"My first submissive experience" (Futa on futa. Light BDSM and cock-ball torture)

Story by Debby-Chan

// Hello everyone! This is my first story, I've been writing on and off for a few years but I'm always looking for (hopefully constructive) criticism. If you like my little story, please let me know. I also take requests!

I could not take my mind off what happened last weekend. Even as I sat on the bus, trying to distract myself with my mp3 player, I found my thoughts gravitating towards last Saturday. I felt like I had opened Pandora’s box and now found myself at a crossroads: Do I give into temptation, or carry on as if nothing had ever happened?

Strangely enough, it all began at a party. I’m not anti-social, but I consider myself more intellectual than your average party-goer: I’d rather curl up with some good music and a good book than play drinking games and have drunk hook-ups. Later on, I would find out that was part of the reason she found herself interested in me.

She was a tall woman who carried herself with poise and grace. When we were first introduced by one of our mutual friends, I found myself having to tilt my head up to make eye contact: It was worth the effort. Her dark brown hair was voluminous and curly, and her dark eyes had an almost piercingly sexy quality. She had a healthy tan, too, something I found myself envying.

The fact she mentioned being a futa, just like me, was definitely a bonus. I remember having to shift my legs a little, hoping she wouldn’t notice the bulge I was forming in my dress. Looking back now, it’s funny to think I was trying to hide my cock considering she would end up seeing more than just my penis.

I was even more taken with her when I found out she wasn’t just a pretty face. We hit it off. She read most of the same books I was reading, and she had even gone to a nice University. Needless to say, when I asked her what she did for a living I was expecting to hear that she was a writer, a businesswoman, or even a scientist.

So, needless to say, I was taken aback when she introduced herself as a professional dominatrix. The look on my face must have been priceless – a fact she later confirmed. In my defense, that was the first time I had seen someone who claimed to do that kind of kink play for real. In my mind, bondage had only existed in the form of kinky Internet porno: Internet porno that I clicked on accident, of course.

We didn’t do much of note at the party. We talked, shared a few laughs, and flirted just a little bit – rather, I awkwardly tried to flirt and she didn’t laugh at me! She left me with a business card and a kiss on a cheek. I remember thinking it was a shame I’m not the type of girl who would enjoy being dominated by such a specimen.

. In the end, after weeks of internal debate, I decided to give her a call and schedule an appointment. That felt weird, I won’t lie. Again, in my defense, she was not only very attractive but had a worth-while personality. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

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The fact I was blindfolded seemed to amplify my other senses. I could hear my heart beat like a drum. I could feel the sweat beading on my body, as well as the ropes digging into my flesh. Oh, how wonderfully she tied me up! She had frog tied me; my ankles were bound to my thighs, and my wrists bound to my upper arms. I had never felt so naked. I could feel the cool air of her bedroom teasing every inch of my body.

Just an hour ago, I had walked into her apartment a free woman. Now I was bound, and hers to toy with. I felt a pair of clamps biting into my nipples, sending waves of agony through my breasts. I had no idea my breasts could even become so sensitive! Right away, I understood that she knew exactly how to torment me.

She towered over me. I could sense her presence. I could feel her eyes on me. What a sight I must have been, bound and naked as I was! Every moment felt like an eternity under her watchful gaze. When we first met, I was impressed with how tall she was; now I felt like an ant ready to be crushed beneath her feet.

She asked me how my cock felt. I told her the truth: It hurt, and I liked that it hurt. Earlier, she had placed what looked like a small bracelet around the shaft of my cock. The inside of it had several small metallic teeth which dug firmly into my flesh. Every time my cock throbbed, I felt the teeth digging into the sensitive flesh. It was enough to make me gasp and moan with each passing moment.

I thanked my Mistress.

Mistress had wrapped a band around the base of my scrotum. It wasn’t too tight, but it was tight enough to pull my balls away from my cock, as if to put them on display for my new Mistress. I was instructed to take a deep breath, and when I did I heard the air crack as the leather riding crop slapped right against my sack!

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