Protector32
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First Fist
Kentucky, 1995
She was a bluegrass girl, from the great state of Kentucky. Relatively new to BDSM, she had been 'collared' by a guy who referred to himself as a 'Master'. However after hearing a few stories from her about how he treated his submissive over the years it quickly became apparent that this supposed Dom was no Master. Simply another jerk on a power trip who went down to Lowes to buy himself a crop and bestowed upon himself a title that was anything but earned.
While I understand that the sadist/masochist relationship can be quite valid among consensual adults in the lifestyle, this guy was more Asshole than Master. I won't go into the particulars of how he treated this young lady. Suffice it to say that Marsha was desperately in need of someone who 'got it' to help her address and satisfy her strong needs.
Marsha was about 5 feet tall, maybe 130 pounds with full breasts and hips that had been widened a bit by natural childbirth. What she lacked in real world experience she more than made up for in sincerity, honesty and desire. Marsha wanted to totally relinquish control to somebody she could feel for and trust. She had a strong need to really let go and be taken, used and enjoyed to the max.
And she liked it rough. That element of physicality allowed her to feel that she had given total control to the Dominant and that she would simply relax, do what she was told, when she was told, how she was told and go with the flow.
In our talks leading up to our first play, I felt strongly that I could provide what was needed to the exact extent it was needed. It was important, however, that Marsha really trust me. And to that end our first play was relatively mild, even generic in nature. But I made sure that the impression was given between and along with her many many orgasms that she could really let loose with me. That she would be cared for, cherished, guided and motivated to go to where she wanted to go, safely yet intensely.
Marsha had mentioned to me that she would like to try fisting with someone who, in her words, 'understood and didn't want to just hurt me'. Noted.
For our second play I rented a cabin for the weekend in the deep woods. There was plenty of privacy and that offered the opportunity for outdoor play. It was a warm sunny summer day with temps in the low 80's with low humidity and a nice soft breeze. I wanted our play today to reflect the fact that I could satisfy her deepest needs. With that in mind, we began that afternoon with what some would consider 'vanilla' sex. The cabin had a nice front porch with one of those wide swings where one could sit and rock away the day basking in the warm sunshine.
We both walked out on the porch naked and I took a seat on the swing. The swing seat was initially almost hot to the touch. I sat down, bounced up and sat back down and had Marsha kneel before me on a small pillow and give me head. She was an excellent cock sucker and approached that task with enthusiasm. My cock was soon rock hard, the head straining to grow ever larger and it began to throb. She gently took my balls in her hands and began to pull gently while she sucked ever harder. She then began to force my cock harder and harder into her mouth so that she began to gag a bit. She loved gagging on my cock.
It was a lovely sensation. The back of Marsha's throat grasping at my cock head, her tongue licking at the large cum carrying tube on the underside of my cock. Marsha had let me know she could deep throat soon into our first play when she had suddenly slid my cock into her throat and then out. I told her to do that again and it was all she wrote. I grabbed her head hard, blasted my cum right down her throat all the while telling her to 'Take it!!! Take it!!'.
This time, however, I had decided to cum into a different hole and had her stop and turn around. I then had her take a seat in my lap facing away from me and to guide my straining cock into her dripping pussy. It was wonderful. There we were sitting on this large, wide swing on the porch, my cock firmly and deeply embedded in her warm cunt. I grasped her tits and she leaned back into my arms as I nuzzled her neck and kissed her cheeks. The sun was wonderfully warm on our naked bodies and the very soft breeze whisked away any trace of perspiration.
We sat there. Still. Enjoying ... no . .. loving the moment. All you could hear were the whispers of the pine trees as they gently swayed in the breeze and the chirping of the birds. I was gently pinching and pulling her nipples when I began to flex my cockhead in her pussy. Marsha moaned as my cock throbbed in her grasping cunt and I felt her juices begin to flow over my balls and onto my thighs. I then began to rock the swing and told Marsha to spread her legs so I could easily manipulate her clit.
This was one of those magical moments that you know while you are experiencing it you will never forget. It was almost hypnotic. Time stops, or at least becomes irrelevant. Growing up in New England I was very familiar with the works of the Transcendentalists and knew exactly the super metaphysical state of mind that could be attained contemplating the wonders of nature while deep in the woods. Thoreau, Emerson, Dickinson and Wiliam Cullen Bryant had all described it. I had attained these altered states at times while, for example, running 'par courses', nature trails in the Bavarian woods. When it was right, when it worked, you literally 'became' the wolf', feeling strong, resilient like you could run hard forever ... .in the zone.
We were there now...in the zone...two intertwined sexual animals...both deeply involved to the point of tantric detachment. Our loins, my cock and balls and her cunt essentially had minds of their own now. Throbbing, grasping, squeezing.......I then spread Marsha's cunt lips and asked her to piss for me as we rocked. It took a few seconds but then there we were....naked in the sunlight.....two creatures embedded as one.....rocking...my cock throbbing and growing ever harder within her...and she let go.
A long arc of her piss shot out towards the porch railing and she pushed her hips back hard against me moaning ...then grunted as she began to cum. I felt her cunt squeezing me ...it was like a strong little hand..and I came so hard my balls hurt as they spasmed my load into her. I shot load after load. A pipeline of hot cum that filled her sweet pussy and slowly dripped back down around my cock. Incredible! I knew that this had been one for the books.
I also knew that it was time to take Marsha and provide her with her first fisting. I walked back into the cabin to collect a few things, then came back and, grabbed Marsha by the hair and led her down the porch stairs and onto the lush lawn behind the cabin.
Marsha had strong needs. She loved it rough, sought out pain and loved the wild eroticism of unbridled humiliation training. She told me stories of how, as a young girl, she would intentionally hit a boy so he would hit her back and she could revel in the sensation and bruises. She had also let me know that she loved the flogging to be intense. She had actually asked me to use something on her that I only rarely used for those special occasions where the submissive needed something more than the standard crop or flogger. It was an old military hemp rappelling rope. Heavy and sharp, I would double it over and it would land with a dull thud.
She loved it.
I had once taken her from behind. My favorite position - doggy style. Driving hard and deep into her. Decades of weight training does convey a certain amount of strength and I would use that strength to grab her hips and impale her hard on my cock. One hand grabbing her hair and using her hair as one would the reins of a horse, the other flogging my little race horse as I rode her hard. It was then that I heard the sexiest words I ever heard from a submissive. Between her yelps and screams of pleasure/pain she looked over her shoulder at me and said to me 'Hurt me Sir!'. That was it. I came so hard it hurt.
I led her out to a small path of mature hardwoods at the edge of the cabin's lawn. I then had her assume a subservient position, kneeling, head and shoulders down to the grass, her ass raised, legs spread. I began tying parachute cord, immensely strong coated nylon line, to the trees.
Marsha looked fantastic. Naked but for an ankle bracelet, her body began to assume a slight sheen of sweat as the afternoon temps began to rise. Standing her up I fastened fur lined, heavy leather ankle and wrist restraints to her. Tying the parachute cord to her limbs, she was now spread eagled between two large oaks.
I fastened a blindfold to her, picked up a flogger and stood to admire the scene.
I thought about going inside to get a portable stereo. The last time I had flogged her it was in my home gym. I used my squat rack to secure her then flogged her to AC/DC's 'For Those About to Rock'.
In this case I decided that the silence of her apprehension, wrapped by the sounds of the forest, would be our soundtrack. I slowly walked around her, letting my senses take in the delicious sight. I was in no rush, although I suspected that the sound of the nearby babbling brook would soon have Marsha begging to piss. The sound of running water had that affect on her more than most.
Then I began, slowly at first. Softer, light strokes to serve as her warm up. Bringing the blood to the service slowly to better prepare her for the more vigorous strokes to come. The only parts of her body not to feel the flogger were her head and lower back. Everything else was fair game.
I continued to work her over, The soft leather of the flogger exploring her, caressing her, warming her. Her ass, legs, thighs, stomach, breasts, upper back and arms. Gradually I increased the tempo and force of the strokes as I watched her carefully and closely for her reactions. She was breathing heavier now, her chest beginning to flush, her toes curling slightly.
Now to her pussy. I grabbed a smaller flogger and began to flog her pussy in an upward motion. Immediately her breath caught in her throat and I saw her body tense. Marsha had received a very pleasant surprise the very first time I had flogged her pussy. She requested permission to cum and speak and told me as she came repeatedly that she never suspected a pussy flogging would have that effect on her. 'Its all in the delivery' was my reply. Had to smile.
I moved forward, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as the pussy whipping continued. She requested permission to cum. 'Denied' was my reply and I continued to flog her cunt. Her back arched as I pulled her head back harder. Her chest was now beet red and I knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. 'Sir, may I cum?' she panted. 'Yes!', and she let out an incredibly sexy scream tinged with the liquid sounds of her extremely powerful orgasm.
I let her rest a bit and checked her restraints to ensure that her circulation was not being impeded. More 'Doms' should be aware of the incredible damage in a short period of time cutting the circulation can do. She was fine and I grabbed a towel, removed her blindfold and began to work the lubricant over my hands.
I have been told I have beautiful hands. They are not exceedingly large and I love to use them to help a lady reach the heights of intense ecstasy that can be attained with a good fisting. Some woman can, some woman can't. It helps if the woman has given natural childbirth but that certainly isn't a requirement. If a woman can't be fisted I don't force the issue. The point of the exercise is not to cause permanent damage or harm. But to take a submissive to another level of sensation they might not have known existed.
And so I began. One hand beginning to work, sliding into her wonderfully sweet and wet cunt. My thumbed flicked over and worked her clit as my other fingers separated her pussy lips, probed, urged, explored. At that point I wanted to move into Marsha's cunt and live there. Put up some black light posters, lick the walls , and dive in deeper, deeper.
I had three fingers in now and poured more lube on my hand as I began to use four. Her pussy was now truly being filled. I kept a gentle but constant pressure encouraging her to relax and take my hand in. The fact that she had already had one orgasm was a help. Within a minute I was working my entire hand in....feeling the pressure as my knuckles entered her pussy portal.
The squeezing......her hips were shaking, almost twitching. Then I was in. All of my hand firmly embedded in Marsha's cunt. I reached up with my other hand, grabbed a breast hard and told her to look down. She gasped at the sight of my hand completely inside her pussy.
She was mine. Every inch of her. I had her, mind, body, heart and soul as she was completely at my mercy. The slightest little squeeze of my hand, as small as one quarter inch squeeze, and her pussy would immediately convulse, spasm and grab my hand. Her legs would cramp, her stomach muscles would contract so that her entire midsection would be rock hard. She would be cumming so hard she couldn't breath. In a matter of seconds she would be begging me to stop so she could uncramp her legs and catch her breath. It was unreal, on another plane of pleasure/pain/sensation.
And so I began. A slight squeeze and the familiar feeling of her cunt grasping my hand...squeezing it...not wanting to ever let it go. Gasping sounds...not words...sounds, came from her mouth...her legs strained against the parachute cord. I watcher her abs ripple, actually ripple as the powerful orgasmic convulsions steamrolled over her. I relaxed my hand a few seconds but remained inside her. Then again, and again, and again.
It was truly a delight...the total power exchange, one creature leading, teaching, helping, the other willfully following however involuntarily were the spasms of ecstasy.
Her pussy was gushing now, flowing juices coating my wrist and arm. With my free hand I spanked her ass, teased and probed her asshole, pinched and pulled her nipples. All side dishes to the main course of her cunt being totally used, filled, ravaged, explored and enjoyed. Marsha was almost crying now, then almost laughing, the pleasure so intense as to almost be beyond interpretation or comprehension.
The sounds emanating from her mouth were not human.....they were animal-like, passionate, liquid, speaking the language of total overwhelming pleasure. She was now completely on another plane, drifting, floating, being tossed about and held aloft by strong winds and waves of unbelievable sensation..a heightened, totally aware version of subspace. No longer in control of her bodily reactions I knew what was coming. And it did.
Marsha suddenly let loose with a flood of pee which sailed over my right shoulder. Totally out of control now.....pissing, cumming, laughing, crying, her entire being spasming out of control. An altered state, reduced to her elementals, a living, breathing orgasmic fountain.
Enough for now. I slowly removed my hand. Her pussy very reluctantly letting me go. I stood and hugged her spread-eagled body close to mine as I kissed away her tears. She smiled weakly and whispered 'You've spoiled me for any other Dom.' 'There are worse things' I replied hugging her close.
How I spent my summer vacation -
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