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Subject: {ASSM} Not So Virgin Seductress - Chapter Two (M,f 1st, blackmail, semi-cons, FemDom, toys, bd)
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Chapter Two
This story is PURE FICTION and only has a basis of factual
content where the description of the teenage girl involved comes
in. This is PURE FANTASY and has not happened nor is planned to
happen. But in the realm of fantasy, ones imagination can be let
loose and that's what has happened here.
(C) tpa_fl_erotic_writer@yahoo.com
It's all mine ... so don't steal it!! :o)
I began to plead with her, "Please Chelsea. Let me out of these
and we'll forget that this happened. Don't you understand that
if we continue down this course there's going to be serious ..."
That's when her hand slapped me upside the mouth.
"I DID NOT TELL THE BITCH TO SPEAK!" She immediately threw me
onto the bed on my stomach and picked up the paddle and began to
smack my ass repeatedly over and over as she repeated these words
with each swat, "The ... bitch ... will ... not ... speak ...
without ... permission." Each word brought forth a swat and each
swat brought forth the harsh reality that I was losing my grip of
control here. All I could do was try and hold back the tears
from the pain she was inflicting upon me.
When she stopped she turned my face sideways and crawled onto the
bed to look into my eyes. Her face was stern and unforgiving.
But the thing that caught my eye the most was her breasts.
During the course of the time since I'd gone to take my shower
and now she had removed her bra and let her "girls" hang loose
... and now all I could see was an incredible amount of tightly
packed cleavage with these huge protruding nipples through her
black t-shirt. Chelsea had gotten highly aroused from what she'd
just done.
"You don't get it, do you? I've been taught to be a good Domme
and I've chosen YOU to be the one I'm going to enslave, Kyle!
There's no stopping this. You're mine, period. You will be
doing everything I say or your humiliation will be so severe that
you'll be kicked out of here and wishing for the rest of your
life you'd just allowed yourself to be used by me." She then
grabbed my hair and pulled me close to her face. "Is that clear,
bitch?"
I hesitated for a moment, but then the words just rolled off my
tongue as if I'd said them a thousand times before. "Yes
Mistress." Chelsea just sat back on her calves and looked down
upon me. The way she was sitting was now allowing me to see up
deeper into her skirt and also to smell her sweet scent. I could
see just a hint of black silk panties underneath both her pink
and black fishnets. The strong smell told me that not only did
she become aroused but probably also had some bit of an orgasm
after having conquered me.
"Oh you are doing so well, "she said as she leaned forward a bit
and scooted herself closer. She was now stroking her fingers
through my hair and had my face now pressed up against her knees
and looking directly into her skirt. I'd never been this close
to virgin pussy before, at least not since I was a teenager. But
I could remember it as if it happened a few days ago. There's
always something different about the scent of a virgin. And here
I was getting a full view and sniff of every last bit of her.
"Yes that's it," Chelsea said as she stroked my hair. "Get in
there good and smell what you will be pleasing. You will be my
first fuck and you will also be my first conquest. I will make
you into a perfect little slavey-poo for me and will also give
you what you so desire. So first let's start by having you learn
your place as my slave. I'm going to remove these nasty cuffs
and I want you to obey my every command ... or the punishment
will be so severe! Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied with my head just peeking into the
opening to her youthful flower. She crawled over to me a bit
more and sat down on my shoulders with her skirt now over top of
my head and her legs to either side of my head as she undid my
restraints.
"Now remember your promise, slave. The camera's still running
and all of this can easily be sent to anyone I want."
"Yes my Mistress, I promise to obey."
Chelsea then climbed off of me and let me have a bit of breathing
space for a few moments and allowed me to stretch after being
cramped up with the cuffs and her all over me. "Now it's time to
show your new Mistress the proper respect she deserves. Take off
my boots and worship my feet, slave!"
I moved back to the edge of the bed and began to remove her boots
from her feet and legs and set them down carefully off to the
side of the bed, then moved in a bit closer and began to kiss at
the tops of her feet and work my tongue around her
fishnet-encased toes. I could tell Chelsea was eating this up as
she wiggled and squirmed her hips around on the bed in an almost
grinding action.
"Oh yes my big strong older slave, you are going to totally be
mine when I am done with you! Oh fuck yes, kiss and lick my feet
... suck on my toes ... smell them and know that you can do
nothing to stop me from using you and humiliating you!"
I continued to do as she told me and worship her feet. The smell
was not a pleasant one, as who's feet would be after being
trapped for almost 8 hours in big combat-like boots. But I kept
doing as I was told despite the smell. But Chelsea knew it had
to be bad from the way I was not really getting into my chore.
That's when she shoved her feet into my face and made me smell
and taste every bit of them.
"Did I not say to WORSHIP them, slime? That means get your nose
in there and smell every last bit ... clean every last inch with
your tongue ... and please me or I will beat you senseless and
rape your hot little tight ass, bitch!"
The smell was almost too much for me to take, but I did as I was
instructed, all the time knowing that over in the corner was a
camera taking video footage of Chelsea humiliating me and me
standing there in nothing but my birthday suit and a look upon my
face of pure horror as this teenage dominatrix was slowly
stealing away my soul and blackmailing my very life.
"Oh yes that's much better! I guess threats do work. Especially
the threat of me raping you, huh slave?" she inquired.
"Please Mistress, I beg of you to stop this now before it goes
any further. I will serve you, but ... but ..." I began to
sputter; unable to get out the words in my head.
"Well, finish before I flog you!" Chelsea demanded.
"Mistress Chelsea, if I am to be your first, then given your age
and everything, well, I am unsure of ..." That's when she
interrupted me.
"Ah so you fear the law in this state, eh? Good. You should
fear it. After all, I am not 18 and that's the law in this
state. You moved to the wrong place, Kyle. Had you and I met in
most any other state we'd be fine. But here it's more harsh. So
if anyone learns that you're `doing' me then you're in deep
trouble and, well I can just claim rape. So you'd best obey me
and follow my every direction!"
A cold fear ran down my back as I heard the words `eighteen' go
out of her mouth and into my head. In my former state I'd be
alright for what was planned. But here it was looking me right
in the eye. A minor was about to force me into sexual contact
with her and no court in the land would see it from the point
that I was being forced into this no matter what the video
showed.
"Yes, I love the fact you're scared. Fear makes for a good
weapon. Fear me, Kyle. Fear the power I have over you! Fear
what I will do if you don't perform for me. Now, my very scared
slave ... I want you to slowly remove my fishnets. First the
black ones. Then after they are gone you will kiss and lick
every last inch of my legs through the pink fishnets. After that
... you will surrender to me!" she said with a stern look in her
eyes.
"Yes Mistress," I meekly answered back. That's when I began to
feel my body betraying me. As I reached for her legs I could
feel my cock spring back to a rigid hardness that I'd not had
since I was in the shower. Oh gawd, the thought of touching her
legs was sending me over the edge and making me actually horny! I
tried to move to hide the fact that my manhood was now growing,
but Chelsea caught full view of it.
"How lovely. Your cock will be a nice one when I get it hard,
slave! Touch me ... touch my pantyhose-covered legs and grow for
me!" she demanded.
I slowly slid my hands up her skirt to about her mid-thigh area.
"Show it to me! I want to see it rise and throb under the power"
she barked. I had to move a bit and adjust my stance now so that
she could see my cock growing as I moved up her skirt and across
her legs.
"Oh yes, touch my higher Kyle. Higher! Go for the waist ...
caress me and worship me and make my slave-cock throb!" It did
with every single inch I moved up her thin soft legs. The
delicate feel of fishnet under my fingers was almost orgasmic and
I could feel my manhood lurching and pulsing with each movement I
made up and down her legs. Chelsea just leaned back and hissed
at each touch.
"Oh yesssss ... you are miiiinnnnne slave!" Finally I reached
the waistband and began to slowly tug her black fishnets off.
She reached up and grabbed a hand full of hair on either side of
my head and pulled my face into her chest and smothered me with
her teen-breasts.
"Oooohhhhh fuck yeeesssssss," she continued to hiss as I moved
them off her hips and down past her upper thigh. Each movement
from my hands brought my hardness even more erect and brought me
deeper and deeper under her control. My weakness had always been
legs, especially legs encased in pantyhose or nylons. And here I
was doing what I enjoyed the most, touching a woman's legs and
especially so close to her heavenly areas.
"Take them off slave. Take them off and hand them to me."
I slowly removed them from her legs and off of her feet. That's
when I finally got a full view of what was in store for me.
Chelsea had not been wearing pink fishnet pantyhose, but rather
pink fishnet stay-up stockings underneath of her black fishnets
and they were resting right up against her groin area and I'd not
even noticed. I also was now in full view of her black satin
panties and the huge wet spot that she'd left in them from all of
this intense foreplay we'd been engaging in. I handed them to
her and she took them, placing her hands up inside of them almost
like gloves.
She then reached out and pulled me up onto the bed on my knees
with my cock sticking straight out from my body now like a
protruding weapon. "Oh my gawd it is so big, slave! All of this
for little me? You will make sure that it doesn't hurt when you
fuck me, right?" she asked as she began to toy and tease my cock
with her fishnet-covered hands. All I could do was moan and hiss
back.
"Yes Misssstresss."
"Oh my, slavey-poo likes having his dick caressed, huh?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Beg for it."
"Please play with my cock, Mistress."
"Again."
"Please Mistress. Please play with my cock."
"I don't think you're getting it, slave. Again!"
This time I thought about what she'd said and decided to try
something a bit different. "Please Mistress, I beg of you to
tease and play with that which you own."
"Oh I like that!" Chelsea squealed as she reached out and began
to stroke it more. "Oh I do so like the power and control I have
over you, slave. Having your `manhood' in the palms of my hands
gives me SUCH a rush!" Her touch became a bit harder, stroking
it more and faster and watching my facial expressions as I grew
even harder and began to feel my sperm building.
"You are becoming quite aroused, slave. Well don't you dare
plant that seed anyplace but where I tell you ... or else!" she
said with a wicked glare. I tried to pull back a bit from her
and gain some sort of control, but as I moved she pulled harder
at me.
"No, bitch. I want to play with my hard new dildo here. You'll
just have to be sure it doesn't spurt!" The pressure was so
intense and I was feeling very vulnerable to an early eruption,
but I tried with all my might to contain it and hold it back.
That's when I began to beg.
"Please Mistress. I do not want to cum yet. Please, I beg of
you to stop!"
"Oh now you wish me to stop playing with what belongs to me? You
have some nerve, slave!" Chelsea then smacked me a few times
across the face and began to slap at my cock. "Bad worm! Die
worm!" It was almost as if she'd turned on me and was now trying
to severely torture it. I could feel my blood flow leaving and
my cock going soft. That's when she leaned up and kissed my
cheek.
"Good boy. Now I'm going to help you!" she said. "I found this
little cock ring of yours. Put it on. Show Mistress how you
look in it." Chelsea had found my double helix cock ring and was
not ordering me to wear it. "I've heard these things work well
in situations where you don't want a man to cum too fast, so
let's proceed. Put it on, model it for me and then ... prepare
to give me what I want!"
I did as she asked, first snapping the larger ring around my
balls to seal off the blood and sperm flow so that it could
hopefully delay any premature ejaculation. Next came the second
ring around the base of my cock to keep blood in there and keep
my cock hard. What she didn't know was that having me wear this
it actually increased my overall length a bit and also increased
the width of my hardness. In other words, I would appear to be
even larger to her.
"Now give me that nasty toy of yours and let me stroke it again,"
Chelsea said as she pulled me close again and took my semi-hard
cock in hand. Her touch was much more rough this time than
before, almost as if she was trying to punish it for nearly
spurting earlier. But whatever the reason, it felt so good
having her hands wrapped around it and stroking it feverishly.
She then leaned down and took the head into her mouth. I leaned
far back and almost felt as if I'd loose my load right then as I
felt her sensual lips caress over the head.
Chelsea released it from her mouth, smiled and then sucked on me
again for a few seconds. It was like watching a kid
experimenting with a new science project. She'd suck for a bit,
the release it and watch my expressions. Then she'd go back down
on me and do it again. Finally she stopped for a moment and
asked, "So tell me am I doing this right?"
"Oh yes Mistress, it feels good when you suck on the cock."
"Then if I were to be giving you a complete head job, you'd
probably cum for me?"
"If you were to keep up those same actions continuously, yes.
You have quite a talent beginning there, Mistress." Chelsea just
smiled and then noticed how ever since she'd stopped sucking on
the head it'd grown even thicker than before.
"Oh my gawd did I do that?"
"Yes Mistress. Between your sensual play and the cock rings, you
have given that cock more thickness and made it even larger.
Does it please you?"
"Fuck yes! Oh gawd I want it in me ... NOW!"
"May I make a request before I follow your orders, Mistress?"
"Ask and we'll see, my slave."
This was now becoming the point that I'd dreaded, but was also so
aroused about. After all, here I was getting to play with a
virgin. Yet in the back of my mind I knew that the legalities
were a tricky issue. But I had no choice. If I didn't do things
to her, I'd lose my home and my life as I knew it. I was damned
in so many ways and Chelsea knew it. She'd manipulated things
masterfully.
"You said earlier that I was to make this first time pleasing for
you. Well to do this I would need more `control' of things.
After all, to just stuff this into you would not be pleasing. So
may I attempt to do this in whatever fashion I see fit?"
Chelsea sat back and thought for a moment. "You are under orders
to please me. You are also under orders to fuck me. And your
orders are to make sure I am not hurt. So do what you must to
complete these tasks. But I want that cock in me soon or I'll
give you such a beating and raping you'll not think twice about
disobeying me!"
"As you wish, Mistress." I was now back in some sort of control,
for now. But I was still completely at her command. My only
control now was that I could slow things down under the guise of
trying to make her first encounter with a man more pleasing while
I tried to find a way out of this. So I began by carefully
sliding her legs together and reaching up under her skirt to take
off her panties. That's when I got a slap across the head.
"Did I tell you to remove those? They stay on. You work around
the material and remember ... your life is in MY hands, bitch!"
I paused for a moment and then decided the best course of action
then was to just slide up her skirt and do as she asked.
Obviously my facial expressions had given me away and my desire
to find an escape route was written all over my face. That's
when I knew that I was done for and would have to do as she had
commanded, or risk things I could not even dream of.
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