The Interview

Never taking my eyes from hers, I reached forward and placed my hands on either side of her naked thighs and slowly let them slide upwards, watching for her reaction. As I got to the top I let them encircle her tight buttocks, I squeezed gently and pulled her closer to me,

“Part your legs Spicey; I want your pussy open and vulnerable to my every whim.” With some slight hesitation, she gradually moved her feet apart and I could gaze upon those flowering open petals. As I suspected, there was a drop of juice, glistening on her folds, so I pulled her a bit closer and let my tongue run over her moist slit,

“Ummmm Spicey, you taste divine, I very much look forward to tasting your sweet cum, when I finally allow you to climax.” As I was doing this and saying this, her face took on a deep crimson colour and I could feel a slight tremble go through her entire body,

“Remove the rest of your clothes if you please? I want to inspect all of you without hindrance” Slowly, she began to remove her blouse and bra again, which she had not long ago, just replaced. I kept my hands firmly on her tensed buttocks, kneading them, stroking them and watching her face as she allowed the skirt to join the rest of her discarded clothes.

“Keep your shoes and stockings on Spicey and in future, you will wear them at all times when we meet. I will want to see your pussy, which will be shaved bare of all pubic hair, framed by them, is that understood?” She nodded her agreement and I got up and walked around her, which she found to be a little disconcerting. My hands cupped her breasts from behind, my fingers and thumbs took her hard nipples between them and slowly, I increased the pressure on them until she was wincing from the unaccustomed pain. I quickly released them and moved down to her bushy mons and let my fingers graze over her clit,

“Bend forward Spicey, hold your ankles and keep your legs spread wide!” Again, she obeyed; and when she bent forward, her ass and slit became uncovered and I thrust my hand between her legs, roughly inserting two fingers into her lava hot pussy and I placed my thumb onto her anal ring. I gradually increased the pressure on my thumb, rubbing it round in circles against her tight sphincter and waited to see her reaction.

She gasped and said,

“Master, please don’t do that, nobody has ever entered me like that before!” But as she said that, I felt her pussy muscles gripping my fingers even tighter and her juices flowed quite freely. I let my thumb gather some of that hot honey and replaced it onto her virgin hole and replied,

“Spicey, your body is mine and I will do with it whatever I like, when I like and wherever I choose. Is that understood my little sub?” As I was replying to her I pressed harder, her sphincter opened reluctantly and my thumb entered her most private of places. Her reaction to this statement surprised me, because instead of telling me that there was no way she would be my sub and that she wouldn’t take any more of this from me, her body went into spasm and I felt her orgasmic release flood my fingers and hand and she cried out,

“Oh My God! Take me Master, use me, I want to feel your hard cock inside me!” She collapsed onto the floor, onto her hands and knees and I saw her sex, open and glistening before me. I joined her on the floor and licked my way along her thighs, tasting her nectar until I reached that open flower and gave it a deep kiss. As my tongue delved deeper and my chin pressed against her sensitive clit, I felt her fingers toying with it and I immediately stopped my oral examination of her fragrant pussy and sternly said,

“Spicey! Did I give you permission to play with yourself? You must learn that your body and your subsequent pleasure, is now mine and I will decide when you can or cannot have pleasure. Is that understood? Stay in that position, I will return soon.” I stood up and left the room to gather a few toys, not forgetting my digital camera of course, I wanted some evidence of her total submission and I laughed to myself, as I thought of her including the pictures in her article.

Wow, this is blowing my mind. What have I let myself in for? I was so horny, that even though he had left the room and had ordered me to stay as I was, I couldn’t help myself. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, I needed release and soon. He would never know, I thought to myself, so I continued to stroke my swollen clit and felt the imminent release. My body started to spasm and shake, my breathing became laboured, but oh, it felt so good and my nectar flowed over my fingers. I knew that I was defying him; perhaps this was how I could keep my sanity, still unsure whether or not, if it was what I wanted?

I heard his footsteps returning and I quickly put myself back into the position he had left me in. My mind was in turmoil, wondering if he would be able to tell and what he would do if he knew how wantonly I had brought myself to orgasm. I waited, as calmly as I could, for him to come back into the room. I looked over my shoulder to see his reaction and also to see what he had brought back with him. His face was expressionless and he said,

“Spicey what have you been doing?” My mind went blank and I started to shake, both in fear and in anticipation.

As soon as I returned, I knew that she had been masturbating. The room smelt of her sex, an erotic, musky smell and one which I knew I would become very familiar with, in the days and weeks to come. She was in the same position as she was when I left, but I could see the juices coating the insides of her thighs were fresh from her recent climax.

Her eyes were like that of a deer, trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car and when I finally said,

“Spicey what have you been doing?” She visibly trembled. It was not just in fear though, I could see in her eyes, an awakening of lust and a lust that she hadn’t known she was capable of before today. I had awakened her subconscious and she couldn’t help herself, she wanted to explore more fully the feelings that were developing deep within her soul. I smiled at her, which instantly brought a look of confusion across her upturned face and I said,

“Were you my real sub and not just a reporter on an assignment, you would have earned yourself, a taste of my flogger Spicey! When I tell my sub to remain where she is, until I return, she does it. When I tell her she is not to cumm, until I give her permission, she doesn’t! She obeys and if she fails, she knows what to expect. This is the flogger, by the way”

I showed her my favourite means of punishment. It was made from very soft black leather, the numerous strands, hand stitched into a tooled handle and one that I was especially proud of. The handle could also be used as a dildo, the hardness and shape was perfect to bring a sub, near to climax after receiving her punishment. I would not allow her to climax, of course, that, she could only do with her pussy milking my cock.

Spicey looked longingly at the flogger, her face showing the conflict of emotions flowing through her body. In one way, she was denying herself the fact that she wanted to submit to me and on the other; her body craved the feel of the flogger and the subsequent release that she knew I would give her. She was still hanging on to her illusion that this was an evil, but necessary part of her forthcoming article and she said,

“Master, I wish to experience what your ‘real’ sub would experience. Give me the punishment that you would give her; it is the only way that I could possibly understand the relationship between a sub and her Dom”

“Very well Spicey, but first, you will kiss the lash, before it kisses your tender flesh” I held the flogger in front of her and she duly kissed the handle and the leather strands. I told her she would receive five stripes and to count each one aloud.

Gently I let the tails run across her flawless back, onto her buttocks and down to her thighs; and I could see her body quivering in anticipation.

“Thwack!” Her body tensed as the flogger left its mark on her soft globes and she cried out,

“One, Master” I caressed her reddening cheeks and felt the dampness between her thighs. By the time she called out, “Five, Master” her juices were running freely and she was quietly sobbing. I gave her the flogger to kiss again and this time I told her to suck the handle and get it wet with her saliva. Once she had achieved this, I slowly inserted it between her soaking labia and into her clasping pussy. Before long her hips were responding, her sobs were replaced by moans and she cried out,

“Fuck me Master, use me and please, let me cummmm!”

Wow, was that really me begging? The feelings that he had unleashed were like none I had ever experienced. My whole body was wanting release, I was so tight, so tense. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me, filling me and bringing me over the edge. I took a moment to look at him and I saw in his eyes, pleasure at what he had made me become. This was what he wanted, me begging him for my release. But I also noted that his cock was in full erection, pre cum oozing from its tip. I licked my lips in the hope that he would allow me to cum first and then, let me make him cum. But then, suddenly he withdrew the handle from my pussy and stopped. My god, I thought I would die. He turned away and walked to the other side of the room, picked something up and then came towards me again. I was still down on the floor on all fours looking up at him, my eyes glazed with unfulfilled passion.

In his hand he carried a collar and as he approached me I backed up, not sure that I still trusted him. He took the collar and wrapped it around my neck, doing it up and making sure it was not too tight. He then attached a leash to it and holding it in his hand he moved back across the room and sat in a chair. Not saying a word to me, he pulled on the leash and I moved toward him. My teeth were biting into my bottom lip, my heart beating fiercely, knowing what I wanted to do to him but not sure if that was what he expected of me. The closer I got, the more intense his expression and I was now right in front of him.

No words were spoken and I slowly starting running my hands over his legs, feeling the downy softness of the hair on them. I moved my hands up his inner thighs to his massive erect cock and my lips followed my hands. My eyes were on his face, watching for a reaction to see if this was what he wanted from me. When my lips approached his cock, my hands holding it and I was about to slide it into my mouth, I felt a hard tug on the leash and it brought my head up and away from him and before I had a chance to taste him, he spoke in a very quiet voice and said

“Spicey when did I give you permission to touch me, or to taste me? I can see that perhaps you might need another lesson, in waiting for permission”

I felt my insides tighten up, oh no, what had I done? I really thought that this was what he wanted, but maybe I was only being selfish, because I knew that it was what I wanted to happen. I still thought that I had control over this situation, but maybe I really didn’t. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at him and waited, for what was next to come.

When I saw the tears forming in her eyes, I knew that she had crossed the boundary. She was no longer a reporter, just doing her assignment; she had allowed her submissive subconscious to come to the forefront and to behave in a manner that was totally alien to her usual lifestyle. She was not used to being in this situation, giving up control to someone she hardly knew and not being allowed to have her own way. It was the fear of the unknown that was bringing on these tears. Oh yes, she was correct in her assumption that I wanted her mouth around my cock, but, she had to discover how to gain my permission and not just use me for her self gratification.

“It would appear Spicey that you think you still own your own body? If my ‘real’ sub thought like you and pleasured herself every time she felt like it, she would live a very painful existence and she would soon, cease to be my sub. I will make allowances in your instance, because, after all said and done, this is only research, isn’t it?” I said, still using my quiet, but menacing tone.

I watched as a multitude of conflicting emotions crossed her face. She was struggling to come to terms with her innermost feelings, feelings that had lain dormant for years, until our fateful meeting and those that she was scared to admit to herself.

I sat in my chair, making no sound and waited. She was not long in giving in to her true nature and her soft voice trembled as she said,

“I want to be your ‘real’ sub, if you will allow me Master? I want you to teach me, lead me on the path of submission and allow me to serve your every need above mine”

I took her face in my hands, stared into her eyes and I saw that she had not come to this decision lightly. She was a very intelligent young lady, well respected in the field of journalism and known to be very much in control over her own destiny. I was honored to be selected as her first Master, but of course, I could not allow her to know that and I said,

“Spicey, I wanted to hear you say those words, not under duress, but of your own free will and from this day on, you are mine and only mine. I will not share you, as some other Masters do with their subs, I will not abuse your trust in me or punish you without due cause and now you can have what you desired a few short minutes ago” I pulled her face towards my blood engorged penis and she lovingly engulfed me completely. She needed no instruction on this and soon she was swallowing my hot sperm as if she did it every day of her life, which she would do, from now and forever onwards.