1. TRUE STORY! Who's Really In Control Here?!?


    Date: 10/10/2023, Categories: True Story Authoritarian, Blowjob Bondage and restriction Coercion Consensual Sex First Time Hardcore Torture, Author: Detroit_Rising, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... myself. But my real life called me back to reality.

But to prolong the fantasy for her, after I let her nip go, I firmly slapped both breasts. The feeling of each breast giving way to my open hands was intoxicating. And the sharp slap sounded even louder in the quiet little house.

As Joni recovered from the titty slap, we quickly agreed on our next meeting, and chatted a few times in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I referred to her as my Sweet Little Bitch. Working to play up the DOM thing, before our next meeting I swung by the hardware store to buy some thick cotton rope and a new utility knife. That's me, always the kidder, but the reaction I got from Joni totally surprised me.

I arrived at her house on our second play date much earlier in the afternoon. I carried to rope and knife in my tool bag. I brought out the rope and flicked out the blade like some kind of criminal and said, "I gonna make you my bitch for real.” Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

She led me down the basement stairs to what seemed like an old, unused rec room. There was some light coming in from the glass block windows and it was dead quiet. There was an old sofa pushed up against a wall, plus a couple chairs and an old TV sitting on an even older coffee table. The tile floor was a simple checkerboard pattern. Everything was a little dusty. Like many houses of the era, a metal beam traversed the center ceiling, and steel posts supported the beam.

I knew in a ...
    ... flash what I’d do. Transforming into what I thought a Dom should be, I looked at her, grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her toward me, and looked her right in the eyes. “Strip,” was all I said. She looked down. But I lifted her eyes back to me mine by holding her chin and lifting her head up firmly. She blinked and nodded.

I stepped back and crossed my arms to watch.

She started by taking off her t-shirt. Then her shorts. Then I told her, “Stop.” Then I just looked at her. She blushed standing there in plain skin colored bra like she’d wear to work. Same for her white boy-cut panties.

I told her, “Turn around.” I looked at her some more, then stepped closer and said in a critical tone, “White granny pants? Seriously? And you knew I was coming? Fuuuuuuuuck.” And with that I cocked my right hand back, opened my palm and swatted her right ass cheek with a hard slap. She squealed and jumped up. “Shut up,” I said, “That didn’t hurt. I’m not even warmed up!” Then I moved to my left so I could slap her left ass cheek with even more force. As I roughly grabbed her bra clasp and unfastened it, I said, “Take those ugly things off.” She bent over facing away from me, and as she slid her panties down, my hand marks began to show bright red on her china-white ass.

“Turn around,” I commanded. Looking down, and clumsily kicking off her panties from her feet, she turned around, her bra dangling some, but still covering her chest. I reached forward and used my entire hand to grip ...
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