During the six months that Nicky and I shared, she set me on a lifestyle path that I've never regretted. I don't know if this story describes a typical D&s lifestyle concept for others, and don't really care, because it worked for Nicky and I, and it has served me well in the years since. I respect the rights of others to make their own lifestyle choices, insist on that same respect, and believe that whatever works for two people in any case is usually unique to them. Nicky, I certainly hope you see yourself here. I've often wondered about you, where you are, how you're doing. Just as one never forgets a first love, a Dominant never forgets the submissive who was his first.
Nicky Sets the Tone
Her name was (not really) Nicky, she was submissive, and she took me on the ride of my sexual life. Nicky started the change in the way I look at relationships between people, not just sexually, but the entire way two people interact or relate. I had just endured a very negative relationship with a previous girlfriend, and I was alone. I had no one, and had turned to a personals telephone date line in search of a 'special friendship.'
It was an autumn Saturday afternoon, a couple of hours before I was to leave for my weekly bowling league. I had just jumped on the date line to see who was there. I had been on only a few minutes, when I got a message from someone that I was not familiar with. It was a timid sort of voice, light, uncertain, but the words were clear: "Are you dominant, and would you like to meet me?"
I had never considered a Domination/submissive relationship—my situation with my last girlfriend had been more a give/take relationship: I gave, and she took. I didn't even understand D&s—I had some generalized concepts about what it was, but had never thought it something I could embrace. Being black, my attitude had mostly been about the struggle for equality for all people.
I thought only for a second though, before responding. I figured she was like about 98 percent of the people on the date line: full of talk, and no meeting. The line is notorious for people who enjoy, indeed are addicted to talking bull on the telephone. They talk about their needs, mostly sexual, make arrangements to meet, but are so insecure that telephone contact is the closest they ever get to being with anyone. And, I felt this timid voice was simply more of the same.
But, 'what the hell...' I figured. I can talk the talk with the best on this line. Why not give her a sexual Dominant/submissive thrill. I had about an hour before I had to go bowl, and I was also curious about the voice. I'd talk trash to her, listen to her tell me about her submissive fantasies, maybe even listen to her (fake an?) 'O.' I was bored. Only it didn't turn out that way.
After about 45 minutes of moaning, and groaning, listening to her profess disbelief at some of the scenes and situations I laid out to her about my intended 'domination' of her, I grew bored at passing messages back and forth. I had to get to the bowling alley, anyway. But the next message I got from Nicky was very direct:
"Okay, I want you to dominate me—where are we going to meet?"
I was totally unprepared for the question. It never occurred to me that she was sincere. I remember my answer was sort of a mumbled, "Well, I can't meet you right now, I have to be somewhere shortly."
Her next message was even more direct. She accused me of being like all the guys on the dating line, full of bull, all talk and no meeting. Damned, wasn't that the same attitude I just professed about the women I talked to? She said I was a lot of 'fluff(?)' had wasted her time, and was not worthy of talking with her anymore. She flat-out told me to never send her messages again. I was so embarrassed I could only tell her the truth. I told her I thought she was playing, was like the other women on the system, and I was just going along with the status quo. She said that was a pitiful excuse—I had stroked her submissive side, and now was abandoning her. I felt bad!
I made another excuse, got off the line, and went bowling. I remember bowling very bad that evening, thinking about the way the exchange with Nicky had gone.
I stayed away from the dating system for a couple of days, not wanting to take a chance on another scolding from someone I didn't even know. But, by the next Saturday, I was my old self. I'd been on the system a few times, talking trash and even getting some possibilities for having a sexual encounter (which I knew was unlikely). It was three o'clock Saturday afternoon—a couple of hours before I had to get ready to bowl, and I was just trolling the chat line, mostly listening to profiles. I wasn't even thinking about Nicky.
Then, there was a message, which went something like this: "There's the guy who can talk a lot of trash, but isn't man enough to follow up on his words." It was Nicky. Her next message followed up with what she thought about me. She said it again—I was fluff (I still don't like that word...)! I didn't even know what 'fluff' was, but I knew it couldn't mean anything good. I repeated my apology, again flustered and embarrassed.
Nicky dug in. She told me that I had really aroused her when we talked the previous Saturday. She said I had detailed/promised some sexual, D&s and B&D scenes that had really stroked her submissive needs. She said she had hardly slept all week—she'd saved many of the messages I had sent to her, and listened to them in her bed.. I remember, I had been rather creative, but because I had very little knowledge at that time of what domination and submission was about, some of the stuff I threw at her was simply about being as sexually outrageous as I could. She asked me about one scenario I painted, and said she just couldn't imagine anyone being able to do that. As it turned out, we couldn't do it either, but more about that later!
Nicky had calmed down a bit. I told her that I did in fact bowl every Saturday evening at 6 o'clock, and although I had no problem with meeting her, my bowling team needed me to be there. I said to her that I would be willing to meet her after bowling that evening. When I said that, her attitude changed completely. She was enthusiastic, and said she still did want to meet me. I had no clue about what I might be getting myself into, so I gave her a chance to back down.
I sent her this message. "Look... I bowl for about three hours, and I am usually back home by 9:30 pm. I won't take your answer right now. When I get home, I'll check my dateline messages. I don't want to have a message from you at that time. I'll check it again at 9:45 pm. You simply respond between 9:30 and 9:45 pm, if you still want to meet."
Nicky agreed, apparently thinking that was the way a dominant male would approach meeting a submissive. That way, the Dom controls setting up the meeting.
So, I went bowling, not really sure whether I wanted to meet this woman or not. But by the time I got home, I was almost sure I wanted to go through with it. It was excitement, and I was bored. I'd just call her bluff—maybe she had no clue about D&s either.
9:30 came and I checked my messages. There was no message from Nicky. I didn't really know what that meant. I do remember that the 15 minutes between 9:30 and 9:45 was a very long 15 minutes.
9:50—the time of truth. I checked my messages, and there it was. A message from Nicky saying that she wanted to meet me tonight, and further, that she was expecting to be totally dominated, up to and including sexually.
I responded, "Okay."
Now I was sweating. I had to set the scene, and even more, follow through, making everything happen in a way that would exercise my control over a woman who expected it! Even worse, now I was sure she was experienced. I was about to commit sexual suicide!
We passed messages, making arrangements to meet later that night. Nicky lived about 40 minutes away from me in Maryland. We arranged to meet at a fast food parking lot in Laurel, Maryland. I would arrive first, at 12:45 am, in my van. Nicky would arrive two minutes later, after ensuring that I was there. I got even cuter. To see just how far Nicky would take to this D&s scening, I directed that she would wear something revealing and erotic. Beyond that, I left her dress to her. I further directed that after she pulled into the parking lot, and determined I was there, Nicky was to get out of her car, and stand between it and my van. Then, she was to lift her dress or skirt, and show me her pussy until I directed her to let it drop. It was a test that I was curious to see if she would accept.
I arrived at the parking lot at exactly 12:42, looking around to see if I could spot Nicky's car, but didn't, so I pulled into a parking space at 12:45, waiting. The next thing I noticed was that, at 12:45 am on a Sunday morning, the fast-food drive-through was still open! There were about four cars in line, awaiting service, and there was a young kid inside the place, cleaning up. I figured Nicky would see that, and we'd forego the skirt-hiking exercise.
I was also kind of surprised that I was not so excited. It was as if I felt a change emanating from within. My confidence was beginning to assert itself. And then, Nicky entered my life.
At 12:47 am that morning, my life began to change. Nicky's black Honda pulled into the space next to me. I looked down into the car, and could see this slim, kind of pale woman, with thin, shoulder-length hair, looking up at me. She simply said, "Ralph?" To which I replied in the steadiest voice I could find, "Nicky."
She didn't hesitate. Nicky got out of the car, went around the back and stood between her car and my van. She was wearing a mid thigh-high black dress with a transparent shell cover, not too tight, and it showed her figure very well. She was attractive, about 5'5" and exactly 130 lbs. She had thin unpainted lips, almost alabaster skin, and small breasts which were well-covered.
Nicky—well, Nicky lifted her dress up high, all the way to her waist! And, she wasn't wearing any panties. In the lit parking lot, I could tell that she was a natural blonde. Her pubic hairs were bright, lightly curled, and thinly displayed. She kept her dress high until I said sternly (my first command), "Nicky, get back in your car, and follow me!" It seemed everyone in the parking lot, and maybe even the kid in the store saw that she was a natural blonde, also.
I sped out of the parking lot, only checking later to see if Nicky was indeed following me. I went down the parkway, to another parking lot close to home. Nicky pulled in beside me. I directed her to get into the van. The first question I asked her, even as she was getting seated, was,
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what?" she responded.
"Why did you lift your dress back there? You saw the cars at the drive-through!"
"You told me to," was her terse reply.
Lesson number one. Many subs do exactly as instructed, even when they know it's wrong. They assume it's the Dom's responsibility to ensure their security (punishment was exacted later for her putting us at risk at the fast food place).
"Then, what was the next thing you were told to do, Nicky?" I asked.
In response, Nicky leaned over, unzipped my trousers, pulled out my 8-1/2 inch by now rock-hard cock, and sucked down its' length deeply, giving me an initial feel of her warm, deep mouth. She didn't take it all, but later she learned to swallow me completely, like a sword-swallower. As she sucked, not licked me, I took the opportunity to observe this lithe, submissive creature. She looked sexual, smelled very feminine and clean, and was obviously dressed to thrill. I began to explore her, putting my hand on her thigh, and she responded, even while continuing to masturbate my cock with her mouth. Nicky's legs opened, almost automatically, and my hand moved up over her pelvis, outside her dress. Nicky began to rhythmically push against my hand, and put her hand over mine, moving my hand to the spot where she needed it.
Shortly, her dress had ridden up her leg, until my hand was pushing against the hem. I pushed under the dress, and since she wasn't wearing any panties, I was immediately in contact with the wetness of her cunt. I pushed in with two fingers, before remembering we were still in a shopping center parking lot! I reluctantly pushed her away, thinking that it was going to be a long night for both of us.
I drove, not really having a particular destination in mind, but I also knew that this woman, this exciting, sexual submissive expected to be thrilled, dominated, and fulfilled tonight, to be taken on a sexual ride that she would long remember. I drove in the general direction of Laurel, over a dark, lonely road, hoping that the idea light would come on, to tell me how to proceed with Nicky.
As I drove onto Route 1, I remembered a couple of adult book stores in the area. What the hell, it was better than nothing! I drove into the parking lot, and directed Nicky to get out with me. As we walked towards the door, I noticed several cars across the street, each with a single person inside, each one looking at us (and at others who entered the store). We entered the store, and began to look idly at the sex toys, role-playing outfits, books/mags, and other paraphernalia...
The store wasn't crowded, but had about seven or eight men just looking around, at each other, and us. They seemed particularly stimulated by the short dress that Nicky was wearing, each one studying her up and down, before looking at me, and wondering—whatever. Nicky didn't seem to be bothered about any of this—she was wide-eyed, staring at some of the largest vibrators and dildoes she'd ever seen. She took one (a green, semi-transparent, glow-in-the-dark vibrator, with sequenced bumps for stimulation) from the wall, and inspected it closely.
About that time a young black couple entered, probably with the same motive as Nicky and I. They were attractive, in their twenties, and nicely dressed. They began to also look at the sexual paraphernalia on the walls. I noticed the young woman eyeing Nicky intently, sexually attracted, mouth half open. Nicky also saw her, and the two began to eye each other, as if drawn together.
The girl's boyfriend finally put a stop to it by calling his lady to him. To bring Nicky back to me, I called out, "Nicky! Come here!" She slowly returned to reality, and came over to me, asking, "Yes?"
To reinforce my supposed dominance of her, I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her dress up her thighs and applied a loud hand slap to her buttock. She yelped, surprised that I would punish her in public. As I slapped Nicky's cheek, I looked at the young man's woman, to ensure she understood my dominance of Nicky. She jumped, as if I had slapped her instead.
"Yes, WHAT, Nicky?" I asked sternly.
"Yes SIR.." she said, remorsefully.
"And, stay by me!" I continued, to ensure that all knew that I controlled this woman.
The young lady whispered nervously to her boyfriend, loud enough to be heard to say, "He slapped her ass!"
To which the young man replied, "Mind your own business!"
I was encouraged by Nicky's acceptance of my control, and indeed my right to punish her for unacceptable behavior—in fact I began to look for reasons to exert further control.
I paid for the glow-in-the-dark vibrator (Nicky never used it after that night), and we left the bookstore. As we crossed the parking lot to get back to my van, the cars across the street were still all aimed at the bookstore. I figured out why, and decided to put on a show for them.
I directed Nicky to come around to my side of the van. As she came to the door, I opened it, leaned against the seat, and told her that I needed to be serviced again. She understood, and unzipped my trousers, pulled my cock out, and began to suck me voraciously. I pulled her dress up from the back and rubbed her ass cheeks, giving the voyeurs in their cars a very good look at her ass. Headlights began to come on, and horns began to blow. I moved down against the seat, and began to hump my very enthusiastic sub in the mouth, while my hands moved her dress up and down over her ass. We put on a very good show! After only about a minute, however, I needed to have this sexual creature alone to myself again. I told her to get in, and we drove off into the night, back along the lonely road through the farm fields.
Nicky was as hot as I was, probably more so. She moved into the middle seat and spread her legs for me to have access. I drove slowly, reaching back to skewer my fingers deeply into her wet pussy, twisting and groping this wanton sex slave. She humped her pussy against my hand, fucking it, and crying out for release. She finally began to cum, uncontrollably, as I drove into Greenbelt. When I stopped at the traffic light, Nicky was still fucking my fingers, her hands keeping my hand wedged hard inside her cunt.
I drove into the townhome complex where I lived. I normally park on the street, directly in front of my home. Tonight would be different, I decided. I drove to the parking lot, about 100 yards from my front door. It's quiet, crime-free and well lit. I parked the van, and had Nicky take off her dress. She expected that I wanted to fuck her there in the van, in the parking lot.
I had other ideas. She undressed, leaving on her thigh high stockings, garter belt, and shoes. She prepared to move so that I could arrange the rear of the van. I told her to put the transparent dress shell back on, and she did. After she was arranged as I wanted, I told her that we would be walking the 100 or so yards to my house. Her eyes lit up—she was beginning to see that I was indeed the creative sexual Dom she had talked to on the sex line. We left the van, and as we walked through the parking lot, I could plainly see her blonde pubic hairs and the pinkness of her nipples through the dress shell... Her pumps clattered against the pavement, so I had her remove them. Anyone who was awake at 2:30 am, and curious about who was in the parking lot was getting an eyeful, also.
As I led her by the wrist towards my house, two cars came down the normally empty street. The only visual protection we had was the cars parked along the tree-lined street. That also excited Nicky. Me? I just wanted to reach the relative safety of the house!
We went into the house, and had some drinks. Nicky confided that she'd never been in an adult bookstore before, and never even thought about walking semi-nude in public. I asked her how it felt. She responded that she was comfortable with me, and was already feeling submissive. She said she was compelled to do it because I told her to, but that it also gave her a charge like she'd never had before. I told her that if she was going to be with me, to expect to experience new, sexually extreme situations. That was an area where I did indeed feel comfortable (this 'Dom' thing was still completely new to me, though).
I directed her upstairs where we would explore her sexual appetite again. She was immediately at home, and had in fact brought two babydoll nighties along to arouse my senses. They were not especially erotic or revealing, but I remember they made her look very pretty, that she had fire in her eyes and a smile on her face, which told me that they made her feel very sexual indeed. I selected the pink over the purple, and she changed in a matter-of-fact way, allowing me to fully take in her slim, eye-catching body for the first time. I didn't allow her to wear the matching panties (no thongs—this was mid-1990's stuff), though.
During our chat line talks, Nicky had related her need to be filled with sexual toys and other objects. Over the course of our time together, we experimented with many different objects, some of which are recalled here. That first night we used a cucumber, a small, single-rose vase, and the glow-in-the-dark vibrator we purchased at the bookstore.
However, Nicky had been totally intrigued by something I had told her on the chat line that I would do with her... She didn't believe it was possible, but she asked if I would fist her. I didn't know either—I'd just been talking when I said I would put my hand inside of her and make a fist, because I had seen pictures of it being done in some European publications. I'd always thought it was trick photography myself! But here on my bed was an attractive, darkside submissive who needed to be penetrated by my entire hand! I had to admit being stimulated myself at the thought of actually getting my hand inside this slimly built woman!
I lubed her up nicely with lubricating jelly, getting her mind juiced up, also. Nicky could get hot just from being looked at. She opened her legs, and began to push at my fingers, first two, spreading her sex opening as wide as I could. Then, a third finger, to push her cunt outward in different directions. Nicky was really getting into it, pushing against my fingers, holding my wrists close to the work, not wanting to let me pull out. She writhed her hips, fucking, humping, and pushing herself against my hand.
As I worked my pinky finger into her, I began to feel that maybe it could be done. She really wanted my hand inside her, and I don't like to disappoint my sex partners. Now I was in, to the crook of my thumb, which was folded inside, crossing under my fingers.
Nicky wasn't a large woman, and my hands, while not small, have long, slender fingers. I thought if I could work my thumb in, I could in fact make a fist inside of Nicky. She was stretched outrageously by my fingers, but she wouldn't stop, and she wouldn't let me pull out. As the joint of my thumb reached her entrance though, I knew I couldn't safely go any further. I was not about to cause injury to this woman, as much I wanted to give her the pleasure she was straining for. But Nicky kept pushing against my hand. I didn't want to quit, so I just held position.
For the next four or five minutes, I was Nicky's sex prop, holding my hand in position while she tried every angle possible to get totally fisted. In the end, she had to give up. We tried again several times during the relationship, but we never were able to get her fisted.
Nicky was a total match in terms of all our sexual frenzies, but initially I found her appetite almost totally lacking for romance or passion. Nicky didn't enjoy being touched other than for sexual attention. When I attempted to kiss her during our frequent coupling, she was mostly cold and non-responsive to it. I used that night to begin to get acquainted with the basics of the D&s lifestyle. What was important to Nicky was that she'd met someone who would explore her fantasies with her, without judgment. We had sex all night long, much of it kinky, stopping only short periods of time for rest or refreshments.
One thing we were able to get done very well that night, and repeatedly throughout those months was anal sex. To my amazement, Nicky didn't tire from being anally mounted, fucked, humped, or any other description of the activity. I was awakened the next morning at six am (we'd already done the 2:30 to 3:30, and 4:00-5:00 couplings) to find Nicky had impaled herself anally on my cock. Usually, a man's support is required for anal sex. Nicky had already managed to get herself ready, and was driving against my dick before I ever completely woke up! I skewered the 'beast' into her, and moved her onto her hands and knees. As I mounted her, my cock rammed deep into her ass, Nicky swooned in appreciation for it's continued hardness after frequent sessions during the night. I couldn't stop myself—I was so taken with her zeal for erotic submission, I'd gotten caught up in it to a point where it seemed that nothing was enough for either of us.
"ssss-ss..." she began... Then, words some men live to hear... "Sodomize me... ooohhh! Sodomize me-e... Sir!, Do it... Take me!!!"
"Take it, Nicky... Take my cock in your ass, baby!! It's there for you!!"
And she did. Nicky reared her head, and pushed backward mightily, taking all that I had to give her, and wanting even more!! I strained into her, holding on, a feeling of utter sexual abandonment washing over both of us... I felt my need to cum building again, deep within my balls, and that spurred me to dig into her even harder! Instinctively, I spanked Nicky's left ass cheek hard, and again, then reached across my body and inflicted the same punishment to her right cheek. Nicky howled, and bucked under me...
"Yes Sir!! Ride me, Sir... Ride this bitches' ass!!" She was almost mindlessly into the lustful, darkside play, again.
As was I. I felt as if I should be wearing spurs, because I needed to take this wild, never before entered forbidden territory and claim it for myself ... Nicky bucked and shook. I slapped, spanked, and rode, pulling her head back by the hair. Finally, a heavy guttural groan came from deep with her and she collapsed onto the bed, still impaled on my ramrod cock. But it was too late for me to rein in. I pulled out, and emptied my juices in waves into her ass crack, and it puddled there, testimony to our first night of wild sexual play.
I managed to squeeze out a final (Nicky's) orgasm, telling her that I would need all day to rest. She agreed, saying that I needed rest so that when she came back, I'd be ready for more exploring!
An Unfulfilled Vanilla Life
I discovered that Nicky was married, but separated from a stoical, sadistic husband, and her submissive attitudes had been developed as a result of his repression of her naturally ebullient sexual desires. He used her only to meet his sexual needs, which were infrequent at best and usually lasted only about 15 minutes. Though they shared a marriage bed, it wasn't much of a marriage. According to Nicky, he demanded that the bed be pushed hard against the wall sideways, and he slept on the outside. In order for her to leave the bed for any reason, she had to pass over or around him. Nicky confided that most of the time she felt like a trapped mouse, and her social and sexual needs simply were wasted, or worse, withered from non-use.
Nicky was a professional Visiting Nurse who made house calls to recently released hospital patients all over the state. Her patients needed daily attention, and she provided the same level of rehabilitation and medical attention they'd received from hospital nurses. She had a teenage son who lived with her, so her life was pretty much confined to her job and being a single-parent mother. She said she'd made what she considered a final attempt to find companionship, and when that didn't work, she decided to further explore the road into D&s, which her husband had unwittingly begun for her. She'd contacted me on the date line because she sensed some controlling characterizations in my voice and profile.
Domination and Submission, 101
As we continued to see each other, I began to realize that Domination and submission is much more than an excuse for letting go of the reins on one's sexual inhibitions. It required a lot of reading, and getting a sense of exactly who we really are/what we are about. D&s is certainly not for everyone, and I knew that if I was going to subscribe to the lifestyle, I needed to do some serious self-examination as to how I wanted to structure my life within its framework. How does a Dominant relate to a submissive? Just exactly what do the terms 'Ownership/Possession,' 'Respect,' 'Gift of Submission,' etc., mean within the lifestyle? I had to come to grips with those, and many other similar issues. Nicky and I agreed that our relationship should be allowed to seek its natural level. She was naturally submissive, and I was certainly beginning to search/explore the dominant traits within myself. We felt no need to pursue a structured, formal D&s relationship.
I immediately resolved one issue—that of ownership, or possession. I never bought into the idea of one person owning or possessing another. If a person is submissive, they give their gift of submission to a Dom that they Trust, Respect, and Love. It's a 'gift,' not a right of ownership by the Dom, and it's given only so long as the Dom deserves it. From my perspectives, a 'good Dom' will TAILOR HIMSELF to accommodate the gift that the submissive has to give. Having said that, my 4th rule of submission within this lifestyle is 'My relationship with my One is unique to He and I. The level at which we choose to explore is our decision, and my gift of submission to him means that I TRUST his dominion over me. His exploration of me and with me is open, with limits and activities to be determined by Him, after initial discussion.'
Nicky and I had our next encounter a few days later. As a nurse, Nicky's hours were kind of unpredictable, and she sometimes worked late. She lived in Columbia, MD., about 40 minutes from me, so it wasn't going to be every evening that we'd have an opportunity to spend time together. She called me that evening about 9:30, and though she hadn't asked, it was apparent that she really needed to give herself to me again. We'd had one phone conversation since our initial session, but her submissive/sexual needs had seemed somewhat sated, and she appeared kinda aloof and distracted. I took the initiative and told her that I required her presence that evening. I gave her instructions on time (between 11:00 and 11:05 pm ONLY), dress (to stimulate), and attitude (totally submissive), as I felt a need to reinforce the D&s 'thing,' which I still didn't understand.
She arrived within the required timeframe, wearing a mid-thigh skirt and button down blouse which this time showed a substantial amount of cleavage. As I answered the doorbell, she stood there, head bowed, hands clasped together in front of her. I looked at her, expecting her to enter.
She stood there waiting, and finally asked, "Permission to enter, Sir?"
"Enter, Nicky." I reflected on that later as I trained or interviewed other potential submissives. I was being trained by this submissive.
Nicky followed me into the living room, which had matching a white leather sofa, loveseat, and chair set. I sat on the loveseat, expecting her to follow my lead and sit. Instead, once more Nicky stood, awaiting some lead from me. Thinking fast, I focused on the comforter which was laying on the sofa. I directed her to place the comforter on the floor, and to assume the 'submissive position' upon it. She could have stood on her head, and I wouldn't have known the difference. But she was solemn, showing respect to someone she really wanted to follow through with on the dominant attributes knew was within him.
As she placed the comforter, she remained in a head averted and bowed posture. Nicky went onto her knees, spread them apart (she hiked her skirt high onto her thighs to do that), and placed her palms face up along the front of her thighs. Her head remained bowed, her attitude solemn, with no words spoken. I watched her in that position for several minutes, trying to appear confident, in charge, and matter-of-fact. My cock was betraying me in my trousers, however. It had grown taut and insistent since she entered my home, and now was anxious for it's own personal and intimate attention.
"Are you ready for me, Nicky?" I asked sternly.
"Yes, Sir." She responded, quietly.
"What are you feeling right now, baby? Be very clear and truthful with me... That is something that is non-negotiable. I want you to understand that within these walls—within our space, we are to be absolutely truthful about our needs and desires, and what we are feeling. Is that clear?"
"I understand, Sir,' Nick said. "That is what I seek also."
"So, what are you feeling?"
"Anxious, Sir..."
"Explain, Nicky."
"I've been anxious since the drive down here. I've needed to feel your presence, your power and control for the past several days. I didn't want to push you, Sir."
"And, do you, Nicky? Do you feel me?"
"Yes, Sir... I d-do."
I could actually feel the tension coming from within her. I could feel her urgent need to submit, to do my bidding. And I felt absolutely incapable at that moment of proceeding with what I felt was a farce being perpetrated on those submissive senses. My sense of desire was there, however, and my creative juices began to flow, and I envisioned the servicing slut (scene) playing out before me.
I directed Nicky to remain kneeling, and I proceeded to inspect her, thoroughly. I inspected her face, her breasts, hands/nails then had her bow face down into the comforter as I inspected her buttocks, and pubis. As she was directed to turn and lay face up, I inspected her legs, pubis (yes, again), feet, and toes/nails. Upon completion of the inspection I placed myself on the loveseat, about eight feet away from her, and summoned her to me.
Nicky crawled to me, and placed her face on the inside of my thighs, awaiting further instructions. She was already approaching mindless obedience, but I didn't know about 'sub-space' at that time. I directed that Nicky remove my trousers, which she did.
I went to my knees next to her, and asked, "Do you trust me, baby?"
"Yes, Sir, she replied.
Sensing a need to further exert my control, and having no tools to work with presented a problem. I got creative again. I placed my hands loosely around her neck.
"Look at me," I said, staring deeply into her eyes. After I had our eyes locked firmly into each others, I began to encircle her neck with my hands, softly but insistently, until they were firmly squeezing, but making sure her air passage remained unobstructed. Nicky never flinched. She continued her gaze upward into my eyes, simply waiting for my next move, or release. Her trust so endeared me to her that as I released my grip on her neck, I pulled her face into my chest and caressed her golden hair lovingly. I moved her face down across my abdomen until she could feel the hardness of my 'beast's' need for her. I only had to wait. I knew she would be unable to resist the smell, turgid hardness, and heat of my manhood so close to her face. Two minutes later, without awaiting permission, she had gone on all fours and taken me into her mouth, greedily devouring the length of my cock. I wasn't about to allow her to take my seed there, though. I spanked her ass cheeks, exacting a ringing sound in the room. I directed her to the steps leading upstairs. She crawled to the stairs, moved to the third step, and kneeled, face down, her skirt up and her buttocks offering themselves to meet my needs. I penetrated her in that submissive position, fucking her pussy and mouth steadily up the stairs on our knees, arriving there about 30 minutes later.
This time, Nicky readily warmed up to my attempts at being more than a Dominant. As we made love, I nuzzled her face, and she anxiously sought more. I mounted her in bed, straining to pleasure her and accept her submissive gifts, and she cried out, her screams and moans passionately rewarding me, and spurring my efforts even more. She buried her face in my chest and bit and kissed at my arms, letting me know she approved of the manly way I was taking her treasures. As I kissed her face, she sought my lips with hers, responding with passions that I'd just assumed she didn't have. As I looked down into her face afterwards, I could see the wetness in her eyes, tears that said tonight was indeed special to her, too.
We lay together, Nicky facing away from me, and 'spooned' firmly into my crotch. My 'beast' responded again, wanting more, but it wasn't to happen again that night. I put one arm under her neck, and encircled it, holding her firmly with both arms, only occasionally sliding one hand down her hips to make sure she was as fully 'locked in' as I could manage.
We slept soundly that night, fully bathed and consumed in the afterglow of our play and lovemaking. I sensed a real difference in what Nicky and I had experienced, compared to any of my previous sexual relationships. This was so different; I had been made to feel as if I was sitting on a throne, and this beautiful creature was mine, to do with as I wished. Of course, it wasn't quite so simple. In addition to assuming control of Nicky, I also had to assume some real responsibilities.
From then on we totally immersed ourselves into the lifestyle. Of course, I told her that she was my first submissive, and how the date line played into our finding each other. She laughed, and said that it was obvious to her from the first minutes we were together that I 'hadn't a clue...' As we continued our play, I began to take on a more polished Dominant posture, becoming more confident and structured in how I related to Nicky. As for her, she reveled in our times together, sometimes almost child-like (sometimes irresponsible), but also displaying an almost totally unrestrained and wanton need to explore areas of her sexuality which she had previously been forced to suppress.
Late Night Darkside Play
Late one cold November night, I summoned Nicky to me with a very specific set of instructions. I directed her to drive to me (40 miles of driving) wearing only her slut collar, a pair of stockings/garterbelt (never pantyhose), 3-inch heels, and her full-length London Fog coat. She was to wear nothing else. I directed that she arrive at my door between 11:02 and 11:04 pm. If she was too early or too late, she would find the door locked, and she would not be allowed in (she was used to that instruction, by now). She was specifically not to get undressed in the car just prior to arrival. The door would be unlocked, and Nicky would enter the darkened house and remove her coat, leaving it in the foyer. She was not to turn on any lights, nor to make any sound. Then, she was to come up the stairs and into the Master bedroom, where she would remove her heels. Nicky was to assume the submissive position for exactly two minutes, before getting into bed. My final instruction was that she was to submit to, make love/have sex/fuck whatever or whomever she found in the bed. She was told that it could be me, another person (male or female) and I, another person only, or sex toys or tools.
Nicky followed instructions exactly. She drove the 40 miles, arriving and entering my home at exactly 11:02 pm. She came into the house, removed her coat downstairs, came silently up the darkened stairs, removed her shoes as she entered my bedroom, and went to her knees, head bowed. After two minutes, she arose, got into the bed, where she and I proceeded to enjoy wildly erotic love-making. She later told me that she was so turned on by thoughts of what might be awaiting her in my bed that it never occurred to her to be concerned about driving at night in only her trench-coat, stockings and heels!
Early that morning, I was awakened by the telephone. Nicky and I had been on a sexual 'high' for most of the night, and had forced ourselves apart only a couple of hours earlier, to get some much needed sleep. It wasn't to be. The phone rang insistently, and I groggily answered it. It was Lisa, a woman with whom I had shared several episodes of mind-boggling telephone sex—she was calling to get her early-morning 'fix.' Lisa worked nights as a security guard in a Federal Office Building on Pennsylvania Avenue, only a couple of blocks from the White House. As she put it, the job was boring, and she entertained herself by indulging in covert acts of masturbation.
She had invited me to visit her at work once, where she treated me to a 'private performance.' That weekend night (almost two a.m.), Lisa completely removed her guard's uniform and revealed herself to be a nicely shaped woman, with large breasts, a pair of meaty, but shapely thighs, and oh, yes... Lisa had back!! She was put together quite nicely. Her skin was smooth, her hair fell off the sides of her pleasant face, and she had a warm, sensuous smile, and deep-set, piercing eyes. Lisa really enjoyed being looked at! She knew she looked good, and smelled good, too.
I wasn't to ever completely enjoy the promise of her sexual secrets, though. She made it clear that my visit was so that we could put a face with each other's names, to make for better phone sex. I knew also that I was there to be the voyeur she needed to complement her blatant exhibitionist desires. I wondered how many times Federal Office Buildings on Pennsylvania Avenue had hosted sexual performances like these, and idly thought about the government workers who would pass this very desk the following morning. If they only knew...
Lisa only had a short window to put on her show—her supervisor was very predictable with his schedule, and this sort of thing called not only for dismissal, but also very likely some serious criminal charges for both of us.
Lisa quickly put it all out there for me to lust after. She worked herself into a frenzy, her fingers probing into pussy lips framed by tightly curled black pussy hairs. She moaned and opened her thighs, offering me a hot look at the warm and wet pinkness which had been hidden between those lips. I could only watch; my tongue must've been hanging completely out as I leered at her openly masturbating. Lisa squatted down so that her back was hard against the front of the guard desk, her knees pointed out in almost diametric directions. Her emotions completely let go, her fingers pushed again and again into the sopping wetness of her widely splayed cunt. I could read it in her eyes...
'Look at me Ralph... See what I'm doing... Watch me fukkn my pussy! It's for you, I'm doin' it for you, Ralph!!' She began sobbing, screaming for release, the sounds reverberating again and again off the very high ceiling in the building.
I grabbed my cock through my trouser legs, and worked it feverishly, calling out her name in encouragement. I knew that was what she wanted. It was as if I was again phone fucking her, only this time, I was there with her, shouting encouragement, and hearing her beg me to fuck her, take her, and do all the nasty things we talked about when we were actually having phone sex.
I shook my still trousered cock at her, and peered sternly into her eyes. "C'mon, bitch!! You want this cock, don't you? You know it's what you need!! Take it... Take me deep... De-eep! Lisa... LISA..."
"Oh, yes! Ralph!! Gimme it!! Take this pussy! Make this pussy yours, Ralph!" She was deep into sexual rapture, probably intensified by the knowledge that what we were doing was on the 'seriously risky' level of the risk management scale.
I reached in again, and moved her hand from her heaving pussy hole.. I had to make her cum, quickly! I smacked her pussy lips, hard with my hand. Again... and then finger-fucked into her cunt and grabbed her with two fingers, lifting her up slightly.
"Do it, Lisa!! Show me what you can do, baby!! Show 'Daddy!' C'mon, hump yourself off on my hand!" I pulled out and smacked her cunt again, hard...
That did it. Lisa came in buckets of cum, screams, and yelps. I heard her, saw her, felt her body let go, writhing down to the floor, her ample ass straight up, and shaking, pussy juices oozing down the insides of her thighs. Her screams rippled off the high ceiling, and seemed to go on, and on...
Though I didn't want to, I had to bring her back to reality quickly. I reached down and put my hands on her shoulders, almost causing another orgasm to take hold. Lisa's orgasms seemed to have a tsunami-like effect, building off each other, and only gradually subsiding. She slowly began to recover, and once she regained some semblance of control, she knew she had to put herself back together hurriedly. She pushed me out, and promised that we'd really take the time we needed to enjoy each other, soon.
That didn't happen, but on this Sunday morning when Lisa called from work, it was immediately obvious that she needed to be stroked on the phone. I explained to her that I was with my sub, but Lisa wasn't buying it. As I tried to convince her, Nicky woke up.
"Yeah, Lisa, she is here... You wanna talk to her?"
"Yeah!"
I told Nicky what was happening, explaining that Lisa was at work, and wanted to talk with her. Nicky didn't understand why, but I was warming to the idea already. I told Nicky to tell Lisa exactly what we'd been doing all night since her drive from home, and to not leave anything out. Nicky still didn't catch on. I gave her the phone.
"Hello..."
"Tell her your name, and who you are," I said, sternly.
"I-I'm Nicky, and I'm Ralph's submissive," Nicky said, into the phone.
I could hear Lisa taking the initiative on the other end.
"So... what have you two been doing tonight?" she asked. "Is Ralph a good fuck?" Lisa always dove straight into the fucking thing, never really being one for what was considered foreplay.
"Yes, yes, he is." Nicky said. "We've been fucking most of the night, since before midnight, and I've cum several times. I'm giving 'daddy' some good service, too!" Now Nicky understood, as she could hear the interest on the other end of the phone, the sharp intake of air that Lisa exuded when she was getting excited.
Nicky continued, beginning to get excited herself as she recounted to Lisa the different ways, number of times I'd taken her that night. She told Lisa about the way she submitted to me on her knees, with my cock in her pretty mouth, about my suckling at her breasts, how we'd made love in the shower, my taking her 'rose-bud' ass (her term), being very explicit, until she was rubbing at her clitoris as she talked. I could hear Lisa moaning, moving towards the inevitable orgasm she sought.
"Tell her about the collar..." I said. I wanted Lisa to have a complete picture.
Nicky began to tell Lisa about my requiring her to wear the 'slut collar' and it's significance in making her feel submissive, sexually extreme, and belonging.
But Lisa wanted to know other things. "Did he eat your pussy?" She asked, very direct and insistent to know.
I heard her, and moved between Nicky's legs, opening them and staring at the well-used lips and labia. That was one thing we hadn't done that night, but, it was mine, and I was turned on, also. I moved in and began to tongue her clitoris, fingering the lips apart as I did so. "Tell her what I'm doing now..." I said.
Nicky told her. I had Nicky relate a blow-by-blow account of my mouth and tongue on her pussy, the lips, and clitoris as it delved deeply inside to suckle and plunder her juices. After awhile, she wasn't able to maintain much of an account, and just began to sob, and suck air in response to the tongue raping being inflicted high up in her inner thighs. She started to hump my mouth, and I asked her to tell Lisa that.
She couldn't. Nicky had been reduced to an incoherent, moaning, air sucking pussy. Her words were unintelligible and meaningless, but Lisa understood her perfectly. Because she was babbling in almost the same way, herself. It was as if I were sucking Lisa, also.
I serviced my little slut orally like that for several minutes, until Lisa asked her if I would fuck her, so she could hear. She only had to ask!
Her pink slit was so pretty, all swollen and loose. I got to my knees, and slid my rigid cock between her legs, plunging all the way in on the first thrust. Nicky swooned, and Lisa moaned in sympathy. Now I felt as if I was fucking them both at the same time!
I moved into a rhythmical stroke, up and out, in and down, making sure Nicky felt each stroke as the 'beast' took it's due.
"Is it good, baby?" I asked? "Yes, Sir!," Nicky screamed. Lisa was screaming into the phone, and kept yelling, "Fuck her, fuck that bitch good!!"
"Then, TELL HER!!" I made Nicky scream at Lisa, telling her everything she was feeling, to let Lisa feel as much of the pummeling she was receiving as possible.
"He's fu-cking me!... 'Daddy's fucking his 'little slutty girl'... DO ME... 'DADDY'" she yelled.
I could hear Lisa, "ooohhhh... O-O-O-OH! FUCK ME-E, TOO, Fuck ME-E, RALPH!!" she yelped.
Nicky began to cum, and I didn't know, didn't even care if it was from the ministrations of the 'beast,' or because we were fucking while also engaging in very nasty telephone sex with a hot-blooded Lisa on the phone.
I know why Lisa started to orgasm—it was what she'd intended to do when she called, only not like this. Now, I not only heard her high pitched screams, but also the eery high-decibel reverberations of them from the ceiling of the Federal Office Building, on downtown Pennsylvania Avenue, a couple of blocks from the White House.
Spontaneously, we were all cumming, straining to release those emotions which had peaked, and needed to get out! The feeling as I came was one of disbelief that something so erotic as this could be experienced. It was all the more erotic because it wasn't something planned, it just happened, and we were all open-minded enough to let it play out, to revel in it.
Suppressed Desires Realized
As Nicky and I moved deeper into our relationship, we talked about her marriage, and her feelings of inadequacy and emptiness. I asked if she had felt submissive to her husband, and she confirmed that she did, but that he wasn't aware of the lifestyle, and had little or no interest in exploring outside his concept of sexual activity—the missionary position, once or twice a month. Pressing her, I asked if she'd felt submissive to his control in bed, pinned next to the wall, and unable to leave the bed without him knowing (and agreeing to) it. Nicky said she did, but it was mostly frustrating because he didn't see fit to carry the control further.
Shortly after the conversation, Nicky came down for a week-day evening session, to find that I had converted one bedroom to mimic the arrangement she'd endured with her husband. As we settled in for the evening, I collared Nicky as she knelt submissively (a usual practice to make her feel 'owned' and desired), and then I led her to the bed. I could sense some apprehension in her as I moved onto the bed after her, effectively pinning her between myself and the wall. I made small talk for a few minutes, but I could still sense Nicky's hesitancy about being hemmed in. I'd learned that keeping a sub a bit off-balance about what's about to come is often a great Dom'ing tool.
I had since accumulated a number of D&s tools, toys, and other articles which every self-respecting Dom would acquire. I had never used restraints on her in bed, but tonight would be different. I directed her to move from the bed (around me) and to bring my 'toy bag' to me. She asked why it felt a bit heavier than she was accustomed, to which I responded, "You'll see..."
As she moved to get back onto the bed, I stopped her and had her stand, silently, as I began to pull from the bag some preliminary articles that I would use. First, I slipped a blindfold over her eyes (deprivation of sight), and then forced a ball-type gag into her mouth (deprivation of voice) . Then, I moved her onto the bed and reclined her facedown, requiring her to remain very still. As she lay there, I placed each wrist into leather cuffs which were then tethered with chains to the headboard. I could feel her mindset becoming even quieter, as if contemplating her position, curious about what would happen next. She didn't squirm at all, and I felt her acceptance of being restrained in this position. It was something she'd thought about for a very long time. I bound her ankles with nylon rope, and spread-eagled them to each side of the foot of the bed. Nicky was immobilized, but she knew there was much more to come.
I caressed her face softly, then kissed her on the cheek to reassure her. "Is this your special place, baby?" I whispered into her ear. "MMM..." she moaned through the gag. She was where she needed to be.
"Daddy's home..." I nuzzled my 'little girl's' neck.
I ran my fingers lightly down the small of her back, feeling her body tighten up, shivering in reaction. Without warning, I spanked one slim asscheek sharply several times (Nicky shook and strained at the unexpected onslaught), then administered the same treatment to the other while watching the first cheek redden from the stings.
One thing I'd gotten a real appreciation for, and enjoyed immensely was administering spankings. I prefer the open hand, as I feel a special erotic bond with the sub as my hand comes in contact with her buttocks. And, there's nothing so sensual as the sound of a well-delivered spanking. The reaction from the sub always tells me if she's welcoming it, or recoiling from the treatment.
"Swack! SWACK... SWAACKK!" Nicky's cheeks were baking from the stings. After several minutes, her reddened cheeks had had enough. I rubbed them each gently, and then kissed, and tongued the redness. She pushed her ass upwards, seeking further contact with my hand and mouth. I continued to rub her there, but moved my mouth into the small of her back, and nuzzled her there. I kissed upwards, until I was again at her face.
I whispered into her ear, "Baby... You know, with you bound like this, and blind-folded, unable to speak or yell, you're completely at my mercy right now... You know that, don't you?" I tried to gauge her reaction, but with her visual and oral senses diminished, there was little.
"I mean, I can do anything I wish to you, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can't see to anticipate, you can't resist or even yell..." I had to hear her reaction. I removed the gag.
"Yes, Sir... You can do anything to me you want. And, that's where my TRUST in you is placed. That's where the trust comes in, isn't it, Sir?"
"You're right, Nicky. Trust is what we must have. And your trust will always be my highest priority. Know that I always want you to look forward to the next time with me, baby."
The gag stayed off, and the blind-fold was removed for the rest of the night. From that point on, play between Nicky and I achieved levels that I never thought possible, because she knew that her safety was always my concern.
I loosened the leather cuffs which had her rather limited in her movements. I wanted her a bit mobile, as I needed to feel her reacting to the serious sexual play we always engaged in. I allowed my hands and mouth to roam her body, and she pushed and strained to meet each lick or bite. Her bare ass was exposed—up in the air, inviting the arbitrary slaps that stung until the tears rolled down her cheeks. I forced Nicky's face onto my cock, grabbing her by the hair, and stuffing her mouth as she worked on my man-meat. Though she couldn't use her hands, she pumped her head up and down, keeping rhythm with my thrusts, working feverishly to keep contact with my dick-head. As she was able to gain her knees under her, I ran my hands down her ass crack to her pussy, alternately digging into it and smacking her already stinging ass cheeks, making her shake her beautiful buttocks even more.
"Who do you serve, Nicky?"
"You, Sir!"
"And, who else?"
No one else, Sir—only You."
"Why do you serve me, Nicky"
"Because I need to—because You are my Dominant. Because You fulfill me, Sir..."
"And, what do you do for me, Nicky?"
"I hope I please you, Sir... I am your submissive, to do with as you wish. My purpose is to serve you, to be an article of your possession, for your pleasure. Your happiness comes first in my life. When you call, I respond without reservation. Your needs are my needs. I will not question your decisions, and I willingly, enthusiastically, without question do your bidding. I trust you to control my life fully, to make decisions for me, and to provide me with the quality of life which I deserve. You are my owner, my master, my daddy, indeed, my life and I serve you, please you, and pleasure you with great joy."
She had recited her vow of submission... I held her face in my hands and kissed her for that.
We played most of the time we had together that evening, with Nicky in restraints on the bed, or on the floor while tethered to the bed... I enjoyed my slutty 'little girl' with probes and plugs, nipple clamps, hot wax, and floggers. Through it all, I knew that 'Daddy's little girl' was happy to serve, and would eagerly seek further bondage play. The bed remained against the wall, and was usually where we slept when Nicky was with me.
Shortly afterwards, we moved on to more intense scenes involving discipline spankings, breast bondage, hog-tie play, sensory deprivation, confinements, and other more 'darkside' play.
A Night to Remember
To further strengthen our bonds and expand our sexual exploration, I summoned Nicky to spend an entire weekend with me. Little did I know that Nicky would be the teacher; that even though I had planned how the weekend would unfold, Nicky would be the facilitator of what would be one of the most sexually exciting nights I ever had. It was about four pm that Friday afternoon when Nicky pulled up in front of my home. I stood in the kitchen talking with my daughter on the phone. I continued to talk on the phone while moving to the front door to unlock and open it. I went back to the kitchen, continuing the phone conversation.
Nicky come through the front door, and I looked up as she came to the entrance of the kitchen. I almost dropped the phone when I saw her. Nicky stood there wearing a white button-down blouse, with a wide black belt, and the shortest skirt I'd ever seen on her. She also had on a pair of combined garter belt and black stockings, with black three-inch pump shoes. She wasn't wearing any panties (per direction), and the skirt was so short that even though I was standing, I could see a wisp of her longest pubic hairs very plainly.
I asked my daughter to wait and I put the phone on 'hold.' I called Nicky to me. I didn't allow her to speak, putting one hand over her mouth. I put my other hand down under the hem of her skirt, and without pushing upwards, felt under it. My hand went directly into her blonde pubic hairs. I felt her there for a short moment, and then went back to the phone. I told my daughter I would call her back, and hung up, knowing that within two minutes, I would be immersed totally into sex with this unbridled sexual toy.
I went past her into the dining room, and sat in an armless dining room chair. I motioned Nicky to her hands and knees, and had her crawl to me, which she did, putting her face onto my upper thigh. She could sense my need, smell my sexual desire for her. She sniffed at my cock though my trousers, then undid the zipper, allowing my fully erect cock to fall out, visibly throbbing, with pre-cum already oozing from the piss-hole. Nicky didn't ask permission; she was as much in need as I was. She took it fully into her mouth.
Nicky sucked my cock wildly for several minutes, then stood up, and worked herself into a position where she was straddling my thighs. My trousers were still on, but she didn't let that stop her. She fucked herself down onto my cock, and proceeded to screw herself onto it, impaling herself there. She stroked me, penetrated herself with me, and just plain fucked and rode my cock without mercy, orgasming two or three times in only 15 minutes. She opened her blouse, pulled her perky titties out and pushed them against my mouth. I suckled, licked, and kissed them, while feeling her buttocks pushing down for more and more dick. I couldn't hold out, and after about 25 minutes I just let go, all of my cum squirting deeply up into her pussy. Nicky slowly lifted off me, telling me that she'd had no intention of stopping before milking me of my cum. I looked down at my trousers, and found them soaked white with pussy juices and cum. I had to hand-wash them before I could send them to the cleaners.
That was only the beginning of a night of fantasy realizations for the both of us. Knowing that we planned to make a long night of it, we had dinner and took a short nap. Later, I told her of my intention that she would live one of her wildest fantasies—to see the world through the eyes of a prostitute. In fact, the thought came to me as I watched her standing in my kitchen entrance looking like a whore. Seeing Nicky in that skirt, and remembering the whorish way she had rode my cock and fed me her breasts had me wondering what her reactions would be to 'walking the stroll' (not really prostituting) downtown. I worked out all of the details before discussing it with her.
Nicky was certainly surprised, but as I laid out the plan to her, I could sense her desire to play on the perimeters of sex-for-pay, a wild (and potentially dangerous) adventure, indeed.
We left for the inner city around 11 pm We both knew where the red-light district was, as we both were long time residents of the metropolitan area. Though downtown arrests for crimes committed by and upon prostitutes were commonly carried by the TV news channels, I felt confident that we'd be able to do what we wanted with a minimum amount of risk.
Along with us in the van were accessories to help us with the experience: condoms, two spray bottles of soapy and clean water, hand cloths and towels, a long-handled security guards flashlight, and a thick comforter. They played important roles in how the evening unfolded. And, oh yes... Much of the evening's events were videotaped.
We arrived downtown, and it was obvious that red-light nightlife was in full swing. I drove slowly (as did everyone else), looking for a well-lit, suitable block to play on. It was Friday night, so the prostitutes and 'johns' were visible almost everywhere we looked. The prostitutes leaned into prospective customer's cars, the 'johns' called to them from the cars or alleyways, and the pimps watched everything that moved.
After surveying the layout for about 15 minutes, I pulled into a parking space, and asked Nicky if she was still sure she wanted to do this. She hardly heard me—her eyes continued to take in everything they could about the prostitutes and 'johns' play with each other. I looked at her—she certainly had the appearance of a prostitute. In fact, if a police officer had challenged us at that minute, he would have assumed her to be a prostitute.
"Yes... YES! I want to... I really want to do it!" was her absent minded answer to my serious question.
We went over the ground rules one last time. This was no time to have a communications disconnect. I was responsible for this woman, and I had no intention of losing control in this kind of situation. Nicky's movement was restricted to the block where I was parked, always in front of the van, and she was always to remain clearly visible to me in the van. She could walk up and down the block, but under no circumstances was she to exchange words with anyone, especially prostitutes, 'johns,' or anyone leering at her. She certainly was not to solicit or respond to solicitation from anyone. In the van, I would maintain a constant alert to any trouble. Upon the very first indication that her stroll was becoming too risky, I would shine the flashlight beam into her eyes. Upon my doing that, Nicky was to immediately return to the van. She understood the instructions, and was anxious to get out there.
"Okaayy..."
Nicky exited the van. At first, she just stood there, unsure of herself. But then she moved away, and walked a few steps. Damned, she did look good! I reminded myself that I had fucked her for free a few hours ago. I went into security mode, needing to focus on getting my whore back in one undamaged package. I started the 8mm video recorder on the tripod, to record everything that happened while she was outside.
As she walked a bit further, a car horn blew, and she involuntarily looked at the driver. He yelled to her, "Baby, come here for a minute..."
Now, I'd see if she understood. Nicky continued to walk, averting her face from the car. She moved to the corner, about 20 yards to the front of me, and stood there for a few seconds. A couple of prostitutes eyed her warily, but said nothing. I expected they weren't sure if she was new meat, or an undercover cop. Nicky turned and walked back until she was parallel with the van. I wondered if she was shook, and would get in, but she just looked at me through the windshield, blew a kiss, and mouthed the words,
"Hey! Wanna date a working girl?"
"Hell no," I said. "I get all I want for free!!"
She laughed. Then turned on her heels, and began the prostitute strut, as good as any of the other sluts out there. She was into it now, living the fantasy that she'd dreamed of for years. As her confidence grew, she began to look at, but not react to, the johns that were constantly blowing their horns, the guys walking the street who were eyeing her bump and grind buttocks as she strutted her stuff. Once, she just stopped and faced a 'john' in his car, hands on her hips, and spread her thighs as wide apart as her skirt would allow. Nicky was showing that she could do it for real... She could make this sex thing pay—if she really wanted to.
The part she didn't understand though, was the inherent competition that prostitutes engage in. As she approached the corner for the third time, one of the street whores spoke to her. Nicky said she only said 'hi,' but that was one word too many. I shined the flashlight in her eyes, and Nicky came directly back to the van and got in.
She was on such a high as she entered the van! "Oh... oh!!! Did you see me?? I have never felt so slutty in my life!" Nicky was bubbling, babbling, all of the above. Her face was light up like a Christmas tree!
She asked why I made her come back to the van. I explained that she was on someone's 'turf,' and unless she was prepared to fight for her right to be there, she needed to give them their ground back. And, that real prostitutes aren't there to hold polite conversation. If you're there, you potentially are taking money out of their, or their pimp's pockets.
Nicky was still on a sexual high though, and looking for something else to do. Like jumping a building, stopping a train... She was so wired as we moved back towards the suburbs. As we started up the Baltimore-Washington Parkway, she had both legs up, feet on the dash, begging to be masturbated. I moved my right hand between her thighs, and separated her blonde hairs as my fingers moved into the slippery wetness that was her pussy. I rummaged into her and she began to cum almost immediately. She ground her hips forward, trying to get more and more of my fingers inside. I cupped her cunt with three fingers, and pulled her upwards, then pulling out and smacking the wet outer lips with my hand. She loved it.
By now, we had moved onto the Beltway, and headed towards U.S. Route 1 and the small Beltsville suburb. It was past midnight, and there was little traffic on the Beltway, mostly trucks. Needing to maintain control of the van, I had to stop stroking Nicole, but she left her feet on the dashboard. I moved to the middle lane to make sure my driving wasn't interfering with the truckers, but Nicole had other thoughts. She switched on the interior overhead lights, so that her open legs and exposed cunt could clearly be seen by anyone we passed. The trucker who accelerated his rig to keep up with us certainly got an eyeful, as Nicky dug into her feverishly hot pussy, fingering it open to make sure that he saw the treasure buried at the apex of her outstretched thighs.
Fortunately the distance to the Route 1 exit was only a couple of miles. As we moved to the exit lane, he gave a pull on his air horn. Hopefully, he was saying "Thank you!"
I drove the short distance to the adult bookstore we had visited on our first night, with Nicky's feet still on the van's dashboard. By the time I pulled into a parking space, she'd stroked herself to an orgasm, her fingers almost frothy with her cum juices. The usual number of cars were parked across the street and their voyeuristic occupants watched for anything that seemed erotic. That was the game plan for tonight—Nicky needed to be seen, watched, and perhaps used.
I got out of the van, telling Nicky to stay inside and to keep the doors locked. As I approached the door to the store, I noticed there was a lone Latino male leaning against the storefront wall. He eyed the van and Nicky, who still was still busily groping her pussy, her legs wide open. I warily sized him up, to see if he was a threat for the 30-seconds I planned to spend inside the store.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Okay..." he said. And then, "Looks like you got your hands full."
"Yeah, she's really wired right now... You wanna fuck her?" I asked.
"Man, I ain't got no money." He lamented.
"I didn't ask if you had any money—I asked if you wanted to fuck the girl in the van."
"Hell Yeah!! What do I have to do?" His excitement at the prospect of actually fucking my exhibitionist slut was unconcealable.
"Nothing yet... I'm going into the store for less than a minute. When I come back out, we'll talk about it. On second thought, go over and talk to her. Tell her I said to show you her cunt."
I'd have to move faster, now. My original plan had been to quickly scout the store to see if there was any one there I'd be interested in loaning Nicky to for a quick fuck in the van. Now, I needed to really be in—and back out, within 15 seconds. I went into the store, as the Latino approached the van. No one of any significance in the store. Back out within 15 seconds.
He was standing at the window, looking wide-eyed at Nicky, and she was putting on a show for him, indeed! She showed him the widely splayed pussy that she'd been finger fucking for almost 30 minutes now, and asked if he wanted to suck it. His mouth was salivating at that idea. I put a stop to it.
"You want to fuck her?" I asked, again. He could only nod, "Yes!"
I asked Nicky, "Do you want to fuck him?" She was so hot she would have fucked the long-handled flashlight on the floor of the van. (hmmm...)
"Okay, this is how it will work, if we decide to. It will happen in this van. You will use a condom, which I will supply. Finally, when either she or I say 'enough,' it ends right then. You understand that?"
He agreed, and we only needed to decide where to go. I saw the service station across on the other side of the intersection, and chose it as the location. We pulled into the station which was closed, and moved to the air pump, to be as inconspicuous as possible. The rear of the van was arranged to provide as much room as possible. I remained up front, to keep a lookout, and to provide security for Nicky as she whored herself out to this stranger.
Nicky moved to the back, and the stranger undid his pants. He wasn't very well endowed, nor erect, but that didn't really matter. What mattered was that Nicky be fucked by a stranger, to complete the thought of her being a total whore tonight. What was begun in the inner city was to be completed out here in the relatively sterile environment of a suburban community.
I watched him don the condom—he had some difficulty getting it to stay on. He complained... I told him it was either the condom, or we end it right then. He was clearly not the best candidate we would have chosen for something like this. There are those who just don't perform well on command.
Finally, with Nicky on all fours, her face between the front bucket seats, he was able to penetrate her, and began to rhythmically fuck into her. He was able to maintain his stroke for about five minutes, then I could tell that he'd lost his erection. Nicky was doing her best to encourage him, but he was obviously challenged beyond his ability to perform. He asked for another condom, and I gave him one. I really wanted to see Nicky's face as a stranger erupted his seed into her.
I decided to help a bit. I turned about in the front, and positioned myself facing Nicky's mouth, my cock out and available to her if she wanted it. She strained forward and pulled on the head with her mouth, getting me instantly erect and excited. I pumped into her mouth, hoping the stranger would appreciate a three-some effect. He continued his labors for awhile, and then went limp again. He mumbled something about having masturbated a couple of times earlier that evening. I'd had enough, so I told him to withdraw. He wanted to try to continue, but it wasn't working. He was having a negative effect, instead of the rock-hard cock exploding into my slut that she and I had envisioned.
I dismissed him (he wanted to 'borrow' 20 dollars for his 'services.' I declined), and Nicky and I drove away from the area. Minutes later, on the lonely country road back to Greenbelt, I drove into a pull-in and directed Nicky (still in the back) to clean herself up. She was quite disappointed by the lack of success in being well-fucked by the stranger. But she found the spray bottles and began to liberally spray the soapy water onto her pubis, following that with a clean rinse spray, to manage the cleanliness issue until we could get home.
So, our 'prostitute/pimp' role-play came to an end. I chose to never do that again.
Reaching home, I parked directly in front of the house. Instead of going inside, I moved to the back of the van, joining Nicky there. She was sprawled out on the comforter on the floor, a bit quieter than the slut she'd been earlier. I took her face in my hands, and held her, just quietly embracing her. After awhile though, I began to fondle her breasts, then suckled them vigorously enough to make the nipples 'pop out.' As I did so, my hands were busy, nubbing her clitoris and squishing in and out of her perpetually wet cunt. She raised her hips, and ground them at me, as if she were trying to belly-dance fuck my hand. I worked back at her cunt, again (always again) trying to fit my hand inside of her tight pussy. She moaned, throwing her pussy at my hand now, and got up on her knees, her breasts and face on the rear seat. She pushed back at my hand, which was working feverishly into her. Her hands were free, so she reached back and pulled her cheeks as far apart as she could manage. It still wouldn't work. I could feel the frustration within her. Nicky wanted to be stretched outrageously by something which would could be jammed into her pussy.
Suddenly, she asked, "Why did you bring the flashlight tonight?'
"To make sure you knew when I wanted you to return to the van," I said.
"No, Sir... It was more than that."
I wondered what she could be getting at. "No... It was to make sure you knew that I wanted you back inside the van."
"No, Sir," she insisted. "It was because you wanted to fuck me with it right here, wasn't it?"
"No..." The light bulb went on.
"Is that what you want, Nicky?" I asked. "Do you want me to fuck you with the flashlight?"
"Well, Sir... I think that's what YOU want, isn't it?"
"Hold on a minute, baby... Let's see if that works."
The flashlight was one of those long (about 15 inches), and thick (almost 4 inches in circumference) black security flashlights, with a metal ribbed case. I placed an oversized condom on it, and unrolled it to the extent I expected that Nicky could accept. Before I used it, I showed it to Nicky, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.
"Is this what you want, baby?"
"Yes, 'Daddy,' your little slut needs that big black 'cock' deep inside of her."
She began to sigh in anticipation, pushing her cunt backwards, searching for the penetration she needed. I moved the phallus to her cunt lips, and let her do the rest. Nicky needed no further encouragement. She pulled her lips open, and rocked back, taking an initial two inches inside of her. I rubbed her ass cheek with my free hand, watching lustfully as she began her next penetration onto the light. Her pussy rocked back again, this time accepting almost five inches, but she didn't relinquish her hold this time. She held it, and began to engorge herself more and more onto it, crying out in need, now working her ass side to side and back and forth.
I held position. I was hypnotized at her desire to be completely stretched, and pummeled by this cock substitute, and couldn't wait to see her cum all over it. I didn't have to wait long. Soon the van was rocking in tune with Nicky's fucking motions, and she began a low howl; guttural sounds were emanating from deep within her, and she begged me to put the end of the flashlight on the floor. I put it down, and she moved there with it. I simply held the light fast in one place, and Nicky rode up and down on it for a couple of minutes. I could tell it wouldn't be long, because she was in her own 'space,' not knowing or caring about anything except her primitive need for release. As she began to orgasm, Nicky fell to her side, and started a long low scream which increased as her orgasm built in intensity.
"Hu-Hu-HU-HUUU..." and finally let go, thrashing about in the van, her breasts heaving, mouth trying to suck in air, her eyes vacant. I had to stifle her scream. If the neighbors hadn't heard our play in the van, they certainly would have been awakened by a scream of the magnitude Nicky was ready to let go.
As she calmed down minutes later, I asked if she was all right. She said she didn't know.
"What happened? What did you do to me?" she asked.
"I did nothing... I simply watched you let go and become the sexual person you wanted to be. I only provided the means for you to express those needs."
"Well, let's go in the house, because I want you to do it, again."
We went inside.
The End of the Beginning
Every story has an ending. I see the end of this story as only the end of my initiation into the D&s lifestyle. I enjoyed the gifts that Nicky bestowed upon me for a bit over six months, and our relationship had many twists and turns. One day, I received a telephone call from Nicky. She told me that her husband was returning from the Northwest. I asked why she thought I'd be interested in knowing that. She had already told me that he was there, and the reason. But since they were separated, it never occurred to me that reconciliation was an option. Worse, she had to acknowledge that he'd gone there on the basis of this being a 'trial separation,' and that he'd always expected that they would reunite upon his return.
Nicky didn't know what to do. After he returned, we saw each other only a few more times. Then, I received a last telephone call. I was at the bowling alley, of all places. Nicky was on her way to overnight with a patient in Ocean City, Maryland, and asked if I would go with her. I explained that I had to bowl that night, but as I thought about it, I decided to get a bowling substitute, so that I could spend time with my beloved Nicky. We arranged that she would pick me up at the bowling alley within the hour. She never showed.
