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Mistress Marie (Fm, MMf, bdsm, reluc)

Mistress Marie, an experienced domme, secretly wishes for her submissive fantasies to be fulfilled.

    Due to the plausibility of this story, I feel compelled to point out
    that it contains behavior that is HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE even in setting
    where BDSM behavior is encouraged.  Proper negotiation and safewords
    are essential for safely acting out fantasies.  Fantasies are
    fantasies, after all, because they omit the inconvenient or dangerous
    realities that exist in real situations.

    ---

    Marie had been active in the BDSM scene for about two years now.  As a
    young child, even before she had any idea what sex was, she had been
    having fantasies about being used, controlled, or tied up.  But they
    were always private; it wasn't until she was much older that she found
    out that others shared her interests.

    She had come to northern Virginia to work in the technology industry,
    like so many others.  As an attractive well-endowed woman, she stood
    out in the male dominated field, and had no qualms about using that to
    her advantage.  She smiled and was nice to her coworkers, but knew
    that her looks and brains intimidated them.

    She slowly started exploring the local BSDM scene.  She had always
    been self confident, and it helped override her fears.  She went
    because she wanted to experience her fantasies, but what she found was
    not what she expected.  She would let men play with her, but they were
    always cautious and respectful, afraid they would lose their
    opportunity to play with such a beautiful woman when she chose to move
    on to someone else.  And in the end, she always did.  They bored her.

    She continued going to events, though, even if she hadn't found her
    real fantasy; she had enjoyed lying naked with her arms bound behind
    her while several men ran their hands over every inch of her body.
    She grew to like the control she had, making those who tried to
    dominate her do whatever she wanted just to please her.  Soon, she was
    spending more time as a dominant than a submissive.  She invested in
    tight black tops to squeeze her tits together and show her cleavage.
    During the day, she hated men who stared at her chest; at night, she
    used it to control them.

    She was preparing to do just that right now, as she got ready to head
    over to Mark's place.  She had known him for several months, and he had
    become one of her favorite victims.  She opened her toy drawer, and
    carefully selected a few items to bring along.  A nice, large dildo
    had to come along.  She enjoyed showing men what it felt like to be
    penetrated, and since Mark existed to serve her, his ass got fucked
    almost every time she came over.  She looked around for one more
    special item to make the evening interesting.  She decided on the
    cattle prod.  Mark hated the cattle prod.

    She quickly changed into her signature black top.  As she pulled off
    her jeans, she considered whether she was in the mood to force Mark to
    eat her pussy.  She had never slept with Mark, but sometimes if he was
    good he let him jack off while staring at her pussy after he ate her.
    Last time she had been cruel and told him if he didn't finish fast
    enough, she would get bored and put her pants back on.  She loved the
    look on his face when she left him stranded halfway there.

    In the end, she decided he wouldn't be seeing anything tonight, so she
    left her plain white panties on and pulled a pair of tight leather
    shorts over them.  She was ready for some fun.

    When she arrived, Mark met her at the door and let her in.  She was
    surprised to find someone else sitting in the living room.  Mark
    introduced him to Marie as Heph, a friend of his.  He explained that
    Heph was interested in BDSM and asked if it would it be ok for him to
    stay and watch.  Heph sat on a living room chair and smiled politely
    at her.  The request surprised her a bit, but since she had played with
    Mark in public before, it didn't bother her too much.  He wasn't
    leering at her, and seemed to be behaving himself, so she didn't
    expect any trouble.

    As she retrieved her favorite flogger from her bag, she had Mark strip
    down to his thong and bend over the couch.  She proceeded to relax
    herself by listing to Mark count out the strokes as she repeatedly
    brought the flogger down across his exposed behind.

    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Heph frowning.  Confused, she
    turned to look at him.  He smiled.  "You're wasting a lot of energy
    with your swing."  Now she frowned.  "No, seriously," he said.  "Would
    you like me to show you?"

    He stood up and moved behind her, putting one hand on her waist and
    holding her wrist with the other.  "Move it in a circle, like this.
    Otherwise you use energy to lift it, and then even more to stop it and
    get it moving back down again."

    Before she know how to react, he returned to his seat.  His way was
    easier, but she didn't like to admit it.  "What if I prefer my way?"

    He smiled again.  "I know criticism can be difficult to accept, even
    if it is constructive.  If it doesn't work for you, you're free to do
    it however you like.  I was just trying to help."

    She almost blushed.  Being stubborn now would just make her seem
    prideful.  She accepted the minor slight and continued her flogging
    with ruthless efficiency, taking her newfound frustration out on Mark.
    She couldn't help thinking that she was using Heph's technique,
    though, and this interfered with her enjoyment of the activity, so she
    decided to try something else.

    She made Mark put his wrists behind his back, fetched a rope from her
    bag, and started slowly winding it around and around his wrists.  Rope
    bondage wasn't one of her favorite activities; to her it was just a
    means to an end.  It looked lovely when other people did it, but it
    was difficult to do well and she just couldn't find the motivation to
    go through all that effort herself.  Her mood was not improved when
    she noticed Heph was frowning again.

    "I'm sorry," he said when she looked over, "please continue."  "What?"
    she asked.  "It's nothing, it's just there is an easier way to do that
    too.  But you're almost done."  Unfortunately, her curiosity was
    already piqued, and part of her was genuinely interested in anything
    that made bondage easier.  "Will it take long to show me?"

    "Not at all."  He knelt down next to her and untied Mark's wrists.
    "Do you mind if I do it to you?  I'm sort of embarrassed about tying up
    another guy."  She could almost see him blushing.  She nodded.  He
    looked relieved.  "Thanks.  I promise I'll untie you as soon as I'm
    done."

    He quickly folded the rope in half, and quickly wound it around her
    wrists.  With twice the rope going around each time, after only four
    turns he had a nice thick band of rope around her wrists.  "And now, I
    can tie these loose ends through this loop here, and I'm done!  Wasn't
    that easy?"

    She had to agree it was.  She felt his fingers brushing across the
    back of one of her hands.  She noticed he was still holding them in
    his other hand.  He looked at her.  "You don't really enjoy tying
    people up, do you?"

    She admitted she didn't.  In fact, she wasn't feeling particularly
    dominant at all right now.  He rubbed his hand up and down her back.

    "Would you like me to show you one or two more little tricks?"

    She was interested, but she was starting to feel a little
    uncomfortable.  "Why don't you untie my wrists first."

    Mark chuckled.  "Come on, it's not like you've never been a sub
    before.  A few more minutes won't hurt."

    Heph just smiled.  "I would, but I'm going to show you how I can use
    the position of your body to influence your mood.  It will be easier
    with your wrists tied."

    It was an intriguing concept, and one she hadn't explored before.  Her
    curiosity got the better of her, and she silently gave in.  Heph
    gently laid her down on her back.  Kneeling between her legs, he put a
    hand under each knee and slowly pushed them upward until her ass
    lifted slightly off the ground.  Then he leaned forward, balancing
    himself over her looking straight down at her, then smiled again.
    Putting her knees up over his shoulders, he let the weight of his
    hips settle lightly onto her tight shorts.  His hands free, he took
    her wrists in one hand and moved them up over her head.

    She shifted her legs slightly, but every movement caused his hips to
    rub against her bare inner thighs and his crotch to brush against her
    mound; she felt as if she were already naked and he was inside of her,
    despite the fact she was still fully clothed.

    As she looked up at him, she became aware of her exposed chest, her
    large tits doing there best to escape her tight top.  Heph was staring
    into her eyes, but she could feel Mark's gaze burning a hole in her
    chest.  She reflexively tried to bring her arms down across her chest,
    but Heph was stronger than she was, and she knew her arms weren't
    going anywhere with his weight resting on them.

    Heph smiled.  "Not feeling so assertive and dominant now, are we?"  In
    fact, the last remnants of her dominant facade had already crumbled;
    she was struggling to retain control of herself as she looked up at
    him, between her spread legs, on top of her.

    He leaned down to whisper into her ear.  "What do you usually do when
    you're in this position?"

    He knew damn well what the answer was.  She felt as if this were one
    of those times when she was younger and had had three or four beers
    and suddenly found herself underneath some gorgeous hunk, naked on his
    couch, waiting for him to enter her.  As she looked up at Heph, her
    brain screamed to him, "I can't believe you're fucking me!"  She was
    having a hard time convincing herself that he wasn't, that she hadn't
    even let him take anything off yet, that he hadn't really even touched
    her yet.  She desperately wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but she
    knew if she did, he definitely would be able to fuck her, right there
    on the floor in front of Mark, and worst of all, she would let him.

    "Would you like to try another position?" Heph asked.  He sat backward
    and then stood up, and helped her to her feet.  "I'm going to have to
    take your top off for this one.  You won't need to take off your
    shorts if you don't want to."  His hands were already at the bottom of
    her top, pulling it upward as if it were the most natural thing in the
    world.  Before she could think of how to respond, it was already above
    her tits and he was pulling it over her head and down her arms.  She
    could feel the heat on her chest, she knew the red flush that was
    spreading across her pale skin would betray exactly how much he was
    turning her on.

    He attached another rope to her wrists, and ran it up over one of the
    hooks she had had Mark fasten into one of the ceiling joists.  Heph
    pulled her wrists upwards, encouraging her up onto her toes, and then
    fastening the rope just high enough so that her heels couldn't reach
    the ground.

    "The last position was one you enjoyed, so I thought it only fair to
    put you in a position Mark would enjoy.  While you're busy keeping
    your balance, I'm sure those nice large tits of yours will bounce
    around quite nicely."  Mark took a seat on the couch in front of her,
    pulled down his thong, and started rubbing himself as he watched her.
    Heph moved around behind her, whispering into her ear again.  "I'd
    join him, but I'm a small tit man myself."  She blushed.  Couldn't he
    leave her any dignity?

    He knelt behind her.  "You know, keeping your balance is easier with
    your legs shoulder width apart like this.  If I push your feet
    together like this ... and then tie your ankles like this ... it will be
    much harder."  Her hips swayed back and forth as more and more of her
    weight hung from her wrists above her.

    Standing again, he put his hands on her hips.  "Mark tells me he
    usually gets to see your pussy while he jacks off."  His hands undid
    her shorts, and started pulling them down to her thighs.  She bucked
    wildly now; this wasn't exactly how she had planned the evening to go.
    Soon, her plain white panties were visible.  "It doesn't look like she
    was planning to show you her pussy tonight, Mark.  Would you like to
    see it anyway?"  Mark just grinned.

    Very slowly, he worked her shorts and underwear down her legs until
    the hung around her ankles.  Mark was truly inspired now.  She could
    see him working furiously as his eyes ran up and down her body, from
    her exposed tits to her flat stomach, her neatly trimmed pussy and her
    long slender legs.  Soon, he came hard, squirting cum all over his
    stomach and chest.

    "Looks like you made a mess," said Heph, giving her a slap on her bare
    ass.  "I guess you're going to have to clean it up."

    Unfortunately, she suspected what she was going to have to clean it up
    with.  "You can't be serious."

    "If you want to go home right now you can.  Otherwise you're going to
    have to do things my way."

    When you're hanging naked by your wrists, you don't feel like you have
    a very strong negotiating position.  She hung her head and tried to
    think of something to say.

    He looked at her.  "I want to hear you say you'll do it."  She hung
    there silently.  He absent-mindedly ran his hand up and down her
    stomach, in the end choosing to run a finger back and forth across the
    top of her mound.  "Say it or you're going home."

    She squirmed from the new sensation.  He made her feel helpless, and
    that brought back all the feelings she had felt when she was beneath
    him.  "I'll do it."

    "You'll do what?"  She sighed and gave in.  She knew what he wanted to
    hear.  "I'll lick the cum off of Mark's chest."

    Heph untied the ropes around her wrists, but immediately retied them
    behind her.  She was forced down onto her knees, and pushed face
    forward towards Mark's chest.  She could feel her tits sliding across
    his crotch as she started licking him clean.  The taste of his cum
    filled her mouth.  She couldn't believe she was doing this; it was
    Mark after all.

    Heph, she knew, was still behind her.  She couldn't turn to look, but
    he knew she must be giving him a great view, bent over like this.  She
    wasn't surprised when she felt his hands on her ass, spreading her
    open.  She kept licking as she felt a finger running up and down her
    slit.

    "You don't let Mark fuck you, do you?"  "No," she admitted.  "But you
    let John fuck you, didn't you?"  John had been one of her first
    masters when she had started exploring BDSM.  She had worn his collar
    for two months before she got bored and moved on.  She had enjoyed
    pretending to be his sex slave, and yes, he had fucked her.  She knew
    everyone knew; it wasn't exactly a secret.  "And Steve fucked you too,
    didn't he?"  The first time she had gone to a BSDM party, she had told
    herself she was just going to watch.  But seeing all the activity
    around her turned her on too much; in the end she let Steve strip her,
    and after he touched her all over she couldn't resist going home with
    him.

    "If you're so dominant, why do you always end up fucking guys who want
    to control you?"  She knew, but she desperately wanted some other
    answer.  She didn't want him to know she dreamed of a master,
    different from the ones she had had before, who would know how to take
    her and finally make her submit completely to him.  She didn't want
    him to know she had felt like a failure as a submissive because of her
    fears of really and truly letting go of her control, and it was her
    sense of failure that caused her to abandon her submissive nature.

    "Is that what turns you on?  Dominant men who use your body to satisfy
    themselves?  Is that what you want?"

    She knew what she really wanted.  Pausing between licks, she took a
    deep breath to calm her self.  "Fuck me.  Please."

    He chuckled, as he slid a fingertip into her.  "You're soaking wet,
    aren't you?  It's hard to resist letting dominant guys slam their
    dicks up into you, isn't it?"

    She knew he was being crude now just to humiliate her.  Just like she
    wanted him to.  She arched her back and shoved her ass up into the air
    toward him.  "I need it, Heph.  Take me."

    As she felt his hands on her hips, she knew this was it.  She relaxed
    and waited patiently for him to enter her.  When she felt him sliding
    into her, it was almost to much to take.  With one slow stroke, he
    filled her completely, giving a few short thrusts at the end to make
    sure he was deep inside her.  "Not bad," he said as he started fucking
    her.  "They get so nice and tight when they beg for it."

    She could feel Mark's dick hardening between her tits.  Having
    finished cleaning his chest, she moved down to his shaft, licking up
    and down it and finally taking it into her mouth.  Carefully, she
    tried to see how far she could take him into her mouth.  Normally,
    when she played with Mark, she was just teasing him, but her teasing
    was gone now.  This time she was doing her best to please him.  The
    new dick pounding away inside her pussy made her feel like maybe she
    could be a good little submissive slut after all.  She felt an orgasm
    building inside of her as she thought of how she was being used; soon,
    she couldn't take any more and she came.  Heph grabbed her firmly and
    fucked her hard while she was cumming, enjoying the feeling of her
    contractions squeezing his dick.

    After riding her for a while longer, she felt him slap her ass hard as
    he slowed his rhythm; she knew he was cumming inside her.  After he
    was done, she collapsed down on her knees between Mark's legs and
    concentrated on him.  Soon, he came, filling her mouth as she tried to
    swallow every last drop.  She lay down on her back on the living room
    floor, legs up and apart, exhausted and not caring how exposed she
    was.

    "Mark, why don't you get the surprise I brought for her, while I look
    through her toy bag."  She considered her bag to be part of her
    personal space, and wasn't keen on having someone look through it, but
    it seemed a petty complaint to make to someone who was inside her just
    a few minutes earlier.

    He pulled out the large dildo she had packed.  "Were you going to use
    this on Mark?"  She blushed.  "I suppose you know where this is going,
    don't you?"

    She almost paniced.  Nothing, not even a finger, had been in her ass
    before.  It was something she had no interest in trying; it had always
    been a hard limit with her.  She desperately wanted to tell him to
    stop but she couldn't find the words as he moved between her legs.
    She squirmed helpless, her arms still bound behind her, until she felt
    the dildo pressing into her, sliding easily up into her well
    lubricated pussy.

    Embarrassed at the fuss she had made, she looked over at him as he
    slowly fucked her with her own toy.  He smiled at her and ran a hand
    across her chest.  Mark returned and handed a thin black collar the
    Heph.  He slowly fastened it around her neck.  "This is to remind you
    that you are mine now, and that you are going to try to be a good sub
    and submit to me completely."

    "Don't I get a say in this?" she thought.  She realized, she really
    did want to try to submit herself completely to him.  Not protesting
    when he collared her without asking was as good a start as any.  She
    kept quiet.

    "You've been being a bad girl and teasing Mark, so to remind you who
    your body belongs to now, I'm going to let him fuck you however he
    wants."

    Sucking his dick was one thing; her lust had overcome her while she
    was getting fucked by Heph.  What she really wanted was to belong to
    Heph and let him use her.  Letting Mark finally get what he had begged
    for for months wasn't something she wanted.  "No, please, don't", she
    gasped.  Her entire body bucked as she felt a sharp shock to her
    side.  Heph had found her cattle prod.

    "Ow!" she screamed.  Heph shocked her ass now.  "That hurts!" she
    cried, rolling to her side and trying to pull her knees up to protect
    herself.  "You're being bad and need to be punished.  Are you ready to
    start behaving again?"  She felt another shock on her exposed stomach.

    It was hard to think with all the shocks.  She curled up into a ball
    and sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good."

    "Then spread your legs."  Slowly, she complied, wishing she could wipe
    the tears from her eyes as she looked up at him.  There was nothing
    she could do.

    Mark saw his opening, and climbed on top of her.  She lay there
    motionless as she felt Mark enjoying her.  His hands were on her tits,
    roughly squeezing them and pinching her nipples.  After fantasizing
    about this for so long, it didn't take long before he was done.  As he
    pulled out of her, Heph came over and untied her arms, and she
    snuggled up into his lap as he cupped one of her tits in his hand.  It
    wasn't so bad, she thought; she had done it for him.  "Are you going
    to stop using your body to tease men?" he asked.  "Yes, master," she
    silently breathed, knowing that her days as a dominant were over.  She
    had finally found what she always wanted.  His hand wandered down to
    her ass, then up her leg to her knee.  He pulled her open and snaked a
    hand between her legs down to her well-used pussy.  Coating a finger
    with her juices, he rubbed it around her hole.  "Are you ready to give
    yourself completely to me, and let me do whatever I want to you?"  She
    gasped as she felt his finger traveling downward a short distance,
    circling her asshole now.  It felt strange and different; she didn't
    know if she could take it and wanted him to stop, but she desperately
    wanted to give herself to him, to let him to have her, even when she
    was scared.  To trust him completely, and know he would take care of
    her.  "Yes, master."

    She jumped as he slapped her behind.  "Get dressed."

    "Where are you going?" Mark wondered.

    "I'm going to take her home and fuck her up the ass."

    "Whatever you want," she said, as she started pulling on her shorts.

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