The Beginning

"And do you want to obey me now, Clare?"

"Yes, Sir," I cried.

"One last thing, then."

I involuntarily gave a low groan. I was balanced on a knife's edge, sure that I was going to lose the battle raging inside me, and come. Without permission.

"Why were you blushing earlier?"

"I was wet after our kiss...wanted you to...taste my...pussy. Oh, God! Please, Sir! Please let me come. I can't hold back any longer. " I was yelling now.

"Clare..." he paused.

I was going to have to stop my hands. I could feel my orgasm right there. I couldn't hold on any longer.

"Come for me, NOW!"

The command was emphatic and powerful. I let out a long wail and my back arched, as my release washed over me. My fingers were thrust as deep as I could push them, and the feeling of my pussy clenching around them only increased my pleasure.

The first, almost painful, wave of bliss mellowed into smaller tremors, and my body eased back into the seat. My breathing also started to calm, and I finally felt able to speak. I turned my head toward Gabriel and opened my eyes.

"Thank you, Si..." I stopped.

The first thing I noticed was that we were parked in Gabriel's garage. Wow! I had been so out of it that I hadn't even realized that the car had stopped. That had never happened to me. Then I saw that the driver's seat was pushed all the way back, and Gabriel was turned toward me. His expression was fierce, and his eyes glittered as they stared at me. What gave me pause, though, was seeing his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down, in a slow, measured pace. I let out a silent exclamation of air as arousal once again punched through me, and started rubbing slow circles against my clit.

"Pull your fingers out of your cunt, and show me your hand, but keep rubbing your clit."

I pulled out my hand and held it up to him. It was covered in a sheen of moisture. Gabriel grasped my wrist, bent forward and began sucking the juices from my fingers. He sucked each digit into his mouth before running his tongue up and down and around it. He finished by licking the back of my hand and palm clean. Every stroke of his tongue zinged its way to my clit, and I was more than ready to come again by the time he was finished.

"Delicious. I needed a sample to hold me over until I'm able to taste the real thing."

Even after all I'd done during the last twenty minutes I blushed again when he reminded me of why I blushed the first time.

He let go of my hand and tucked his cock back into his pants.

"Take your hand out of your panties, and I want you to push the fabric against your cunt until it's nice and soaked."

"Yes, Sir." I reached down and quickly found out that my panties were already soaked through. I was a little embarrassed at how wet they were when I was done.

"Now take them off and give them to me."

I swallowed hard, but obeyed. I felt very exposed sitting there with my skirt hiked up to my waist. Gabriel took the panties and held them up to his nose, then with a smile, rubbed them behind my ears and down each side of my neck.

"I want to be able to smell your desire while I'm fucking you."

With that parting shot, we got out of the car. Once we were inside, he pulled me to him and gave me a quick kiss.

"Are you ready to continue?" I nodded. "Good. I don't plan to push you too hard tonight since it's our first time, but I still want you to have a safe word. We talked about what word we'd use, do you remember?"

"Yes, Sir." I said the word.

"Good girl."

He led me deeper into the house and into what would normally be a den. Gabriel's den, though, had been modified into a play room. The room wasn't unfamiliar to me. We'd been here many times when discussing D/s. I was still a little nervous though, when he shut the door. This would be the first time that I'd do more than "look" while I was here.

"Why don't you go into the bathroom and take some time for yourself. When you're ready, meet me out here."

"Yes, Sir."

This bathroom had a shower and I longed to make use of it, but knew that Gabriel didn't expect me to take that much time. I glanced in the mirror and almost screamed. My makeup was a mess, and I had huge mascara circles under my eyes. So not attractive. I took the time to wash my face and brush my teeth, thankful for the basket of toiletries Gabriel had provided. Stalling wasn't going to help my nerves, so I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out into the playroom.

The lights had been dimmed. It wasn't dark, but it wasn't glaring either. There was music playing almost too softly to hear, but it was enough to keep the room from being distractingly silent. To one side of the bathroom sat an oversized couch, chair and coffee table. To the right was a small bar area.

Directly across from the seating area was a huge, four poster bed. There were eye bolts at the top and bottom of the posts, as well as on the head and foot boards. Straps and cuffs could be attached to any of the eye bolts. Each of the posts at the end of the bed also had sturdy, screw-like appendages attached to them. The appendages were adjustable and could be folded into a recessed area of the post when not in use. Gabriel had dildos that attached to the arms. I wasn't sure I totally understood how they were used, but he assured me that I'd find out sooner rather than later.

The room also had a whipping bench and there was a large armoire on the wall next to the playroom door, which held all of Gabriel's "toys". It was filled with whips, paddles, dildos, cuffs, straps and a motley assortment of other types of sex toys. I remembered being quite overwhelmed when I saw it for the first time. There was a large fireplace lit, on the wall between the seating area and the bed, giving what could have come across as a cold and sterile room, a warm, cozy feeling.

I pulled the door closed behind me and looked into the room. Gabriel was sitting in a chair close to the fireplace. He was sprawled in the chair in that easy way men have; legs spread, his cock, even fully covered, front and center, commanding attention. He was still completely dressed, but had rolled up his sleeves.

"Come here, and stand in front of me, Clare." I took the few steps needed to do so.

"Take off your shirt and bra. "

I hesitated a moment before obeying, still feeling nerves deep in my stomach.

"We don't have to do this. You can stop it with one word."

"No. I want to do this. I'm excited to do this. I'm just a little nervous, but I'll get past that, and I will obey."

"Good girl." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes, Sir," I said, and took off my shirt and bra. It was difficult to stand there with my arms at my sides. I wanted nothing more than to cross them over my breasts. I felt my nipples harden. I wanted to blame the cooler air, but I suspected that it had more to do with having his eyes on me.

"Now your skirt and heels."

I tried not to hesitate before removing those last barriers. Gabriel stood up from the chair once I stood nude before him. He walked slowly around me. I felt a hand skim across my ass cheeks as he walked behind me. Once he completed the circle, he reached up and palmed my breasts, as if he were testing their weight. Then, he began pinching and pulling on my nipples, slowly increasing the pressure. A small moan escaped my lips as one of his hands slid down my stomach. Within seconds, a finger was pushing past my clit to the opening of my vagina.

"You're very wet."

"Yes, Sir."

The finger pushed up into the opening and I moaned louder.

"Your body knows what you need, doesn't it Clare?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Spread your legs."

The finger began pulsing in and out of my pussy, his palm nudging my clit with every stroke, making me even wetter. He pulled away and turned back to the chair.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back." I did as he asked and felt a silky cord being wrapped around my wrists, binding them together.

"Okay. You can turn back around now." He reached out and fingered a nipple. "These are so pretty thrust out toward me." He smiled. "I can see nipple rings of some sort in your future."

His hands moved to his pants, the belt, the button, and then the zipper.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock."

"Yes, Sir."

I maneuvered myself to the floor in front of him, and reached for his cock, only to be brought up short and almost fall when I couldn't move my arms. I glanced up when I heard a soft chuckle, but Gabriel's facial expression didn't betray his mirth.

I gathered myself together, leaned forward, and slowly began to run my tongue up and down the length of his cock, taking time to circle the sensitive tip, before sliding it back down to lap at his bare balls. I made sure that the entire length was nice and wet so my mouth would slip over it easily. I continued licking until his cock was glistening, and then I gently took the tip between my lips and sucked, letting the end of my tongue flutter and taste the salty wetness at the opening. I wanted to continue teasing him with the light suction, but was quickly reminded to get back to business when I felt a hand at the back of my head.

I opened my lips and slid my mouth down his cock, trying to relax my tongue so he'd go deeper. I felt my gag reflex, and immediately backed up and then slid back down, but not quite as far.

"You can take me deeper than that." Gabriel's hand applied a slight pressure to my head on the next plunge down his shaft. I felt his cock touch the back of my tongue, and then the back of my throat. I started to gag.

"Relax." He pulled back slightly, and then pushed forward once more. "You can take me and it'll please me a great deal when you do. Try to let go of the tension in your throat." He pushed deeper and I realized how aroused I was getting. My mouth was stretched wide from his cock, and my throat felt full as well. I liked how the pressure of his hands felt against my head. I wanted to suck and lick and succumb to the authority of his hands, his voice, and yes, even his cock. I wanted, no I needed, to obey him. I pushed forward as he pushed deeper, and felt his cock slide slightly farther into my mouth. I was breathing roughly out of my nose, totally absorbed in swallowing him deeper into my throat.

"That's enough for now." He pulled away and tucked himself back into his pants, and then helped me stand. "I'll be right back."

He went to the armoire and rummaged inside, then came up behind me. I heard the clank of something being set on the floor, and then felt him untie the cord that bound my wrists. He eased my arms to my side, rubbing my shoulders for a minute. Then he picked up the stuff from the floor.

"I'm going to put cuffs on your wrists and ankles. That way, I'll be able to easily arrange and bind you."

Once all the cuffs were buckled into place, he secured my ankles, and then my wrists to straps that were tethered to the two posts at the end of the bed. I was essentially standing in a spread eagle position.

He came up and pressed against me once I was secured to his satisfaction. His arms went around me and he pulled me back tight against the front of his body. One arm went up across my breast, and his fingers played with a nipple. His other arm brushed across my waist, and then slid down between my legs. His hard cock nudged itself against my ass. The feeling of his clothed body surrounding me and rubbing against my sensitive, nude body only increased my feelings of submissiveness.

His lips and tongue brushed my ear. "Damn, your cunt is soaking wet." His fingers started working my clit and my body tightened, but I was trapped by his body and the restraints, and couldn't move. "It pleases me that you're so excited." His fingers were pinching and rubbing, matching the rhythm of the fingers playing with my nipples. My body was becoming tighter and tighter. I was moaning aloud now, unable to control my response to the pleasure he was giving me.

"Please, Sir. I'm going to come."

"No, you're not. I haven't given you permission to come." His fingers continued their assault.

I gasped as my orgasm inched closer. "Please, you have to stop, or I'm going to come!"

The tone in his voice became stronger. "Perhaps you didn't hear me. You don't have permission to come, Clare."

It was that dominating tone that did it. I heard the sexiest sound on earth, and tumbled over the edge. My body began to spasm, and I went up onto my toes, arching back against Gabriel, as I cried out my pleasure. He never stopped rubbing my clit, and my pelvis began pumping hard against his hand.

"Does that feel good?"

"Oh, God, yes, Sir!" I had to pant out my answer as the waves tore through me.

"Then come again right now," he said, and thrust two fingers deep into my pussy and began pumping them fast and hard.

I came again in seconds. Screaming as my body froze in place. Gabriel's thrusting fingers the only movement.

Just as quickly, my body sagged. Gabriel pulled his hand away from my pussy and up my stomach, leaving a trail of wetness. I was working on getting my breathing under control, when he stepped back and stood to the side of the bed.

"Look at me, Clare." His tone was hard. I turned my head. "You disobeyed me and came without permission, so you'll have to be punished."

His hands went to his waist where he unhooked his belt and slowly pulled it through the loops of his pants. The slithery sound it made gave me goose bumps.

"I'm going to give you five swats from the belt. They won't be light slaps meant to arouse you, but they also won't bruise you either. They will be hard enough that you'll know it's a punishment, though. Do you understand, Clare?"

I swallowed hard, immediately sorry that I lost my control and displeased him. I really didn't know what to expect, but I answered the only way I could. "Yes, Sir."

He nodded. "Good. I want you to hold this belt in your mouth while I move you into position. Don't drop it, and I'd better not see any teeth marks in the leather." He slipped the belt between my lips and moved to release my wrists.

I barely noticed that he placed a pillow roll in front of me before bending me forward over it. My full concentration was on taking care of the leather in my mouth. I wanted to earn back his praise, not cause more displeasure. My arms were stretched forward above my head and secured to straps that were attached to the front two bed posts.

Gabriel took the belt back and inspected it as he walked to the bottom of the bed. I tensed as I waited to find out if more punishment was headed my way. I relaxed when I heard his quiet "Good girl", and then yelled out in surprise and discomfort when I felt the first lash of the strap across my ass.

"Count them, Clare."

"Yes, Sir. One."

The sting was just starting to dissipate when the next lash came.

"Ow!" I cried. "Two." I wanted to rub my ass so badly, but I could barely move. The best I could do was push up on my toes and wiggle my hips a bit.

The third slap came faster, and I groaned out the number three as fire began to spread across my cheeks. I moved my ass side to side, trying to cool the heat.

Another lash came down, and the fire burned hotter. I felt tears spring to my eyes. "Four," I croaked on a gasping breath.

I braced myself for the last lash. What was taking so long? Why didn't he just do it? I said as much out loud.

"What's that? You want an extra lash?"

"No! That's not what I said!"

"Oh, you want seven now? Is that what you're telling me?" The belt licked heatedly across my ass. I whimpered and barely remembered to give the count.

"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Five."

I really hoped that Gabriel had been kidding about a sixth one, but he'd always been truthful with me, so I knew to expect one more.

SMACK! I was expecting it, but it was still a surprise nonetheless. I cried out as the heat on my ass burned hotter. "Six," I whispered as a tear spilled down my cheek.

Gabriel ran a hand over my red-hot flesh. "The color blossoms beautifully on your bottom. I think I'm going to want to see it pink whenever we have a session"

"Yes, Sir."

He walked over and sat on the bed next to me. "Are you okay to continue?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

Gabriel stood, stepped back from the bed and began to undress. I couldn't help but stare as his body was revealed to me. My eyes lingered on his thick cock, and I found myself wanting to feel it filling my mouth, my pussy, and even my ass. He wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke himself as I watched.

"You're getting aroused again, aren't you? Do you want my cock, Clare?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Where do you want it?"

"Wherever you want to put it, Sir."

"Good girl. Do you want me to fuck your cunt?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me, Sir."

"Tell me specifically where you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck my pussy, Sir."

"Where, Clare?"

I knew what he wanted me to say. We had discussed the word. He liked to use it when he played, and knew that I had trouble saying it. I had a strong feeling that I would be using that word quite often.

I took a deep breath, and said it quickly. "My cunt, Sir."

"A complete sentence, Clare."

"Yes, Sir. I want you to fuck my cunt, Sir." I could feel my face heating.

"Good girl." He walked behind me and once more ran a hand over my ass cheeks, then smacked them.

"Ow! I don't think I like that," I yelled.

Two fingers plunged into my pussy - my wet pussy - as his hand once again landed on my ass.

"Your cunt tells me otherwise." He continued fucking with his fingers and slapping my ass. "You like that little bite of pain, don't you Clare? It increases your pleasure."

"Yes, Sir."

I couldn't help but moan in disappointment as he stopped his plundering. Just as quickly, though, I was impaled on his cock. I cried out as he thrust slow and deep, my inner walls gripping the flesh that was stretching me. His hand smacked my bottom as his tempo increased, and grunting soon replaced my moans when I tried to unsuccessfully to push back into his thrusts. I cursed the restraints and cried out in frustration.

"Please, Sir!"

"You want to come again, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir. Please!"

"I'm not sure I should allow you to come again after you disobeyed me."

"Please, Sir," I begged. "I promise to always obey you."

My body became tighter with each hard thrust, the tingle of pleasure-pain becoming more and more overwhelming. I lost the ability for coherent speech and could only pant out, "please, please, please."

"Come for me, Clare. I want to feel your cunt squeeze my cock when I come."

Without warning, Gabriel slid his thumb across the tight hole of my anus, and then pushed it slightly inside. I screamed out as my orgasm crashed through me. Gabriel continued to plunge hard and deep, and with one final thrust, groaned loudly as he came in hot pulses inside me. With one last grunt, he collapsed forward, bracing himself with his arms on either side of me. Our heavy breathing almost synchronized.

After a few minutes, he lifted himself up and carefully slid his cock out of me. He made quick work of getting me out of the restraints, gently lifted me up into a more comfortable position on the bed, and then joined me. He pulled me up against his body and began to gently rub my wrists.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?"

"I'm alright. A little stiff from being restrained and my bottom is sore, but otherwise, I'm okay."

"Good. I'm proud of the way you handled your punishment, by the way. I'm glad that you didn't use the safe word."

"I didn't even think about using it," I admitted. "I liked that you pushed me, even if I didn't think so at the time."

Gabriel chuckled and pulled the comforter over our cooling bodies. "So, does that mean you're going to start saying cunt instead of pussy?"