First Time Submissive - Sex Stories

First Time Submissive

... an eternity. And when Virginie finally pulls away, I'm the one left panting and gasping.

“You're very talented for a novice," she compliments. “Your tongue is very soft.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Since I'm so pleased with your services, I'm going to do you a favor. You're about to discover a new and unheard-of pleasure.”

Rising to her feet, she invites me to follow her to the large dining-room table. There, she loosens the handcuffs on my back for a moment, before immediately reattaching them in front of me. Her hand pushes me forward and forces me to lie with my torso on the table, my bound arms stretched out in front of me. Using a chain, she fastens my handcuffs to a ring inlaid in the tabletop, then securely ties my ankles to the table legs.

Bent across the table, my torso stretched out, pressed against the rough wood, my legs spread wide, totally immobilized. I suddenly feel very vulnerable. Virginie walks past me, her sex now still bare, glistening with my saliva. In her hands, she holds a long, supple rattan cane.

“Let me introduce you to the cane," she says simply. “It was a highly prized instrument of punishment in the United Kingdom for both bad girls and boys.”

As she speaks, she shows me the object from every angle. I can appreciate its finesse, length, flexibility, and robustness. A shiver of anguish runs down my spine at the thought of the pain this cane can deliver.

“You'll see, it's a unique sensation," continues my dominatrix. ...

... “Usually, punishments were administered in a series of six. This is your first time. You'll only receive two series.”

And with that, she moves behind me. I hear her get into position and feel the touch of the cane on my buttocks. Virginie adjusts her distance.

She withdraws. Muscles tense, I wait for what's to come. I hear a rustle of air, followed by a hiss.

The next second, a violent burn pierces me. I barely have time to realize that her arm is already cocked again, and the rattan cane strikes against my flesh.

The cane is so thin and hits so fast that the pain doesn't spread for a second or two after impact. I feel a tingling sensation under my skin, as if someone were pricking my buttocks with white-hot needles.

I flinch under the blows as Virginie takes pleasure in zesting my hindquarters with the utmost application. She carefully alternates between the left and right buttocks, always striking horizontally, working her way down to mid-thigh and then back up again.

After the sixth stroke, she pauses for a moment. A searing pain grips my buttocks and spreads throughout my body. I imagine the dark marks left by the cane on my skin, already feeling the blisters sprouting beneath my epidermis.

I've barely caught my breath when the familiar whistle is heard again. My body arches as much as it can under the impact. This time, Virginie strikes vertically, drawing magnificent striations on my buttocks and thighs.

She pauses briefly before the last two strokes, ...