Gemma's Regret Ch. 01

Gemma approached the house and knocked on the door, she was petite and slim, with a slightly emo appearance. She had a nose and lip piercing and was wearing a very short tartan skirt which showed off her pale toned legs and a top which covered her small pert 18 year old breasts and exposed her equally toned stomach with a naval piercing that dangled slightly from her belly button.

As instructed by the man she had met online, she had turned up on her 18th birthday evening, wearing no bra and no panties, having been to the salon earlier for a full bikini wax which the man had prepaid for, although he had not been there at the time.

She felt the cold air of the night wafting across her bald pussy and noticed her small nipples were straining against the white top exposing themselves like tiny jelly beans to whoever might look. The man answered the door, he was 6 foot tall and muscular in build. She was delighted to see that he appeared to be exactly the same man who she had seen in the advert on the website.

As soon as he had turned 18 she went online to find a man to submit to for her first experience. She found herself on websites watching and reading about people being humiliated and punished in a mixture of pain, pleasure and release. Although still a virgin, she masturbated whilst reading of their pain, sometimes she pinched her nipples, and once placed bulldog clips on her nipples and tied string to them so she could tug them hard whilst she rubbed her clit. She found his advert and now less than 12 hours later found herself outside his house.

She stepped inside and he showed her to a room downstairs with a massive array of all kinds of devices and implements laid out, she was certain she saw a speculum, a device for stretching open the pussy for internal examinations, and various sizes of dildo and butt plugs, ranging from beginner to extreme in size. Whips, paddles and canes lined the walls of the room.

He lifted her skirt to check if she had obeyed the instructions, pleased to see that she had. She was slightly scared and afraid now, maybe things had gone too far and she was in too deep, although her pussy was slightly damp, she couldn't help but feel anxious of what may be to come. He hadn't given her any specifics, he just told her she was in for a night of pain and the worst hardest BDSM she could imagine.

He spoke at last "When you speak you will address me as sir or master, is that clear?"

She nodded. He grabbed her erect nipple through her top and twisted it hard causing her to shriek in slight pain.

"Yes, yes master," she quickly stated realising her mistake.

"Good... now strip naked," he ordered.

She froze for a moment, although she was already dressed in the most revealing outfit this was where it got real...

"You're afraid of what is to come aren't you?" he asked as she looked up at him.

"Yes sir,"

"Okay well I guess you can keep 1 item of clothing on, but I get to choose it, and it comes from my wardrobe."

Sensing that this lighter tone might make the evening more fun and it may not be all that bad she agreed "Okay, Thank you master."

"Strip first then I shall put the item of clothing I choose on you."

Not wanting to be punished again, It didn't take long before she was stood naked before him, she shuddered slightly her 30B boobs so pert and fresh. He had seemed very interested in her bra size when they chatted earlier that day!

Her pussy felt unusual too. She'd never had a hairless pussy before that she could remember and her bare pussy lips so hairy just hours before now felt cold and exposed, but slickening faster becoming wetter, getting ready for her first sexual experience, that at least she might be able to get used to.

Her master returned from a short absence with a bra, although it looked smaller than any of hers, and she soon realised what a cruel trick had been played on her.

"This will teach you to hesitate when I order you to do something you naughty slut," he said whilst moving to slap her tits.

He hit each of her breasts two or three times from underneath causing her to take sharp intakes of breath each time as she attempted to move back away from her.

Grabbing her arm and pulling her forward again He stopped to inform her more about the bra, "This bra has 100 drawing pins sewn into each cup, oh and knowing your size was 30B I made sure this was a 28A so it would force them into your breasts when I close it shut!!"

"No please master, I like being naked now," she begged.

"It's too late for that, now then first I must bind your hands to stop you releasing it," and with that he grabbed her tiny frame holding her hands behind her back as she wriggled, but it was too late, the handcuffs were on.

She was his now, she couldn't escape, and at this moment she really didn't want to put on that bra, she wanted to run away and never come back. Why did she feel so turned on though, why did her body betray her and want to be controlled so much?

He secured the handcuffs to a site on the wall, preventing her from moving around the room. He attached a spreader bar to her ankles, forcing her legs apart, and began to pull the bra on to her.

Gemma screamed for mercy as she felt the pins begin to scratch her skin and felt the immediate prick of the pins, before the sensation of them scraping around inside her tiny mounds of flesh, as he clipped the bra shut round her back he looked at her and pulled forward the cup from her left breast, she writhed and moaned in pain as the pins released from her skin, before he cruelly let it go, slapping it hard straight afterwards, forcing the pins into her tits and still surprisingly erect nipples.

This was where it hurt the most! Tears began to well up in her eyes as she imagined that her breasts would be scarred or might even pop in some way. She knew this was impossible but still the thought occurred to her.

He slapped both her tits in turn patting the pins into her flesh with every impact, the right one had landed right in the middle of her nipple and was causing tears to stream from her now, although as she knew and feared it would, her pussy was also welling up.

He felt her hairless slit, "ooooh my little virgin whore enjoys this pain doesn't she?"

"Yes master." she replied, fearing that any other reply would force him to take more savage action against her, although knowing that she was completely under his control.

She had wanted a submissive sexual experience and it looked like she was certainly going to get that, although she wished her pussy hadn't betrayed her quite so early in the night.

"Well we have a lot more in store for you this evening Gemma, you naughty little whore." He stated.

"We, master?" she asked.

"Yes, WE!!!!!!" He replied with emphasis.