placed one on the dresser and sat on the chair, sipping at hers while looking through her phone.
‘Can you untie me?’ I asked. ‘Please.’
She glanced up at me, sipped from her tea and rolled her eyes. She put her mug on the dresser and walked towards me, phone in hand.

She held her phone up and I heard the soft click of the photo app as she took a picture and chuckled.
‘What’s it worth?’ she asked.
‘Anything you want,’ I said as she sat on the bed beside me.
She chuckled, leaned over me and untied my hands. ‘Careful,’ she smiled. ‘I might hold you to that.’

This is a true story about a woman I dated at uni and represents a rare occurrence of me being dominant - in fact the only time I would get to dominate her before she turned the tables.

It was the end of October when Kylie and I finally got to hang out in person. I had arranged to go back to my parents’ house for a few days and when I told her, she decided to do the same. We knew we wouldn’t be able to carry out our planned activities, but decided it was probably best to take things a little slower and go on a few dates first.

Those few days were good fun. She picked me up in her car (I didn’t drive at the time) and we visited a local market town, had some lunch, perused the stalls and shops together and took a walk along the river. We flirted, smiled and laughed a lot. We hid from a sudden rain shower under the limbs of an old oak tree and kissed there.

I spent most of the following day with my parents, but met with Kylie in the evening and we went to a pub together, had some food and a couple of drinks and played some of the games they had there. We walked home through the woods and made out against the railings of a bridge. We were both horny and things might have gone further had we not been interrupted by footsteps. Quickly rearranging our clothes, we continued on the path and I walked her back to hers and said goodbye at the door.

We continued our rhythm of regular texting and chatting online after we went back to uni the following day. One of my friends from home messaged me because he’d heard that Kylie and I were ‘going out’. I confirmed it and when chatting with Kylie about this later she agreed that she saw us as official and exclusive. After about nine months of being single, I had a girlfriend and I was delighted. She was fun, sexy and had some fantasies that I would enjoy.

It was late November when we got to chance to hang out in person again. We arranged for her to come and stay with me for the weekend. I had avoided student halls by finding a small one-bedroom flat above a shop that was owned by my dad’s cousin. It was simply decorated but I had made it my own.

I was grateful to have the privacy of my own place and had built up a reasonable collection of toys that I used on myself regularly. I’d been exploring self-bondage, so had some ropes, chains and handcuffs along with things like nipple clamps, butt plugs, dildos, vibrators, a paddle and a riding crop as well as a ball gag, blindfold and the chastity cage given to me by my ex.

I hid the chastity cage away for the time being and organised everything else into the lockable wooden chest I’d bought at a flea market and kept in the bottom of my wardrobe. I didn’t know if I’d get a chance to use any of them, but given that we’d been sending each other bondage related porn again recently, I hoped I might be lucky enough to.

I gave my flat a spring clean, showered, changed my bedding and put on some clothes I thought I looked good in. She arrived early afternoon and we walked into town together to play some pool in one of the pubs I regularly visited. We played a few games and then I took her to a nice seafood restaurant for dinner and then on for some cocktails. It was probably the submissive in me taking over but I wanted to spoil her, to really treat her like a princess. She revelled in it, admitting that she’d never been taken out for dinner before, ‘unless you count McDonalds’.

She’d dressed the part, wearing a nicely fitting black dress with a modest neckline, finishing just above the knee but with a couple of slits, paired with black stockings and some boots. Black really suited her and I noticed more than one guy glancing her way while we were out.

We flirted, with little kisses and light touches and rubbing up against each other slightly whilst moving around the pool table. I fetched drinks from the bar, opened doors, pulled out her chair for her, tasted the wine and got the bill – she was clearly revelling in the treatment and having a great time. This made me feel great too and seeing her happy and confident made me feel warm.

When we got to the cocktail bar, we sat in a cozy booth and chatted away. She went to the bathroom and when she returned, I put my arm around her and she rested a hand on my leg. We ordered another drink and when it arrived, she gave me a long, lingering kiss. As she did so, she stuffed something small and soft into my hand underneath the table. I looked down at my lap and saw a pair of black lace panties in my hands. She lifted her skirt a little, showing the bare thigh above her stocking tops and put her hand between her legs. She smiled and brought her finger up to my mouth and placed it between my lips, I could taste her wetness and it turned my cock rock hard inside my jeans.

‘Shall we get a taxi?’ I asked.

 

Less than fifteen minutes later, I had her pinned against the hallway wall in my flat kissing her fiercely with my fingers inside her dripping wet pussy.
‘Do you have any rope?’ she whispered in my ear between kisses.
‘Yeah, I have a few things we can use.’
‘I want you to tie me up and do whatever you want to me,’ she told me.

I pulled back gently, took her hand and led her into the bedroom, turning on the lamp and drawing the curtains.
‘Take your clothes off,’ I told her.

She removed her boots, dress, bra and stockings while I took my chest out of the wardrobe. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched me, but I was careful not to let her see inside straight away. I guided her onto the bed laid her down and cuffed her hands to the headboard, then spreading her legs I tied each ankle to the base of the bed.
‘This is so hot,’ she said, eagerly complying as I picked out the ball-gag, placed it in her mouth and fastened it behind her head.

I sat on the bed beside her and ran my hands down her body, squeezing her ample tits and grabbing her thighs. I pushed two fingers inside her wet hole and fingered her; she gasped and moaned slightly through the gag and I picked up the pace until her eyes rolled back slightly.

I withdrew my hand, bringing a vibrator in to replace it. I held it against her clit and switched it to full power, she let out a little yelp and muttered something incomprehensible through the gag, as some drool began to emerge. I ignored whatever she was saying and held it to her as she shook slightly, gasped and moaned. I took her to the edge again and drew the vibrator away, letting her breathing slow before returning it and driving her close again. I pushed two fingers inside her to accompany the vibrations, she moaned and gasped and I rubbed her g-spot and let her cum. She pulled the binds tight and panted slightly, looking at me with a hungry expression in her eyes. I smiled, moved my hand away, flicked off the vibrator and cast it aside.

I crossed the room, lit some candles that were on my dresser. I let them burn for a few seconds, picked one up and carried it towards the bed. Her eyes widened as I stood over her with the candle in my hand, the hot wax drops forming on the edge before dripping onto her bare skin. She winced and gasped as the first few landed. I poured more onto her, letting it drip over her stomach and moving up towards her breasts. She gasped again as the hot wax touched her more sensitive skin, I lowered the candle slightly. She was breathing heavily and I could see she was incredibly aroused, her nipples hard and her heart racing.

With her chest now covered in wax drops, I returned the candle to the dresser and produced a small flogger. I gave her a questioning look and she nodded eagerly. I began to flog her chest and her breasts, knocking the wax off and turning them red. She groaned and grunted as I struck her ten or twelve times before stopping.

I took the nipple clamps out next and attached them – she had informed me previously about having some and doing this to herself. I looked down at her, helpless and squirming ever so slightly. I removed my top and my jeans and stood over her, watching her movements for several long minutes while I weighed up my next move before placing her blindfold on her and returning to the chest.

I retrieved the vibrator and used this on her for a while, her moans and gasps were delightful, I worked to keep her close to the edge of orgasm, switching between inserting and stimulating her clit, withdrawing completely if she got too close. I made this last as long as I could, my own cock rock hard inside my boxers and craving to be inside her.

I undid her binds temporarily, enough to turn her over and place her bent over on her knees before retying them. Her ass was pushed up into the air and I retrieved the flogger and began whipping it, striking the backs of her thighs from time to time. She gasped and groaned and grunted and swore through the gag. When I paused, I heard her push out the word ‘more’, so I struck her again with more force and she yelped slightly.

I lubed up a butt-plug and placed it inside her before retrieving the vibrator for a third time. I held it against the metal plug and let the loud vibrations drown out her moans for a long moment before pushing it inside her from behind – it moved in with ease; she was dripping her wet pussy juices onto the bed as she mumbled something behind the gag.

I loosened it slightly so I could here her speak, the ball falling out of her mouth.
‘Please fuck me!’ she pleaded.
I let the vibrator run onto her clit as she gasped again.
‘Please fuck me! Please! Please! Just fuck me!’
I laughed. ‘It didn’t take long to make you beg. I think this is revenge for getting me naked at that party.’
'Yes,’ she said, ‘Just fuck me.’

I took off my boxers and manoeuvred myself behind her, between her legs. I returned the vibrator to her plug and then to her clit while I drew closer. I switched it off, placed it to one side and pushed my rock-hard penis inside of her. Her wet snatch gripped and drew me in and I immediately began fucking her as hard as I could, slapping her ass cheeks as I pounded.

‘YEEEES!’ she cried out as I realised I’d forgotten to tighten the gag back up. She gasped and groaned and moaned and yelped as I fucked her hard and fast for as long as I could. She came two or three times in quick succession, shaking and panting and gasping. Her orgasms were strong and I was surprised by how quickly they came. It didn’t take long for me to join her as I burst inside her, a huge and thick load. I pounded hard and fast through it and let out my own cries. She gasped too, her body shaking as I unloaded before pulling out.

I undid her binds immediately before collapsing onto the bed beside her. She pulled off her blindfold, clamps and gag and lay her head on my chest. I could feel her heartbeat racing and I’m sure she could feel mine too.

‘That was incredible,’ she said. ‘Everything I wanted and more!’
‘It was amazing,’ I replied.
She kissed me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘Another dream come true.’

 

This is the true story of how I wound up naked at a house party. It also represented the beginning of a relationship with a dominant woman that would rule my life for the next couple of years. Everyone in the story is over 18 and all names and personal details have been changed. This is the first story from my new collection, which will be posted on reddit bit by bit, or you can read the whole thing on Kindle.

It wasn’t a party I was dying to go to. I’d been home from university for the summer and was due to go back a few days later. To be honest, the few weeks back in the village I grew up in had been pretty dull and I was looking forward to going back to university, to my flat, to my new friends and to my job in a local café.

One of my oldest friends, Dan, had spent a couple of days trying to persuade me to go with him to a house party thrown by a girl he had the hots for. He’d tried every trick in the book, he told me there would be mostly girls there, he offered to buy me booze, he offered to set me up with someone, he appealed to me as a wingman and eventually I relented.

The party was in a detached house at the nicer end of the village and we could hear the music as we walked up the short driveway carrying a crate of beer and a bottle of vodka. We made our way around the back, as we’d been told and were greeting by a few people that Dan knew, including the hostess. Dan introduced me and we opened our beers and chatted outside for a while with this small group.

There were probably about twelve people at the party, as well as us. There were two other guys, one of them I vaguely knew and there were about ten girls milling around, some sat outside with us, some inside dancing in the living room and a few making drinks and chatting in the kitchen. It was lively without being crowded and everybody seemed to be having a good time. One of the guys was clearly with one of the girls and I suspected that the other might have been gay.

‘Not much competition,’ Dan commented with a cheeky grin.

It turned out that I knew a couple of the girls hanging out in the kitchen – Kylie and Cat. They had been in the year below me at school, I didn’t know them particularly well, a friend had dated their friend for a while, but with Dan completely occupied with attempting to win over the party’s host, it gave me someone to talk to as I headed inside.

Cat was tall and slim with shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and an almost permanent bitchy look on her face. She was pretty but lacked any real curves, though she did seem to have some perky little tits and a small bum that looked quite cute in the tight jeans she was wearing. It has been at least two years since I’d seen her but she looked almost identical to how she had looked at school.

Kylie on the other hand had really grown into her looks in the last couple of years. She had gone from being a chubby girl to a curvy woman who wore her shape well. She’d died her dirty blonde hair black and it suited her and made her blue eyes stand out. She wore a halter top with plenty of cleavage that couldn’t help but draw the eye towards her ample breasts. She paired it with some tight black shorts and tights that showed off her thick thighs. With her heeled boots on, she was taller than me and looked down at me with a smile of recognition as I walked into the room.

‘Hello Frank,’ she said with surprise in her voice. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I was dragged along by Dan, the tall guy outside trying to chat up Amy. You friends with her?’ I asked, setting my beers down on the side and opening one up.
‘Yeah, we’ve known her since primary,’ Cat replied.
‘What’s the party for?’
‘It’s a bit of a going away party,’ Kylie explained. ‘We’re all off to university this week.’

We chatted for a little while as I drank my beer and they drank some vodka and coke. I told them about my uni course and they told me about theirs. We talked about mutual friends and it quickly emerged we shared a disdain for a particular group from school. We joked around a little and they laughed at some stories I told them about uni life and we quickly got tipsy together. After a while they headed to the bathroom together, so I assumed the conversation was over and meandered back into the living room where Dan was chatting with the other two guys. I joined them for a bit before being waved back into the kitchen by Kylie, Cat and Amy.

‘We want to get a game going,’ they explained.
‘What sort of game?’ I asked.
‘A drinking game,’ Cat replied as if I was asking a stupid question.
‘I guessed that, but what kind?’
‘We want people to end up naked,’ Amy laughed, ‘Or at least in their underwear.’
‘And get very drunk,’ Kylie added.
I glanced the room and spotting a stack of cups on the side and a couple of ping pong balls in a bowl on the windowsill made a suggestion. ‘What about strip beer pong?’ I asked.
‘Eww,’ Amy replied, ‘I’m not drinking beer.’
‘We could play for shots of tequila,’ Kylie remarked, producing two bottles from her bag.

‘That sounds good,’ I replied with a grin, thinking to myself that it would be great fun to see some of these attractive girls stripping down. I looked over at Kylie, who wasn’t wearing a bra, and figured it would be particular nice and not too difficult to see her big tits unleashed.

It took a while to get the group together and get everyone to agree on the rules which included some variations on beer pong that I’d picked up at uni. We split into two teams: boys vs girls. One person from each team would move to their end of the table, where a cup was placed with some tequila inside. Each player would throw a ball at the other person’s cup and try to get it inside. If both players were successful, they both drank and left the table for the next person. If both missed, they simply moved aside for the next players without consequence. If one person was successful and the other missed, the loser drank a shot and removed an item of clothing. The winner moved aside but the loser had to play again.

Dan’s shirt came off almost straight away as one of the girls got a lucky shot. He was pretty into the gym and looked good with his shirt off and some of the girls were definitely eyeing him up.

There were a lot of misses after that until I got Amy’s top off and Dan got her skirt off with the next shot – leaving her in her bra and panties. Cat’s top came off too and so did mine. One of the guys got unlucky and wound up in his pants after Kylie and Amy got him in consecutive turns, after a long run of misses. Another girl lost her dress and Cat lost her jeans shortly before Dan lost his. I was laughing and feeling like I was doing pretty well – getting pretty cocky. While waiting for our turns, Kylie handed me a fresh beer and warned me that she’d been practicing and was determined to get me naked. I laughed and told her I was looking forward to her top coming off on my next turn.

I took two turns against other girls, the first shot I made but so did she – so we both drank and moved on. On my next turn, against another girl, we both missed. The next time I was at the table saw me opposite Kylie, who was still fully clothed. I took my throw first and it went straight into the cup; I cheered myself and gave her a big grin. Her throw was perfect, landing straight in my cup to gasps all round. We both took our shots and filled up for the next players.

‘You know she really fancied you at school,’ Cat told me while I waiting for my next turn. ‘For quite a long time.’
‘I had no idea,’ I lied. Kylie’s childish crush on my had been quite annoying, as back then she’d just been the weird chubby friend of a friend’s girlfriend that followed me around all the time. She looked good now though and I found myself wondering if I could revive those feelings enough to have some fun with her.
‘She tried asking you out a couple of times, but she was too shy.’ Cat continued.
‘She doesn’t seem shy now,’ I commented as Kylie cheered after getting another guy down to his underwear. ‘Is she seeing anyone?’ I added.
‘Not anymore, she dumped her ex about six months ago. He was her first boyfriend and a bit of a loser really. Since they broke up, she’s lost lots of weight, dyed her hair, started dressing differently and become a lot more confident. It’s good. She goes to parties and nights out now when she didn’t before.’
I nodded my understanding. ‘That is good,’ I added before we stepped up to opposite sides of the table for our turn.

I glanced over to Kylie who was next in line. She was looking at my bare chest and smiled slightly when I caught her eye. She was still fully clothed, in fact her and I were the most clothed people in the room as I’d still only lost my shirt at this point. I felt confident that wouldn’t change as Cat had been awful at the game so far, not coming close and I figured there was a good chance she’d be without her bra soon as I had been playing well. I took my throw and it hit the rim of the cup and bounced out. The guys behind me groaned at the miss. Cat took her throw and landed it straight in my cup after one bounce. She cheered loudly and high fived the girls around her. I fished the ball out of the cup, drank my tequila and casually removed my jeans as Kylie stepped forward for her turn.

I poured more drink into the cup and put it back on the table. Kylie did not hesitate, one bounce and straight in. The room filled with noise at the realisation that I would be naked if I didn’t make the next shot.

My heart pounded in my chest. The thought of being naked in front of everybody gave me a pang of anxiety but the submissive in me was aroused and excited by the humiliation of it all. I looked around at the girls and guys in their underwear, I looked at Kylie, the only person fully clothed and took a deep breath. My shot bounced once on the table, hit the edge of the cup and bounced away. Everyone cheered, Kylie was high fiving the girls with a huge grin on her face.

‘Off! Off! Off!’ They started chanting.

Kylie walked over to me, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxershorts and pulled them downward in one quick motion, my semi-erect cock bouncing slightly as it was revealed. I let it happen, once again submitting to a confident woman at my own expense.

The girls cheered and laughed as Kylie walked back towards them with my boxers in her hand.

The guys were laughing too, Dan slapped me on the back and said, ‘Fair play mate. It takes guts to follow through like that.’
‘How long do I have to stay like this?’ I asked Kylie.
She smiled, ‘I’ll give your clothes back in an hour, if you’re good.’
Her words aroused me further and I hoped no one noticed my cock twitch slightly. 

The others carried on playing for a little while until Amy and one of the other girls lost their bras, everyone else was in their underwear except for Kylie who was somehow still fully clothed. I was slightly aroused by my predicament and the amount of skin on general display, which flattered me by keeping me at a reasonable size.

Some of the girls were still sniggering when they saw me, which I found hot, and a couple blushed every time I was near them. Kylie was the one who was having the most fun with it and I thought back to my conversation with Cat and whether this situation improved or reduced my chances. One of the other guys had mentioned at the party that Kylie had given someone he knew a blowjob a couple of weeks ago that he claimed had been incredible. I started to think I might be in with a chance due to the amount of time Kylie spent talking to me or looking in my direction.

I was feeling fairly drunk by this stage of the party and enjoying everyone dancing and laughing in their various states of undress. Amy and Dan were making out in the hallway and I found myself in the kitchen joking with Kylie and some others. I sat on a stall at the breakfast bar which Kylie was leaning on next to me, whilst we were all talking, she began gently caressing my bare thigh with her fingernails, glancing at me from time to time, giving me a sly and sexy smile as she noticed my eyes wander into her deep cleavage.

The effect was profound; I was getting very turned on. Kylie glanced down at my hard cock and looked pleased with herself. Nobody else in the kitchen seemed to notice – my nudity had stopped being interesting by this point.

‘Umm, it’s been an hour,’ I interjected softly. ‘Can I have my clothes back now?’
'I’m not sure,’ Kylie smiled.
'Please,’ I almost begged.
‘I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you your clothes back if you kiss my feet in front of everybody. Consider it payback for how you ignored me at school.’

Cat and the other girl who was with us both laughed at the suggestion, while I felt simultaneously panicked and aroused. The night had been humiliating enough and word would surely get around about my nudity but this would be very embarrassing indeed.

Kylie must have seen the expression on my face because she leaned close and whispered loud enough for the others to hear, ‘Kiss my feet and I’ll give you your clothes back and something else to make it worth your while.’

Five minutes later, I was on the floor in front of Kylie with the remaining partygoers, Dan, Cat, Amy and four other girls, watching. She had my clothes in her hands and was waiting for me to proceed. She’d taken her boots off and I moved myself towards her tight clad feet and kissed the tops of both of them gently. Everyone laughed and cheered. Kylie smiled down at me and dropped my clothes at her feet, which I eagerly scooped up before fleeing the room.

I walked quickly up the stairs, not noticing Kylie following me until I was at the bathroom door. She gently pushed me inside and closed and locked the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, firm kiss. When she released me, she dropped to her knees in front of my semi-erect cock and wrapped her soft hands around it, stroking gently and licking the tip. I rose to full hardness almost instantly and she began running her tongue over the head, stroking and taking it deep inside her mouth.

She drew it out, running her tongue around the tip, licking down the shaft and sucked on my hairless balls while she stroked me, her eyes looking up at me as mine rolled back in my head as she took me in her mouth once again.

After a few long minutes, I felt the first wave of cum about to burst, I warned her and she took me back in her mouth and let my cock twitch eagerly inside. I felt like my dick was exploding with force as three loads burst forth. She pulled me out of her mouth, some cum trickling over her lips, onto her chin and down her cleavage. She opened her mouth and showed me the cum sat on her tongue, swallowed and showed me her empty mouth with a proud look on her face.

She stood up, kissed me softly and smiled. ‘Worth it?’ she whispered.
‘It definitely was,’ I replied.

This is the true story of how I wound up naked at a house party. It also represented the beginning of a relationship with a dominant woman that would rule my life for the next couple of years. Everyone in the story is over 18 and all names and personal details have been changed.

It wasn’t a party I was dying to go to. I’d been home from university for the summer and was due to go back a few days later. To be honest, the few weeks back in the village I grew up in had been pretty dull and I was looking forward to going back to university, to my flat, to my new friends and to my job in a local café.

One of my oldest friends, Dan, had spent a couple of days trying to persuade me to go with him to a house party thrown by a girl he had the hots for. He’d tried every trick in the book, he told me there would be mostly girls there, he offered to buy me booze, he offered to set me up with someone, he appealed to me as a wingman and eventually I relented.

The party was in a detached house at the nicer end of the village and we could hear the music as we walked up the short driveway carrying a crate of beer and a bottle of vodka. We made our way around the back, as we’d been told and were greeting by a few people that Dan knew, including the hostess. Dan introduced me and we opened our beers and chatted outside for a while with this small group.

There were probably about twelve people at the party, as well as us. There were two other guys, one of them I vaguely knew and there were about ten girls milling around, some sat outside with us, some inside dancing in the living room and a few making drinks and chatting in the kitchen. It was lively without being crowded and everybody seemed to be having a good time. One of the guys was clearly with one of the girls and I suspected that the other might have been gay.

‘Not much competition,’ Dan commented with a cheeky grin.

It turned out that I knew a couple of the girls hanging out in the kitchen – Kylie and Cat. They had been in the year below me at school, I didn’t know them particularly well, a friend had dated their friend for a while, but with Dan completely occupied with attempting to win over the party’s host, it gave me someone to talk to as I headed inside.

Cat was tall and slim with shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and an almost permanent bitchy look on her face. She was pretty but lacked any real curves, though she did seem to have some perky little tits and a small bum that looked quite cute in the tight jeans she was wearing. It has been at least two years since I’d seen her but she looked almost identical to how she had looked at school.

Kylie on the other hand had really grown into her looks in the last couple of years. She had gone from being a chubby girl to a curvy woman who wore her shape well. She’d died her dirty blonde hair black and it suited her and made her blue eyes stand out. She wore a halter top with plenty of cleavage that couldn’t help but draw the eye towards her ample breasts. She paired it with some tight black shorts and tights that showed off her thick thighs. With her heeled boots on, she was taller than me and looked down at me with a smile of recognition as I walked into the room.

‘Hello Frank,’ she said with surprise in her voice. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I was dragged along by Dan, the tall guy outside trying to chat up Amy. You friends with her?’ I asked, setting my beers down on the side and opening one up.
‘Yeah, we’ve known her since primary,’ Cat replied.
‘What’s the party for?’
‘It’s a bit of a going away party,’ Kylie explained. ‘We’re all off to university this week.’

We chatted for a little while as I drank my beer and they drank some vodka and coke. I told them about my uni course and they told me about theirs. We talked about mutual friends and it quickly emerged we shared a disdain for a particular group from school. We joked around a little and they laughed at some stories I told them about uni life and we quickly got tipsy together. After a while they headed to the bathroom together, so I assumed the conversation was over and meandered back into the living room where Dan was chatting with the other two guys. I joined them for a bit before being waved back into the kitchen by Kylie, Cat and Amy.

‘We want to get a game going,’ they explained.
‘What sort of game?’ I asked.
‘A drinking game,’ Cat replied as if I was asking a stupid question.
‘I guessed that, but what kind?’
‘We want people to end up naked,’ Amy laughed, ‘Or at least in their underwear.’
‘And get very drunk,’ Kylie added.
I glanced the room and spotting a stack of cups on the side and a couple of ping pong balls in a bowl on the windowsill made a suggestion. ‘What about strip beer pong?’ I asked.
‘Eww,’ Amy replied, ‘I’m not drinking beer.’
‘We could play for shots of tequila,’ Kylie remarked, producing two bottles from her bag.

‘That sounds good,’ I replied with a grin, thinking to myself that it would be great fun to see some of these attractive girls stripping down. I looked over at Kylie, who wasn’t wearing a bra, and figured it would be particular nice and not too difficult to see her big tits unleashed.

It took a while to get the group together and get everyone to agree on the rules which included some variations on beer pong that I’d picked up at uni. We split into two teams: boys vs girls. One person from each team would move to their end of the table, where a cup was placed with some tequila inside. Each player would throw a ball at the other person’s cup and try to get it inside. If both players were successful, they both drank and left the table for the next person. If both missed, they simply moved aside for the next players without consequence. If one person was successful and the other missed, the loser drank a shot and removed an item of clothing. The winner moved aside but the loser had to play again.

Dan’s shirt came off almost straight away as one of the girls got a lucky shot. He was pretty into the gym and looked good with his shirt off and some of the girls were definitely eyeing him up.

There were a lot of misses after that until I got Amy’s top off and Dan got her skirt off with the next shot – leaving her in her bra and panties. Cat’s top came off too and so did mine. One of the guys got unlucky and wound up in his pants after Kylie and Amy got him in consecutive turns, after a long run of misses. Another girl lost her dress and Cat lost her jeans shortly before Dan lost his. I was laughing and feeling like I was doing pretty well – getting pretty cocky. While waiting for our turns, Kylie handed me a fresh beer and warned me that she’d been practicing and was determined to get me naked. I laughed and told her I was looking forward to her top coming off on my next turn.

I took two turns against other girls, the first shot I made but so did she – so we both drank and moved on. On my next turn, against another girl, we both missed. The next time I was at the table saw me opposite Kylie, who was still fully clothed. I took my throw first and it went straight into the cup; I cheered myself and gave her a big grin. Her throw was perfect, landing straight in my cup to gasps all round. We both took our shots and filled up for the next players.

‘You know she really fancied you at school,’ Cat told me while I waiting for my next turn. ‘For quite a long time.’
‘I had no idea,’ I lied. Kylie’s childish crush on my had been quite annoying, as back then she’d just been the weird chubby friend of a friend’s girlfriend that followed me around all the time. She looked good now though and I found myself wondering if I could revive those feelings enough to have some fun with her.
‘She tried asking you out a couple of times, but she was too shy.’ Cat continued.
‘She doesn’t seem shy now,’ I commented as Kylie cheered after getting another guy down to his underwear. ‘Is she seeing anyone?’ I added.
‘Not anymore, she dumped her ex about six months ago. He was her first boyfriend and a bit of a loser really. Since they broke up, she’s lost lots of weight, dyed her hair, started dressing differently and become a lot more confident. It’s good. She goes to parties and nights out now when she didn’t before.’
I nodded my understanding. ‘That is good,’ I added before we stepped up to opposite sides of the table for our turn.

I glanced over to Kylie who was next in line. She was looking at my bare chest and smiled slightly when I caught her eye. She was still fully clothed, in fact her and I were the most clothed people in the room as I’d still only lost my shirt at this point. I felt confident that wouldn’t change as Cat had been awful at the game so far, not coming close and I figured there was a good chance she’d be without her bra soon as I had been playing well. I took my throw and it hit the rim of the cup and bounced out. The guys behind me groaned at the miss. Cat took her throw and landed it straight in my cup after one bounce. She cheered loudly and high fived the girls around her. I fished the ball out of the cup, drank my tequila and casually removed my jeans as Kylie stepped forward for her turn.

I poured more drink into the cup and put it back on the table. Kylie did not hesitate, one bounce and straight in. The room filled with noise at the realisation that I would be naked if I didn’t make the next shot.

My heart pounded in my chest. The thought of being naked in front of everybody gave me a pang of anxiety but the submissive in me was aroused and excited by the humiliation of it all. I looked around at the girls and guys in their underwear, I looked at Kylie, the only person fully clothed and took a deep breath. My shot bounced once on the table, hit the edge of the cup and bounced away. Everyone cheered, Kylie was high fiving the girls with a huge grin on her face.

‘Off! Off! Off!’ They started chanting.

Kylie walked over to me, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxershorts and pulled them downward in one quick motion, my semi-erect cock bouncing slightly as it was revealed. I let it happen, once again submitting to a confident woman at my own expense.

The girls cheered and laughed as Kylie walked back towards them with my boxers in her hand.

The guys were laughing too, Dan slapped me on the back and said, ‘Fair play mate. It takes guts to follow through like that.’
‘How long do I have to stay like this?’ I asked Kylie.
She smiled, ‘I’ll give your clothes back in an hour, if you’re good.’
Her words aroused me further and I hoped no one noticed my cock twitch slightly. 

The others carried on playing for a little while until Amy and one of the other girls lost their bras, everyone else was in their underwear except for Kylie who was somehow still fully clothed. I was slightly aroused by my predicament and the amount of skin on general display, which flattered me by keeping me at a reasonable size.

Some of the girls were still sniggering when they saw me, which I found hot, and a couple blushed every time I was near them. Kylie was the one who was having the most fun with it and I thought back to my conversation with Cat and whether this situation improved or reduced my chances. One of the other guys had mentioned at the party that Kylie had given someone he knew a blowjob a couple of weeks ago that he claimed had been incredible. I started to think I might be in with a chance due to the amount of time Kylie spent talking to me or looking in my direction.

I was feeling fairly drunk by this stage of the party and enjoying everyone dancing and laughing in their various states of undress. Amy and Dan were making out in the hallway and I found myself in the kitchen joking with Kylie and some others. I sat on a stall at the breakfast bar which Kylie was leaning on next to me, whilst we were all talking, she began gently caressing my bare thigh with her fingernails, glancing at me from time to time, giving me a sly and sexy smile as she noticed my eyes wander into her deep cleavage.

The effect was profound; I was getting very turned on. Kylie glanced down at my hard cock and looked pleased with herself. Nobody else in the kitchen seemed to notice – my nudity had stopped being interesting by this point.

‘Umm, it’s been an hour,’ I interjected softly. ‘Can I have my clothes back now?’
'I’m not sure,’ Kylie smiled.
'Please,’ I almost begged.
‘I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you your clothes back if you kiss my feet in front of everybody. Consider it payback for how you ignored me at school.’

Cat and the other girl who was with us both laughed at the suggestion, while I felt simultaneously panicked and aroused. The night had been humiliating enough and word would surely get around about my nudity but this would be very embarrassing indeed.

Kylie must have seen the expression on my face because she leaned close and whispered loud enough for the others to hear, ‘Kiss my feet and I’ll give you your clothes back and something else to make it worth your while.’

Five minutes later, I was on the floor in front of Kylie with the remaining partygoers, Dan, Cat, Amy and four other girls, watching. She had my clothes in her hands and was waiting for me to proceed. She’d taken her boots off and I moved myself towards her tight clad feet and kissed the tops of both of them gently. Everyone laughed and cheered. Kylie smiled down at me and dropped my clothes at her feet, which I eagerly scooped up before fleeing the room.

I walked quickly up the stairs, not noticing Kylie following me until I was at the bathroom door. She gently pushed me inside and closed and locked the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, firm kiss. When she released me, she dropped to her knees in front of my semi-erect cock and wrapped her soft hands around it, stroking gently and licking the tip. I rose to full hardness almost instantly and she began running her tongue over the head, stroking and taking it deep inside her mouth.

She drew it out, running her tongue around the tip, licking down the shaft and sucked on my hairless balls while she stroked me, her eyes looking up at me as mine rolled back in my head as she took me in her mouth once again.

After a few long minutes, I felt the first wave of cum about to burst, I warned her and she took me back in her mouth and let my cock twitch eagerly inside. I felt like my dick was exploding with force as three loads burst forth. She pulled me out of her mouth, some cum trickling over her lips, onto her chin and down her cleavage. She opened her mouth and showed me the cum sat on her tongue, swallowed and showed me her empty mouth with a proud look on her face.

She stood up, kissed me softly and smiled. ‘Worth it?’ she whispered.
‘It definitely was,’ I replied.

This is the true story of how I wound up naked at a house party. It also represented the beginning of a relationship with a dominant woman that would rule my life for the next couple of years. Everyone in the story is over 18 and all names and personal details have been changed. This is the first story from my new collection, which will be posted on reddit bit by bit, or you can read the whole thing on Kindle.

It wasn’t a party I was dying to go to. I’d been home from university for the summer and was due to go back a few days later. To be honest, the few weeks back in the village I grew up in had been pretty dull and I was looking forward to going back to university, to my flat, to my new friends and to my job in a local café.

One of my oldest friends, Dan, had spent a couple of days trying to persuade me to go with him to a house party thrown by a girl he had the hots for. He’d tried every trick in the book, he told me there would be mostly girls there, he offered to buy me booze, he offered to set me up with someone, he appealed to me as a wingman and eventually I relented.

The party was in a detached house at the nicer end of the village and we could hear the music as we walked up the short driveway carrying a crate of beer and a bottle of vodka. We made our way around the back, as we’d been told and were greeting by a few people that Dan knew, including the hostess. Dan introduced me and we opened our beers and chatted outside for a while with this small group.

There were probably about twelve people at the party, as well as us. There were two other guys, one of them I vaguely knew and there were about ten girls milling around, some sat outside with us, some inside dancing in the living room and a few making drinks and chatting in the kitchen. It was lively without being crowded and everybody seemed to be having a good time. One of the guys was clearly with one of the girls and I suspected that the other might have been gay.

‘Not much competition,’ Dan commented with a cheeky grin.

It turned out that I knew a couple of the girls hanging out in the kitchen – Kylie and Cat. They had been in the year below me at school, I didn’t know them particularly well, a friend had dated their friend for a while, but with Dan completely occupied with attempting to win over the party’s host, it gave me someone to talk to as I headed inside.

Cat was tall and slim with shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and an almost permanent bitchy look on her face. She was pretty but lacked any real curves, though she did seem to have some perky little tits and a small bum that looked quite cute in the tight jeans she was wearing. It has been at least two years since I’d seen her but she looked almost identical to how she had looked at school.

Kylie on the other hand had really grown into her looks in the last couple of years. She had gone from being a chubby girl to a curvy woman who wore her shape well. She’d died her dirty blonde hair black and it suited her and made her blue eyes stand out. She wore a halter top with plenty of cleavage that couldn’t help but draw the eye towards her ample breasts. She paired it with some tight black shorts and tights that showed off her thick thighs. With her heeled boots on, she was taller than me and looked down at me with a smile of recognition as I walked into the room.

‘Hello Frank,’ she said with surprise in her voice. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I was dragged along by Dan, the tall guy outside trying to chat up Amy. You friends with her?’ I asked, setting my beers down on the side and opening one up.
‘Yeah, we’ve known her since primary,’ Cat replied.
‘What’s the party for?’
‘It’s a bit of a going away party,’ Kylie explained. ‘We’re all off to university this week.’

We chatted for a little while as I drank my beer and they drank some vodka and coke. I told them about my uni course and they told me about theirs. We talked about mutual friends and it quickly emerged we shared a disdain for a particular group from school. We joked around a little and they laughed at some stories I told them about uni life and we quickly got tipsy together. After a while they headed to the bathroom together, so I assumed the conversation was over and meandered back into the living room where Dan was chatting with the other two guys. I joined them for a bit before being waved back into the kitchen by Kylie, Cat and Amy.

‘We want to get a game going,’ they explained.
‘What sort of game?’ I asked.
‘A drinking game,’ Cat replied as if I was asking a stupid question.
‘I guessed that, but what kind?’
‘We want people to end up naked,’ Amy laughed, ‘Or at least in their underwear.’
‘And get very drunk,’ Kylie added.
I glanced the room and spotting a stack of cups on the side and a couple of ping pong balls in a bowl on the windowsill made a suggestion. ‘What about strip beer pong?’ I asked.
‘Eww,’ Amy replied, ‘I’m not drinking beer.’
‘We could play for shots of tequila,’ Kylie remarked, producing two bottles from her bag.

‘That sounds good,’ I replied with a grin, thinking to myself that it would be great fun to see some of these attractive girls stripping down. I looked over at Kylie, who wasn’t wearing a bra, and figured it would be particular nice and not too difficult to see her big tits unleashed.

It took a while to get the group together and get everyone to agree on the rules which included some variations on beer pong that I’d picked up at uni. We split into two teams: boys vs girls. One person from each team would move to their end of the table, where a cup was placed with some tequila inside. Each player would throw a ball at the other person’s cup and try to get it inside. If both players were successful, they both drank and left the table for the next person. If both missed, they simply moved aside for the next players without consequence. If one person was successful and the other missed, the loser drank a shot and removed an item of clothing. The winner moved aside but the loser had to play again.

Dan’s shirt came off almost straight away as one of the girls got a lucky shot. He was pretty into the gym and looked good with his shirt off and some of the girls were definitely eyeing him up.

There were a lot of misses after that until I got Amy’s top off and Dan got her skirt off with the next shot – leaving her in her bra and panties. Cat’s top came off too and so did mine. One of the guys got unlucky and wound up in his pants after Kylie and Amy got him in consecutive turns, after a long run of misses. Another girl lost her dress and Cat lost her jeans shortly before Dan lost his. I was laughing and feeling like I was doing pretty well – getting pretty cocky. While waiting for our turns, Kylie handed me a fresh beer and warned me that she’d been practicing and was determined to get me naked. I laughed and told her I was looking forward to her top coming off on my next turn.

I took two turns against other girls, the first shot I made but so did she – so we both drank and moved on. On my next turn, against another girl, we both missed. The next time I was at the table saw me opposite Kylie, who was still fully clothed. I took my throw first and it went straight into the cup; I cheered myself and gave her a big grin. Her throw was perfect, landing straight in my cup to gasps all round. We both took our shots and filled up for the next players.

‘You know she really fancied you at school,’ Cat told me while I waiting for my next turn. ‘For quite a long time.’
‘I had no idea,’ I lied. Kylie’s childish crush on my had been quite annoying, as back then she’d just been the weird chubby friend of a friend’s girlfriend that followed me around all the time. She looked good now though and I found myself wondering if I could revive those feelings enough to have some fun with her.
‘She tried asking you out a couple of times, but she was too shy.’ Cat continued.
‘She doesn’t seem shy now,’ I commented as Kylie cheered after getting another guy down to his underwear. ‘Is she seeing anyone?’ I added.
‘Not anymore, she dumped her ex about six months ago. He was her first boyfriend and a bit of a loser really. Since they broke up, she’s lost lots of weight, dyed her hair, started dressing differently and become a lot more confident. It’s good. She goes to parties and nights out now when she didn’t before.’
I nodded my understanding. ‘That is good,’ I added before we stepped up to opposite sides of the table for our turn.

I glanced over to Kylie who was next in line. She was looking at my bare chest and smiled slightly when I caught her eye. She was still fully clothed, in fact her and I were the most clothed people in the room as I’d still only lost my shirt at this point. I felt confident that wouldn’t change as Cat had been awful at the game so far, not coming close and I figured there was a good chance she’d be without her bra soon as I had been playing well. I took my throw and it hit the rim of the cup and bounced out. The guys behind me groaned at the miss. Cat took her throw and landed it straight in my cup after one bounce. She cheered loudly and high fived the girls around her. I fished the ball out of the cup, drank my tequila and casually removed my jeans as Kylie stepped forward for her turn.

I poured more drink into the cup and put it back on the table. Kylie did not hesitate, one bounce and straight in. The room filled with noise at the realisation that I would be naked if I didn’t make the next shot.

My heart pounded in my chest. The thought of being naked in front of everybody gave me a pang of anxiety but the submissive in me was aroused and excited by the humiliation of it all. I looked around at the girls and guys in their underwear, I looked at Kylie, the only person fully clothed and took a deep breath. My shot bounced once on the table, hit the edge of the cup and bounced away. Everyone cheered, Kylie was high fiving the girls with a huge grin on her face.

‘Off! Off! Off!’ They started chanting.

Kylie walked over to me, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxershorts and pulled them downward in one quick motion, my semi-erect cock bouncing slightly as it was revealed. I let it happen, once again submitting to a confident woman at my own expense.

The girls cheered and laughed as Kylie walked back towards them with my boxers in her hand.

The guys were laughing too, Dan slapped me on the back and said, ‘Fair play mate. It takes guts to follow through like that.’
‘How long do I have to stay like this?’ I asked Kylie.
She smiled, ‘I’ll give your clothes back in an hour, if you’re good.’
Her words aroused me further and I hoped no one noticed my cock twitch slightly. 

The others carried on playing for a little while until Amy and one of the other girls lost their bras, everyone else was in their underwear except for Kylie who was somehow still fully clothed. I was slightly aroused by my predicament and the amount of skin on general display, which flattered me by keeping me at a reasonable size.

Some of the girls were still sniggering when they saw me, which I found hot, and a couple blushed every time I was near them. Kylie was the one who was having the most fun with it and I thought back to my conversation with Cat and whether this situation improved or reduced my chances. One of the other guys had mentioned at the party that Kylie had given someone he knew a blowjob a couple of weeks ago that he claimed had been incredible. I started to think I might be in with a chance due to the amount of time Kylie spent talking to me or looking in my direction.

I was feeling fairly drunk by this stage of the party and enjoying everyone dancing and laughing in their various states of undress. Amy and Dan were making out in the hallway and I found myself in the kitchen joking with Kylie and some others. I sat on a stall at the breakfast bar which Kylie was leaning on next to me, whilst we were all talking, she began gently caressing my bare thigh with her fingernails, glancing at me from time to time, giving me a sly and sexy smile as she noticed my eyes wander into her deep cleavage.

The effect was profound; I was getting very turned on. Kylie glanced down at my hard cock and looked pleased with herself. Nobody else in the kitchen seemed to notice – my nudity had stopped being interesting by this point.

‘Umm, it’s been an hour,’ I interjected softly. ‘Can I have my clothes back now?’
'I’m not sure,’ Kylie smiled.
'Please,’ I almost begged.
‘I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you your clothes back if you kiss my feet in front of everybody. Consider it payback for how you ignored me at school.’

Cat and the other girl who was with us both laughed at the suggestion, while I felt simultaneously panicked and aroused. The night had been humiliating enough and word would surely get around about my nudity but this would be very embarrassing indeed.

Kylie must have seen the expression on my face because she leaned close and whispered loud enough for the others to hear, ‘Kiss my feet and I’ll give you your clothes back and something else to make it worth your while.’

Five minutes later, I was on the floor in front of Kylie with the remaining partygoers, Dan, Cat, Amy and four other girls, watching. She had my clothes in her hands and was waiting for me to proceed. She’d taken her boots off and I moved myself towards her tight clad feet and kissed the tops of both of them gently. Everyone laughed and cheered. Kylie smiled down at me and dropped my clothes at her feet, which I eagerly scooped up before fleeing the room.

I walked quickly up the stairs, not noticing Kylie following me until I was at the bathroom door. She gently pushed me inside and closed and locked the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, firm kiss. When she released me, she dropped to her knees in front of my semi-erect cock and wrapped her soft hands around it, stroking gently and licking the tip. I rose to full hardness almost instantly and she began running her tongue over the head, stroking and taking it deep inside her mouth.

She drew it out, running her tongue around the tip, licking down the shaft and sucked on my hairless balls while she stroked me, her eyes looking up at me as mine rolled back in my head as she took me in her mouth once again.

After a few long minutes, I felt the first wave of cum about to burst, I warned her and she took me back in her mouth and let my cock twitch eagerly inside. I felt like my dick was exploding with force as three loads burst forth. She pulled me out of her mouth, some cum trickling over her lips, onto her chin and down her cleavage. She opened her mouth and showed me the cum sat on her tongue, swallowed and showed me her empty mouth with a proud look on her face.

She stood up, kissed me softly and smiled. ‘Worth it?’ she whispered.
‘It definitely was,’ I replied.