The last time I did this, she showed up to the hotel and became my sub. She followed my directions except she came without permission and had to be punished. Can you last long enough to not be punished?
5'9, 180, ddf
This happened to me some years ago. I was away at college. I met him at a bar. I was out with two friends. When they went to the bathroom, he came over to hit on me.
He was wearing a high dollar dress shirt and slacks with shoes. He was clean shaven and well put together. In hind sight, I was away from home and making bad decisions because they felt good.
We talked a minute before my friends returned. "I won't bother you anymore. Enjoy your evening." Is all he said when he walked away.
The rest of the night was uneventful as we used our fake IDs to their fullest. As I was gathering my purse and phone to leave, I saw him in the corner booth watching me. Our eyes met and we both smiled.
I told my friends I would see them later and made my way over to his booth. Our small talk and flirting accelerated quickly. I decided to make a move. Excusing myself, I went to the bathroom and fixed my hair and makeup. In a moment of drunken boldness, I looked around and then slipped off my panties and put them in my purse. It was exilerating.
When I returned, I sat next to him. My hand landed on his leg and I gave him my best sultry eyes. Impatiently, I slid my hand up his leg. His hand stopped me just shy of the prize.
"If you want to throw yourself at me, you need to learn your place." He pushed me out of the booth and led me out the door. We crossed the street and went straight up to his place. It was a penthouse style apartment near the top of the building. It was amazing.
The entire treck had been in silence. He led me by the wrist all the way. Inside his palace, he released me. "Pour me a drink. The glasses are there, bourbon is just there. One cube of ice."
He left the room and I set off to my task. When he came back, he barely looked at me. He just sat down at the two chairs over looking the city and put his hand up to receive the drink.
I put the glass in his hand and began to sit in the other chair. I was stopped by him saying "No. You were not asked to sit. Know your place."
I stood in shocked silence. What was I to do? The alcohol made my thoughts fuzzy. Replacing thought was raw lust. His commands had me in a trance. I wanted to make him happy and I didn't know why.
He sipped his drink. "Let me guess, you slipped off your panties in the bar."
I bowed my head, unsure of how to answer.
"It's ok. I picked you out of the crowd because I knew you wanted to be slutty." He smirked at me. "Prove me wrong and lift up that little dress."
I grabbed the hem on both sides and raised it up, flashing him with my shaved sex.
He nodded and went back to his drink. "You can take it all off now."
I hesitated for a moment. He looked at me as if he was annoyed or disappointed so I lifted the dress over my head and tossed it on the floor at his feet.
"Tonight you are going to learn your place." He pointed to his feet. I kneeled in front of him. This game had me incredibly turned on. "Tonight you will learn how to treat your man. We started with my favorite drink. Now, I am enjoying the view. But, you need to show me you want me. Start by rubbing my crotch."
It was not lost on me that I was kneeling, completely naked, in front a much older stranger. That alone was enough to turn me on. The fact that I was doing it in front of a floor to ceiling window meant anyone could see me. Yet, I followed his directions and began rubbing his legs and manhood over his pants.
He watched, almost disinterested, as I did my best to turn him on. I wanted him to pay attention to me, so I made a move to release his member for better access. As I tugged on the zipper, he slapped me. Hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to really hurt.
"No slut, learn your place." Then, he grabbed me by the neck. With a terse voice, he commanded "You will follow instructions." He tossed me down.
I sat there, stunned. I had fallen on my butt. My legs spread out to steady me, revealing my wet pussy. I looked up, without saying a word and waited for him to tell me what to do.
He stood, grabbed my arm and drug me to my feet. Taking me all the way to the bedroom, I could barely keep up. He tossed me onto the bed and calmly opened a drawer in his night stand.
He pulled out Velcro cuffs. I stood up, but he pushed me down on my stomach and roughly secured my wrists behind my back. Then he pulled me back onto the floor, kneeling in front of him.
"Well. You wanted my cock. Get it out." Using my teeth I struggled to undo his pants. When I finally got to my prize, it was slightly erect. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head back and said "Smile bitch. You finally got what you wanted."
He shoved his cock into my mouth and started roughly fucking my face. After the surprise wore off, I did anything and everything I knew to please him. It just seemed to anger him.
"You young whores are cute, but you lack experience."
I gasped, "Please. Tell me how." Panting, I waited for him to give me guidance. When he was done telling me how he liked it, I set to doing everything he taught me.
I never had a man's dick get so hard in my mouth. Just when I thought he was going to explode, he pulled out. The sperm landed on my face, my eyes and in my mouth.
With that, he pulled me to my feet and shoved me on the bed, face down, feet still on the floor. My feet were pushed apart, then I felt him at my pussy.
He took me as his fuck doll. Every thrust was for his pleasure, not mine. He gave no consideration to what I wanted. But that is exactly what I wanted. It was the first time I came from just dick in me. Usually I had to rub myself.
He did not care that I was screaming with pleasure. All he said was "Now you know your place." My hands strained against my restraints. My body convulsed. I lost all control.
When he stopped, I felt the cum running down my legs. He left me there. I dared not move. I heard him rustling around in the other room. When he came back, he removed the cuffs.
Your dress is in the elevator. I took the panties from your purse as a souvenir. You can show yourself out.
When I walked into the hall, naked, the elevator was open, dress and purse on the floor. I entered and got dressed as the elevator went down.
To this day, I do everything he said and every guy calls me the best cocksucking whore. But none of them are as good as he was.
The last time I did this, she showed up to the hotel and became my sub. She followed my directions except she came without permission and had to be punished. Can you last long enough to not be punished?
Don't tell my husband this story, but I have to tell someone.
In college I was walking through the dorm and stopped at the bulletin board to see if there was anything interesting. There was. It was a job for a female model for a class on female sexuality. The flyer did not have a lot of details, so I went to the professor's office to ask how it worked.
When I walked into the professor's office, I was surprised to see she was relatively attractive, even if she was clearly in her 40's. She asked if she could help me, so I asked about the flyer.
The professor explained that the course was a 2 hour credit that met on Thursday mornings. She needed a model for the final class before the summer break. If I participated, she would give me the credit for taking the whole class and $400.
When I asked her what I would have to do, she explained that I would be in front of the class, naked, and she would use my body to demonstrate techniques. I told her that I would think about it.
I decided not to take the job. But I did take the class. I needed a humanities course and it fit my schedule. The class was interesting, but nothing crazy. That is, until that last day before the finals and summer break.
On the last day, I got to the class pretty early. I wanted a good seat. At the front of the lecture hall was a black curtain on rollers. When the professor walked in, she addressed the class. "I know you are all excited for today. We have a model that is willing to make herself vulnerable for our enlightenment. I ask that you respect her courage and refrain from any crude or unprofessional remarks. This is a learning experience for us all."
With that, she pushed the barrier out of the way to reveal my roommate. She was naked and her wrists and ankles where strapped to a contraption that held her somewhat upright for all of us to see.
I gasped at the sight. I could not believe she took the job. The professor started talking about pleasure zones and some other stuff. I was fixated on my roommate. She had not seen me in the class. I never told her I took this class.
My trance was broken by the professor saying "Let's see how she reacts to certain stimuli". With that, the professor picked up some ripple clamps and explained how pain can be a powerful enhancer to pleasure.
"Let's start with a small vibrator inserted into her vagina." she said before slipping in a vibe and turning it on. "How does that feel? On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the best."
My roommate wiggled her waste a little and said: "About a 3. It is nice but not powerful."
"Now, I will use the nipple clamps. Let's see how she responds."
My roommate moaned and then her jaw dropped. Her hips rolled with a rhythm.
"How did the pleasure of the vibrator change when the clamps were applied?" the professor asked.
My roommate let out a nervous laugh. "It is more of a 5 or 6 now." I could tell she was holding back her orgasm.
I looked around and the entire class was fixed on my roommate's predicament. I almost envied her. I wished I had taken the job.
"OK, so pain helps enhance pleasure. But what if the pain is not in an erotic zone like the nipples?" The professor removed the clamps. "Are you back to a 3 or is it higher?"
"Higher, maybe a 4." My roommate was being very forthcoming.
"Ok, let us try using a little bamboo stick like this on her feet." The professor proceeded to lightly tap the bottom of her feet. She giggled and laughed awkwardly. "How does that change the pleasure of the vibe, sweety."
My roommate though for a moment and said "It went up slightly. Maybe a 5."
"Good girl" the professor replied. My roommate started squirming again. "Did something change?"
My roommate replied "I just felt something."
"And this is the next lesson, words can have a deep impact on a woman. Our subject here apparently likes praise. She is a good girl for helping us out."
The class applauded. My roommates cheeks turned red and she bit her lip.
"OK, that is enough with the vibrator for the moment. You did very well sweetheart. Let's talk about penile penetration."
The professor went on and on about angles, rhythm, size, etc. I watched as my roommate squirmed. She squirmed even more when the professor took out a little dildo and began fucking her and asking her how each angle felt and the speed and force of each stroke.
She replaced the little dildo with a bigger one and then a bigger one. Each time making my roommate compare various aspects.
At the end of the dildo demonstration, she brought out a strap on. "Now, I had hip replacement surgery, so I can't demonstrate any more. Can I get a volunteer?"
My hand shot straight up. "You dear, come be our demonstrator." As I walked up, my roommates eyes got huge.
"What are you doing here? You took this class?" I just smiled back.
"You two know each other?" The professor asked.
"We are roommates" I explained.
After consulting with my roommate and getting her consent, I put on my first strap on. It was clumsy and hard to control. I quickly realized this would be a hands on task.
"OK, slide you penis inside of her and do your best based on what guys have done to you."
I put the tip at her hole a d then locked eyes with her. She looked both excited and scared. I smiled and pushed the rubber falic slowly in. I began thrusting back and forth and realized that guys have it a lot harder than I thought.
The professor said "Good. Now how does that feel?"
"About a 2" she said. The class giggled. She looked at me and I giggled too.
"It is my first time." The class erupted in laughter. Even the professor, who had been very clinical and serious, laughed a little.
"OK now. Let's settle down. Remember what she said she liked. She liked long strokes where the tip was driven up into her pelvis. Try that."
I did what she asked and after a few moments, my roommate was starting to moan a little.
"Is that better?" The professor asked.
My roommate just shook her head yes while persing her lips.
"How does it rate?"
When my roommate opened her mouth to respond, a long moan escaped. "It is an 8."
"Oh wonderful. That's enough. Let's move on to clitoral stimulation."
I pulled back and took off my male enhancement. I think the professor thought I would go back to my seat. I stayed. When she asked if I needed something invokunteered to keep helping. Surprisingly, she agreed.
The next phase was a wand vibe applied to my roommates clit. I held it there and she reported that it was an 8 or 9. We added the small vibe inside her and she started screaming "10!" over and over. The whole class watched as she came.
I lifted the wand but the professor grabbed my hand and pushed it back down. "I will tell you when to stop."
I looked at my roommate, who was thrashing from the pleasure. Her eyes plead with mine to pick it up. I looked at the professor who was explaining the signs of an orgasm and the mechanics behind it. The irony of her clinical and boring explanation of something that was clearly tormenting my roommate caused me to chuckle.
"Now, how do you think this slut feels?" The professor proclaimed?
The class fell silent and my roommate looked shocked but then she went primal.
"Apparently she likes praise and humiliation. Ok, that is enough. We are done now."
....
I was back at the dorm room. I had stopped at the sex shop on the way home and bought everything that was used on stage. I had not talked to my roommate.
I left a note on the door. "Now is your chance for revenge."
I got naked, left all the toys on the desk next to my bed, and applied the restraints I bought.
When she walked in, not in hand, she looked up and smiled. Behind her walked in the professor. "Exactly as I predicted."