This is just the beginning. Chapter 1

Author: Kanookie

Summary: Two complete strangers meet to play out their long awaited fantasies out for the first time.

Warning: Rated R-Sexual references, coarse language, kink and violence.





Looking in the mirror, I don’t recognise myself; the woman staring back at me, doesn’t look like me. She’s wearing a black lace bra and panty lingerie set, with a black under bust corset clinching her waist in and forcing her breasts up, making her appear even more curvier than she already is, at her hips sits a lace garter belt with two suspenders for each leg, one on the front and one on the back keeping her thigh high lace top shire black stockings in place. She is also taller than me, well that’s because she’s wearing knee high shiny high heeled, laced up, platform boots, but this isn’t a height I’m familiar with. I peer at her face; her eyes darkened with soft black shadow, with a hint of white, framed with long thick dark lashes, her lips painted with a dark red rose colour which makes them stand out. Her brunette long hair is neatly waved over her left shoulder. I stand there watching her, looking up and down her body, eventually landing at her face, concentrating on the features, after what fells like forever I am starting to see myself behind it all. Realising; ‘yes this is me, yes I do look like that, and yes, I am about to do this.’ I inhale, my chest rises, and then lowering as I exhale, slowly I repeat this pattern, whilst listening to my breath.

“You can do this, you are in charge, and you are ready.” encouraging myself while walking towards the arm chair that sits next to the window, sitting down I cross my legs placing my hands neatly on top of my knees.

I whisper “ready, set” inhale, “go.”

With a loud firm voice I speak

“You may enter.”



Standing an estimated 3 meters away in front of me stands a tall muscular man, with pale skin and dark brown hair, wearing nothing but a plain pair of black briefs, his hands by his sides and his head tilted down to the ground. My eyes travel down his body noticing the curves of his toned muscles, they aren’t big, but just defined; he had a couple tattoos, one placed on his bicep, it appears to be a black panther sitting down, the other on his chest, which seems to be someones name.

“You may look at me.” I say this trying not to let my nerves show.

I want to see his face. His head roes, looking at me his eyes slightly widen, so did mine as we notice eachothers appearance. He’s quite pretty for a man, full lips, dark blue eyes but a firm jaw. My heart beat’s racing, not deep but more a shallow fluttering.



I had masturbated to a lot of dominatrix porn, so I know what was expected of me, and what I want to do.

Quietly clearing my throat, trying to pace my breath and sound as confident as possible

“You will call me Mistress, and only Mistress, you will not know my name, as you do not deserve to know my name, is that understood?”

“Yes Mistress.” His voice moderately deep, quiet but clear.

“Get on all fours, and crawl to me.” I order.

He did as told; crawling to me until he’s directly in front of my feet. I look down at his back noticing that it’s just as toned and defined as the rest of his body, this makes me wiggle in my chair, I have a thing for a mans back, it’s where they carry most of their strength.

“Today you are mine for my entertainment. You are my play thing, and you are my toy, do you understand?” speaking down at him with a calm tone.

“Yes.” He agrees

“Yes what!” raising my voice as I kick him in the arm,

it bends at the elbow, him almost tumbling over,

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress!”

I stop for a brief moment collecting myself ‘I just kicked him out of impulse, and fuck, it felt great!’ a smirk grows across my face.

“Good, do you like my boots? They’re new.” I question

He looks up, slow, stopping where my boots end.

“Yes Mistress, I do.”

My legs still cross; I place my left foot forward which is crossed on top of the right toward his face, lightly I press the end of the toe of my shoe on his lips, his eyes close and he takes a deep breath in.

“They smell new don’t they?”

“Yes Mistress” His eyes still closed

“They’re very clean aren’t they?”

“Yes Mistress”

“Well I think we both know I like things dirty, and you’re a dirty boy aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress what?” I prompt him,

“Yes Mistress, I am a dirty boy.”

I smile, pushing my foot applying more pressure against his lips

“Cover them with your dirty boy spit then”

“Yes Mistress.” He sounds eager.

He gets straight to work; starting at the toe of my boot making small licks in an upward pattern, moving his way around to my ankle, then to the other side, even more slowly up, separating each lick; he moves them from one side to the other. I look down at him, his tongue and lips lightly moist from saliva; they shine in the dim lights of the room. I uncross my legs and place my right boot to his face, without a word he gets to work, repeating the same pattern. I can’t help but bite my lip, I enjoy watching him lick at my feet like a little puppy dog. I watch for a few minutes noticing the increasing arousal in my body. Once satisfied I ask him to stop and crawl to the middle of the room, he does as told.

Head still turned downwards he kneels about two meters away from the bed which is on one side of him, and 2 meters away from the wall on his other side.

I stand up and walk to the bed, next to it sits my suit case, and I pick it up and open it.

“I have something for you.”



I stand in front of him; holding leather handcuffs in one hand and a leather flogger in the other. Everything I have is brand new, and I’m so excited to use it all, I can’t keep the glee off my face. I bend down squatting in front of him now.

“Look at me”

He looks up at me with his beautiful dark blue eyes, but is expressionless.

“I’m now going to handcuff you, and use you for my sadistic entertainment.”

He nods.

I walk around to his back and bend down putting the flogger next to me, he puts his hands behind him and I start placing the cuffs around his wrists securing them together. Having a closer view of his back I start to look more intently; because his hands are behind him his back is flexed. I can’t help myself, I put my hand out to touch him, I fell him quiver as my fingertips touch his skin, it makes me pull back, but only for a second, I start to softly feel the curves his muscles make, starting at his shoulder tracing the defined lines, his skin is soft, warm and firm. Gradually making my way down one side till I reach his hands, I change to the top of his other solder, but this time instead of using my fingertips, I use my nails, gentle at first, making my way down the lines I start to increase the pressure, digging more into his flesh, I feel and see him stress under my scratch, he takes a long deep breath. Seeing his reaction to my rough touch excites me. I grab the handle of flogger in my right hand standing back up, leisurely I run the strands of leather through my other hand feeling the smooth texture against my skin, straightening the runs I flick my wrist forward hitting his back under the nape. He grunts, flinches forward, tightening his muscle making them move with the pain. I repeat this a few more times. I observe his reaction to the leather hitting his skin. I start to loose count, but I notice his skin growing pink, his grunts amplify. This dampens me, feeling myself start to drip. I start to whip him, harder and faster, I think about how much pain he must be in, and it makes me feel evil, but I’m enjoying it. The grunts becoming so loud he is now screaming for mercy

“Please Mistress!” he cries

I stop, dropping my hands to my side, letting go of the flogger, it falling to the floor. His back, a bright dark pink against pale white skin, bending down I lightly place my fingertips to his skin, he whimpers underneath me, as he does I apply pressure, making an outline of my fingers, it turning white for a few seconds in contrast to the pink, his body convulsing forward trying to escape, I giggle.

“You are a good boy” I say standing back tall behind him

“Thank you Mistress” he sounds out of breath

“I enjoyed that” a smile appears on my face

“I’m glad Mistress”

I pause, collecting my feelings and say,

“For being such a good little boy I think you deserve something.”

“Yes please Mistress, thank you Mistress!” he sounds relived

“Sit on the bed.” I demand.

He lies at the foot of the bed with his calves folded over the edge, his now naked, his penis flaccid on his leg; it looks to be slightly smaller then average. I perch up on my knees in front of him; next to me sits massage oil and a rope about half a meter long. Reaching up grabbing his penis I move it so it’s lying up against his stomach, giving me a clear view of his testicles, he is completely shaven. I softly caress his balls with one hand as my other leans on his thigh; he gets up on his elbows, looking down at me as I taunt him. The skin of his sack is loose but quite smooth. Grabbing the rope beside me I lift his sack, using my thumb to hold one end of the rope, with the other hand I start to wrap it around the top of his balls near his shaft, making sure it’s tight, stopping at three quarters of the way through at his scrotum in the middle where his testicles met I tuck the remainder of the rope under what I’ve wrapped pulling it through to the front separating them, as I place the end of it to the middle of the rope at the font, making sure it’s snug, his balls are separated from one another, I tie a knot, his sacks now taut.

“Is that tight” I ask, wanting to make sure he’s okay, but trying not to let him know I’m concerned for his comfort

“Yes Mistress, I well, I like it that way.” He says shyly

I smile

“That’s good, because so do I”

He smiles back, still on his elbows, we look at each other, bending forward I position my lips centimeters away from his balls.

“Do you want to feel my lips?”

“Yes Mistress, please Mistress.” His tone erotic

“You’ll have to do better than that” I tease

“Oh please Mistress I would love your soft beautiful lips against my worthless little nuts”

Those words impulsively slipping out of his mouth make me exceedingly turned on.

I lick my lips making them wet, pressing them against his skin, starting to kiss tenderly while looking at him the whole time. After about ten soft kisses, I start to use my tongue licking very slow large strokes up, moving slowly over one ball to the other. I look back to his penis; it’s becoming stiffer. I lick a few more times until I reach the other side. I grab the oil, open the lid and squirt a generous amount into my palms, rubbing them together till the bottoms of my hands were completely covered. I grab him. He’s hard. He’s rock hard. I roll his foreskin under his knob then up over it, then move my hand down his entire length, which is now a lot larger. I twist my wrist making my palm reach each side of his penis, making sure I cover his whole member with oil. His veins protrude, whilst blood rushes through it, the detail of his penis makes my pussy tingle. His hips start to move the rhythm of my tugging. I gaze up at him, his face was eying my hand pleasuring him; biting his lip, chest moving up and down with quick breaths. He notices me watching him. The air filled with sexual tension

“Do you like when I stroke your cock?” I ask flirtingly

“Yes Mistress, very much mistress” he answers in a similar way

“Excuse me, you like what?” I drop my pace

“I love when you stroke my cock, which is hard, for you Mistress”

Those words make me just want to ride him, but I still want to play, so I increase the pace of my hand

“Mistress, you are going to make me cum.”

I stop, reacting immediately with anger

“You are not allowed to cum unless I want you too!”

“Yes Mistress! Sorry Mistress! It just feels so good; you are so good.”

I start to jerk him off again but this time he isn’t thrusting, he is now trying to squirm down into the bed, resiting, trying to hold on to his orgasm, as he realises he isn’t going to cum as soon as he hoped.

This making me progressively wet whilst observing his body language

“Praise me more, that may help your case” I angle my chin up a little, viewing him up and down, giving a look of dominance.

“Oh god Mistress, you turn me on so much, you’re so beautiful, so sexy, so evil. You make me so fucking horny, I will do anything for you, anything you want to please you, I will do absolutely anything for you and if you allow me to cum under your skill I will be in your debt, I beg of you Mistress, please!” He begs with great urgency, he wants this bad

a shiver goes up my spine then I notice, my panties are wet, they feel soaked against my flaps; I don’t think I have ever been this wet before without touching myself. ‘Holly fuck, this is intense, holly fuck, this is so fucking hot’ I want to hear more. I want to be greedy. I grin showing my teeth, I bite my lip once between them and state what I want to hear

“You are my toy”

“Yes Mistress” his voice now shaking

“What!” with my other hand I slap his thigh.

His leg jolts away out of reflex

“I am your toy Mistress!” correcting his mistake

“You are nothing but a pathetic little thing, to use and abuse.”

“I am your pathetic little thing, to use and abuse Mistress”

He watches me, repeating what I wish, still with a grin plastered on my face as I spoke

“You are a worthless, good for nothing fucking slut! And you are my slut.” I tip my head to the side, looking curious

“aren’t you?” my grin disappearing, widening my eyes

“Yes Mistress, of course Mistress! I am a worthless good for nothing slut and I am your slut! I am blessed to be your slut!” his tone pleading

“I will let you cum, on one condition”

“Yes Mistress, anything Mistress!”

“Sluts like to eat cum don’t they?” grinning again

His eyes enlarge as he looks directly into mine, he knows what I’m going to ask, and he seems shocked at the request, but I’m not sure if it was out of disgust. He answers

“Yes Mistress, sluts like to eat cum” he sounds anxious

“And you are a little slut”

“Yes Mistress, I am your little slut.”

I grab the oil bottle from beside me open the lid, pull down his foreskin and pour a little bit on the tip of his knob, I push his foreskin back up making sure it trickles under the skin, I then add a little more for his shaft.

I finally let out my intention with a slow and composed voice

“You may cum, if you be a good little slut, and eat, all, your hot, sticky, gross cum.”

He doesn’t answer straight away. I fasten the speed of my hand clasping tighter, his body becomes very tense, his crotch rising as his butt cheeks clench

“So slut! What do you chose!”

He looks down at me, and then at his cock, it was so oily, veiny and ridged.

“Oh god, okay I will! Please Mistress! I want to cum!”

as he spoke those words I jerk him off as fast as I possibly can

“Cum!” I demand

The sheets under his hands punch under his gripping fists, twisting his elbows more towards his chest hoisting himself up, curling his toes, moaning loud and his body starting to shake.

“Fuck!” he cries out, his head falling back

Cum squirts out of his cock, landing on his chest and stomach, then progressing to slowly drip down his dick as his orgasm starts to end, some getting on my hand.

“Fuck” he mumbles, collapsing on the bed

“What do you say!”

He perches back up at attention, “Thank you Mistress! Thank you for letting me cum, thank you.” He says gratefully



I just stare at him for a few moments, my eyes traveling down his physique seeing where his cum still rests. God this sight is extremely arousing, I like him covered in his own juices. Snapping back to what our agreement, I look back up at his face

“Now what do sluts do?”

His eyes growing scared, mine filled with evil intentions.

“They eat cum Mistress”

“And what are you?”

“a slut” his voice quiet

I climb onto the bed on top of him making sure my body doesn’t touch his, I’m on all fours above him, his looking at me nervously, which makes it all the more fun.

“You got some on my hand”

I lean my weight on my left hand flipping my head making sure my hair was still swept to my left, I place my right hand in front of his face so he sees his cum that had dripped onto my palm near my index finger,

“Now be a good little slut and lap it all up”

“Yes Mistress”

I put my hand to his mouth and he begins to start licking, his face did not seem pleased, but he carries on,

“make sure you swallow,”

He looks at me while he licks the reminder off, then swallows, trying to hold the look of disgust off his face. Once done I moved my hand down towards his chest and stomach, getting my finger I scrape the cum picking it up.

“Now little slut, I want you to suck this time”

I push my finger deep into his mouth, touching the back of his thought, he gags, but keeps himself from vomiting, he sucks as I start to pull my finger out gradually. I repeat this till all of it was cleaned off his chest and stomach till only the few drips on his penis were left. I grip him at the bottom of his shaft moving up scraping off the reminder of his cum, he squirms beneath me, when I reach his knob I squeeze tighter, a couple more drops leak out, emptying him entirely. I put my hand to his face for the last time; he proceeds to lick it off my hand like he did the first time. Watching him eat his own cum was fucking hot.

“Good little slut” I praise him when done

“Thank you mistress.”

putting my hand back down on the bed still hovering above him I state

“next time, if you’re a good little boy like you were tonight, I may use you for my pleasure, and not just for my entertainment.”

His expression becomes excited

“Oh please Mistress I would love to pleasure you!” he’s enthusiastic about this proposal

“Well if you do one more thing for me, we will see.”

“Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress”

I grew an evil smirk

“Until we meet again, you are not allowed to touch yourself.”

His expression no longer excited, but with scared shock

“If you are successful, you may be allowed to taste my cum”

With those words his face became more positive,

“Okay Mistress I will do that for you, anything to get to taste you” He smiles with a slight nod.

I pat him on the head get up and walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.





Reviews would be appreciated.

Also I am australian so some words may be spelt differently for some people.



(Source: thedangersofmymind)