Submission

As so often happens in college, things moved on rapidly between Lorenzo and Ava, and her sexually arousing library experience encouraged her to go on the pill. In those early, heady days of their relationship, she spent much of her time at his. They became lovers inside two weeks, spending hours relentlessly exploring each other’s bodies, valuable time when they should both have been working on the assignments from their lectures. Like most new young couples, when they weren’t having sex, they took time to examine and caress each other, discovering every tiny intimate space on and inside their bodies.

Those first few weeks they spent days lying out together on his slim bed in the bright apartment room he’d rented for that first college term. Hours expended in stroking, sucking, kneading, pulling, licking and invading each other’s bodies, experimenting with rampant desires and the sexual limits of youth.

Lorenzo was a catch, good looking and easily likeable. Whilst Ava loved Lorenzo’s confident and surprising nature, she was concerned that he maybe looked down on her a little, with her humbler origins and less formal education. She knew she would have to work a lot harder than him. He was from a highly respected family, his parents willing to throw money at him to get him through his college course.

But early wobbles in Ava’s grades that first term, caused by missing numerous lectures, taught her a fast lesson. By the second month they planned their time together much more carefully, both realising they would have to be a little less headstrong with their time together. By the middle of that first term, Ava was pleased that she nearly always got marks in the top three in her year class.

This was something her mother, a single parent who’d struggled to get the money together to put her through college, was growing increasingly proud of. She was pleased with herself too, especially when she recognised that she was up against pretty stiff competition in her class and finance course, including her new lover.

When Lorenzo started slipping down the class rankings in his exams, he didn’t respond anything like as fast as she did. Ava realised being privileged was probably Lorenzo’s only real fault. As a rich, spoilt city kid, he simply didn’t have the same inner drive that she had, to get on, and to succeed. Ava felt energised every morning by an invigorating desire, a desperate need to get the most out of every single second of life, whether she was studying or engaged in some of their other more pleasurable pastimes. If your life was usually tough, you certainly had every incentive to make the most of it.

Like all young woman, Ava was also keen to know how what she did, with Lorenzo sexually, compared with the experiences of her close girlfriends. Suspecting they were slightly unusual as a couple, she was cautious about who she spoke to, only asking carefully worded questions. Despite being asked questions, in return, she rarely gave anything away about what she got up to herself.

Intriguingly, talking with her other female college friends, she quickly discovered most of her cohort’s sex lives were incredibly dull and unadventurous, at least compared to her new, thrilling sexual experiences. She found it odd that hardly any of them even mentioned doing what she also might have regarded, before college, as some of the ‘kinkier’ things that she and Lorenzo now got up to.

Even though virtually all of them had a rabbit or other vibrator in a drawer, to play with when they fancied a little late evening or morning ‘me time’, they seemed to have little interest in what Ava regarded as sexually exciting going on in their sex lives. Maybe it was because many still had boyfriends at home, and only interested in dating a college guy if they looked good, as a status symbol.

She realised many of her girlfriends were pretty uptight and lacked confidence with men. Most seemed relatively happy being taken in a straight missionary position, as long as their men spent longer than a few minutes on their needs. Ava found this depressing and uninspiring. Why were so many of her girlfriends happy to settle with an uninteresting second best in their sex lives, when there was so much potential sexual excitement and fun out there to be had?

Lorenzo thought Ava was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, but he hadn’t told yet. The fact she was also willing to indulge in almost every sexual fantasy he’d ever had was the icing on the cake. But this was also a challenge he faced too. Ever since adolescence he knew his sexual needs were far more than simply being with someone and behaving as most young lovers did.

The secret he had, the one thing Ava had yet to fathom, was that his ultimate mission was to own Ava sexually. To possess her, to dominate her sexually, and subjugate her completely to his masterful will. He had yet to decide how to approach the fact that he wanted to be in charge of their blossoming relationship, and all its intimate sexual aspects, but knew he would have to broach the subject soon.

The trouble was, he knew this would also be a big step for Ava to consider, and a dangerous thing for him to try and get across, to try and explain all of this to her, without her finishing with him.

He understood women wanted and deserved equality in jobs and social roles, quite rightly, but few women admitted that they didn’t necessarily always want equality with sex. His early experiences at school had taught him that a large proportion liked being dominated sexually. But, because women felt they couldn’t easily say this to a man without it being taken the wrong way, he knew you had to take things very slowly. The risk was he could blow it completely with Ava, who he could already imagine spending his whole life with.

After four weeks together Lorenzo decided the time was right, to discuss taking things to a new level, and allow his darker and more dominant side to begin to emerge in their carnal activities.

It started one autumn evening. They’d enjoyed a fantastic dinner together then headed back home to his apartment. Opening the door for her, he led Ava into the dark room. He switched on the side light, moving aside to let her in, watching her hang up her coat and scarf. She stood, appraising him, sensing that he was ill at ease. He knew he had to start the conversation he had dreaded. He had to say it now.

“Ava, I know we’ve not known each other that long, but I feel I really know you, and I don’t just mean your incredibly sexy body. Since we met, we’ve talked about most things that are important in life, but there’s something I’ve always been nervous to say, out loud. It’s something about me, something that’s very important to me.”

Ava was unsure of where this was going, fiddling with her hair.

 “What are you saying? You’re not bisexual or something?”

“No. It involves things I want to ask you to do, for me. Things that I need from our sexual relationship. You can say no, of course.”

That got her worried. Hadn’t their sex life together been amazing so far? There was always that doubt in the back of her mind though, knowing he’d had more sexual experience that she had. Was she too submissive in bed? Did he want her to take more control?

She decided not to broach it directly. Stay calm, use humour.

“Hmm, well depends on what it is. If it’s anal sex, then that’s out. No-one’s putting anything up or inside my bottom, I can tell you.”

He said nothing, just came in behind her, soothing her, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear gently, knowing she loved it when he caressed and breathed gently over her slim neck. As he began to fondle her breasts through her blouse, she submitted to him. He cupped her succulent breasts, flicking her nipples, making them go hard and tight. It was just as she was beginning to get fully aroused that he paused, brought his hand back, and smacked her crisply and sharply on the buttocks.

“Oww! What was that for! Just because I’ve guessed you’re a bit of a pervert you spank my bum? Want me over your knee then?”

He laughed, more of a cruel grunt than a belly-laugh. He spun her round on her heels, giving her one of his broad, winning smiles.

“No, that’s not it Ava. It’s much more fundamental than that. It has nothing to do with the parts of your beautiful, delectable body.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere. I want you in bed, right now!”

He shook his head, looking deep into her bright green eyes. He caressed her nipples, running his hand up her thighs, up her skirt.

“No. Not before I’ve told you what’s really on my mind, Ava.”

“What is it, are you going to get really kinky all of a sudden?”

“Not all of a sudden Ava. That’s what I need to tell you about. Do you want to try something very different tonight? There are many things I want to do with you, or should I say to you. Ever since I first saw you in lectures, as well as at the window that day in the library. Perhaps we can try out some role play? That’s if you’re up for it?”

She thought about this calmly. She might be shy, but she also had an adventurous side to her too. This could be amazing, especially if it involved an extension of the sort of rampant and raunchy sex she been having with him over the last few weeks. If he wanted to take her with her legs behind her ears, she was going to have to get flexible. Still, she felt she should be confident, give him boundaries, make sure he knew it was her decision, her call on what happened.

“Look, you know I’ve not been with that many men in my life. I was a mostly straight missionary position kind of a girl up until a few weeks ago, and I know I’ve got you to thank for widening my horizons when it comes to sex. But nothing too weird. OK? Exactly what is it you were thinking of?”

“Well, it’s pretty easy to start with. Just come over here. Stand by me, here, near the light. I’ll sit in the armchair next to you. I’m going to ask you to do certain things and, if you’re happy with it all, well let’s just see where it goes and what happens next. OK?”

This sounded deeply sexy, intriguing, daring. Just like the way he’d been in the library but which, curiously, he hadn’t repeated. Ava had drunk a couple of glasses of wine at the restaurant, so her inhibitions were down. She was very much up for some excitement. She stood in the corner of the room, her sexy body lit from behind by the red shaded light on the side table. He sat down in the chair, making himself comfortable. He watched her curiously, intently.

“You promise to try to do everything I ask of you Ava, however strange, unusual or even uncomfortable it may seem at first?”

He got up and went to their joint wardrobe in the adjoining room. She’d started staying over at his place a fortnight earlier, and he’d offered her some of his wardrobe space, saying it was practical that she should keep a few of her clothes here. He took out a selection of her outfits, bringing them back, putting them in front of her on a side table. Then he reached under the bed and removed a packaged box which he placed on the floor in between them.

Now Ava was really intrigued. If she was being completely honest with herself, she was also a bit anxious too. But she chided herself. So far, every interesting thing Lorenzo has suggested, she’d loved.

“Yes, OK. Whatever you ask of me. Within reason, of course.”

The smile on his face thinned, but he nodded at her agreement. The sexual adventure he’d planned for her was about to begin.

 “I’d like you to remove all your clothes first, Ava. Starting with your blouse. I want to watch you, as you undress. Take your time.”

Ava smiled. So far this was fun, rather than exotic, but she had a feeling that this was going to get a lot more thrilling yet. She steadily unbuttoned her blouse, watching him. He made her stop, wagging his finger at her, entreating her to do it more slowly. As each button came free, Ava was captivated, feeling that she was out on display.

After a few minutes she stood in front of him, only her crisp white bra and panties remaining. She investigated his steady gaze. He nodded. Leaning forward, she undid her bra clasp, pausing for effect. Her curved breasts swung out, their soft roundness framed by the light beside his chair. She dropped the bra to the floor to join the growing pile of her other clothes. She was a little nervous now. What was he going to do when she was naked? What had he taken from the wardrobe? More importantly, what was in the package at his feet? Whilst she pondered, it was clear he was getting impatient.

“Turn around, Ava. Face the wall and take off your panties. Lean forward and do it very slowly, so I can see all of you when you do it. Prove to me your vagina is fully lubricated, ready for me to fuck.”

Ava was really taken aback. They had experimented with plenty together, emotionally, physically and sexually. But dirty talk had never been a part of their lovemaking. He’d said ‘fuck’. She felt herself getting wet inside. A frisson of electric exhilaration went through her body at the expectation of what was to come, and an eagerly awaited feeling of excitement at what lay in the hour ahead.

Bending deep at the waist, she delicately removed her panties. He could just see light through between her legs, her slim thigh gap, that very thin diamond shape men sought, a guide that a woman’s vagina would be nice and tight. As she pulled down the slim white fabric panties past her knees, he was treated to a delicious view of her vulva and gently swelling outer lips, a ripe peach opening up.

Ava was naked. But she had no idea what would happen next.

He told her to turn round, looking into her eyes. He gave her his key instruction. This evening, she was not to gaze at him directly. Whatever he did to her she was to look away, or down at the floor.

She wondered why he didn’t just blindfold her. Surely that would be much easier? He uttered more directives, clear and to the point, a strict order about her being silent and obeying his wishes totally. His voice sounded different to her than usual. Terser, harder, to make sure she knew he was in control, her master for the evening.

Once he was satisfied, she understood exactly what was expected of her, that he was in charge, he sent her into the bathroom to get prepared, and to change into the items he’d selected. There were some of her own clothes from the wardrobe, as well as new things from the small package, items he had bought from a specialist online shop. There was also a range of makeup, darker than her usual, as well as important other toiletries that he’d briefed her on.

Standing naked in front of the mirror, Ava surveyed herself. She was no egotist, but could see why men liked her, especially her legs.

As she applied the deep coloured eyeshadow, he’d given her she’d surprised herself with how much sexier she looked. Normally she only wore a little foundation. The woman staring back at her from the mirror looked more sophisticated, world-wise. She really liked what she saw. But now for the tricky bit. In front of her was an outfit she’d never even contemplated wearing before, and this was why Lorenzo had given her a full twenty minutes to get ready.

Coming out of the bathroom, Ava felt both incredibly sexy and sluttish at the same time. She re-entered the room, standing there, silently right in front of him, exactly as he had demanded of her.

She was there, on display for him. The light caught a silhouette of Ava’s perfect hourglass figure from the side, a soft sheen reflected in the large mirror he’d moved there when she was out of the room.

He sat comfortably in an armchair, admiring the delectable view of Ava, only an arm’s reach away, surveying her shapely physique.

She looked ahead, mute, standing like a pagan offering. In anticipation of his closeness, and of what she was wearing might mean, he noticed her shuffle her tightly muscled thighs and legs, moving her feet back and forth, in small nervous movements.

She had on a tight, shiny black laced corset, with under-wiring that forced her breasts up and almost over the top of the mesh and lace cups above. Her nipples were captured, protruding through the wide mesh. The corset had a fine, short lacy mesh skirt attached, under which were shear black stockings that sheathed her long legs. To hold them up, a tiny garter belt sat high up on her slim hips. Her hair was also down, rolls of chestnut waves gleaming in the light.

For Lorenzo, what set this sexy outfit off were the black leather laced boots and silky black gloves that encased Ava’s arms past the elbow. All that was missing was a cigarette holder and tiara to give Ava the perfect look of a twenties flapper or deadly femme fatale.

Despite all of this, the immediate focus of his attention was on the minute black thong Ava wore, just visible below the corset. His imagination in overdrive, he swore he could see moistness between her legs, on the sliver of dark fabric, barely covering her tight pussy.

 Ava stood erect, her body alluringly and seductively clothed. Despite her dark commanding presence she was shaking slightly, in anticipation of his next command. She looked like a goddess, a vision of beguiling feminine sexuality, one slender leg now thrust suggestively forward. His gaze roved over her slim waist, arms tightly folded under pert breasts, swelling hips, softly rounded bum.

She was delicately poised in the six-inch heeled boots he had bought, making her over six feet tall, his height. More importantly, that now made her exactly the right level for the most interesting and engaging activities he had planned out for her this long evening.

He watched as a draught from the open window behind her made fine downy hairs on her legs and arms stand erect. Her dark prominent nipples, cooled in the stiffening breeze, began to show through the tight thin black mesh, like small dark brown marbles.

Occasionally a breath of wind lifted the hem of the lace skirt that was tightly sewn into the base of the corset, offering a delicious, tantalising view of the tight black thong. This was the reason he had been sitting there silently, for so long. To study her reactions to wearing such a sexily provocative outfit in his presence.

He watched her flat stomach, encased in the corset, rise and fall rapidly, in expectation at what might be to come. He was about to issue her with her first command, his first words as her true master.

Whilst she was changing, Lorenzo had also stripped off his own clothes and was sitting, naked, in the armchair six feet away. But he didn’t feel on display like Ava currently did. The breeze wasn’t the only thing now stiffening either. With a quick glance down to watch his cock slowly begin to rise, Ava suddenly realised her mistake.

“What did I tell you at the start of this evening? You are not to gaze at me. You need to learn obedience. Raise your skirt for me.”

Stretched in a body-hugging V across the front of her trembling thighs, there was little of the tight tiny garment for Ava to lift up.

He could see that her arousal was increasing in response to his direct commands, her fists gripping the thin material of her slip, pulling at it fiercely. Given her apprehension at this unusual new stage in their relationship, her hands were also starting to shake.

“Take your time. Do it slowly. Lift your skirt, all of the way.”

Ava was still struggling with the task of tugging up the black mesh skirt, very tight on her rounded hips, above her slim waist.

Mutely, with trembling fingers, she finally succeeded. Her skirt was now tightly bunched up around her waist. Between her smooth, slim and shapely legs, spread wide, Ava’s deeply clefted wet cunt was now beautifully framed in the slim vee of the black thong. He could see the tight elastic fabric pulled deep into her firm fleshy cunt lips, creating the perfect camel-toe outline.

He studied her, either side of the thong. He suspected that she might be a first timer, but could see that she had done a good, clean job. Ava had neatly shaved her pubis in the bathroom, the short, dark, downy hairs all gone, her light pink fleshy labia showing each side of the thin thong. What was even more intriguing was that, with each small movement of her legs in the high heeled boots, he could see a dark line starting to appear at the thong’s centre. So, she was getting really wet, was she? Time to show her who was boss.  

“Now Ava, move your legs wide. Get those heels far apart.”

 Ava obeyed, struggling to move her feet over the floor in the tricky six inch heeled thigh boots. She spread her legs wide open.

“That’s lovely. Now pull that thong up for me, pull it really tight. Let’s see if you’ve passed the shave test.”

Ava felt anxious and embarrassed now, moving her shaking hands down to the sides of the thong, making sure she was looking away from Lorenzo, off far to his left near the door. She felt raw and slightly sore after the rapid shave and knew this might hurt. She slid her thumbs into the elastic of the thong and lifted it up slowly. The stretchy fabric bit into her delicate lips, stinging as it began to part her outer labia. The thong slipped deep down into her pussy crease, parting her inner labia too. Ava went red as she realised her body’s instinctive lubrication was seeping past, either side of the thong.

Lorenzo rose from the chair, something shiny in his hand. Ava gulped, ensuring she kept looking away from him as he approached. He reached down to her waist. She heard two brief snipping sounds. Scissors. The elastic of the thong fell away each side, but the flimsy garment stayed where it was, still embedded deeply in her vulva. Lorenzo leaned in and pulled hard at the front of the thong. As it came away in his hand, Ava gasped. He studied the thong, holding the damp and sticky gauze up in front of her face, for her to view.

“My, you’re already wet for me down there, aren’t you Ava?”

“Now, spread your legs even wider. Use your fingers to let me see your vulva and vagina. Show me the head of your clitoris too.”

She was getting turned on with his directness, this medical-type language. Struggling with the tall heels on the soft carpet, Ava began to move her feet even further out. Her labia strained wide open.

“Now crouch right down for me, Ava. Right where you are. I want to see those lips of yours fully open. Show you are ready for me.”

Ava descended slowly to the floor, careful to maintain her balance, her hands holding her bum up, inches above the carpet.

Forced apart by the strain on her tensed thigh muscles, her labia lips parted further, her vulva gaping open. Below the corset, on her gently curved mons, Lorenzo could see her delicate pouting inner labia, now covered in a fine dew of moist precum. She was getting excited, just as he wanted. He watched, fascinated, as the strain on her upper thighs began to make them shake. Ava began to cream, realising her body was responding rapidly to every instruction.

The exposed position started to force Ava’s body into an even deeper response, an advanced state of intimate arousal. The tip of her taut clitoris began to peep out, a small nub between the top of slowly swelling pink petals and dark, soft and flowery lips.

“Sit down. Legs wide. Spread your lips open. Show me everything that I am about to possess. Everything I own. All that is mine.”

Ava sat down on the floor and slowly began to peel open her lips. He could see deep into the soft pink dampness of her vagina. Her inner walls were silky and damp. A light, creamy liquid had begun to ooze down through the exposed cleft towards her bum. Lorenzo liked what he saw. His long cock hardened, in anticipation.

“Get up again, Ava. Imagine that I possess you, all your body. Show me your voluptuous breasts, show me everything you have.”

She stood up, slowly undoing the black corset, clip by clip, him inspecting her. Her prominent, lightly tanned breasts began to spill over the top, as the tension in the fabric was released. She cast the corset aside, on top of the pile of her normal clothes she had shed, still lying there in a small heap onto the floor.  

Apart from the black boots, Ava was now completely naked again, standing in front of his stiff cock, ready for the evening he was going to be spending with her, toying with her body. He was about to make her do things that would turn her on, surprise her and maybe even disgust her. But, for Lorenzo, the most important thing was whether Ava would choose to carry on with this sexual game, continue to do what he willed throughout the evening.

“Put your hands behind your head. Link your fingers together.”

She complied meekishly, relishing the strict tone of his voice as he told her exactly what to do. Waiting for whatever might happen next. Wanting him to enrapture her, needing him to take her.

Aware of how she was responding to him, and what she might be thinking, Lorenzo leant forward in the chair, studying her reaction as he moved his hand towards her. He cupped her sex lightly, letting his fingers glide gently over her newly smooth mound. He drew her vulva lips together with his finger and thumb, fascinated as her outer lips squeezed to fashion a sexy mouth, pouting vertically. He moved his head towards her, holding her soft pussy between his lips and kissing her labia gently. He pushed his tongue tip between her delicate lips, probing deep in, up inside her, tasting her fragrance.

As he slid his tongue lightly over her clitoris, Ava’s eyes closed in rapture, feeling the tight bud tense and begin to swell under his ministrations. He sat back again, reviewing her. He slipped his index finger inside her, feeling her slick wetness as he penetrated her, noticing her expression begin to change subtly, as he began to move his digit back and forth inside her wet, inviting vagina. She flexed her hips forward, to meet each small thrust of the gently stroking finger.

As tension began to rise, she bit her lip, gasping as he paused to glide a second finger inside her wet willing walls. She tried to thrust herself over his moving hand, made more difficult by the high heels on the boots, but he gave her a warning slap on the thigh. Ava opened her eyes again but stood stock-still, looking away, compliant to his will. He changed hands, pushing his two middle fingers deep into her, moving them back and forth, turning the palm of his hand upwards so his fingers bent upwards, a position that allowed him to start to stimulate the ribbed g-spot at the front of her vagina.

Ava was staring straight ahead at the wall, as commanded, when she was suddenly surprised to see seeing a hand appear in front of her. He raised it up towards her delicate mouth.

“Experience what I do. Taste yourself, Ava. Lick off your sex-sap.”

She glanced at the hand, waiting beneath her chin. She knew that her body exuded a deep aromatic scent after she’d had sex, but never thought she might experience what her own juices tasted like beforehand, when she was really on heat, ready to be conquered.

“Open up your mouth, Ava. Clean my hand; there’s a good girl.”

She slowly parted her lips, surprised at the gentleness with which he pushed his fingers into her willing mouth. She licked the digits experimentally, experiencing that strange feeling of having someone probing inside your mouth. She used her tongue to start to cleanse his stirring fingers. So, this was what her juices tasted like. She detected a slightly musky odour and something tangy too, suddenly reminding her of the seaside as a child, but not at all unpleasant.

He moved his other hand deeper inside her, speeding up the pace, pushing his thumb forward so on every few thrusts it contacted her clitoris. Each time it touched the tight, sensitive button she jumped, accompanied by a little jerk forward of her hips.

He thrust his fingers hard up inside her, against her G-spot. After several minutes, her hips began to judder, in eagerness of her long-awaited orgasm. He decided to bring her to the boil. As his fingers pumped inside her his thumb slowly began to massage the fleshy root of her clitoris in a circular motion, punctuated by an occasional flick of his thumb across the small red swollen button.

It took her by surprise as she came, a powerful jolt of hot warmth spreading out from her throbbing, aching clitoris. Through her hips and up her back, making her thighs and legs shake. Lorenzo continued to rub her clit, and she squirmed to try and escape him, his touch now like a lit match continually held over her tiny organ.

She fought the exquisite pain, longing to feel him inside her, for him to take her and to fuck her, as he’d so crudely promised. She needed to know, right now, where these strange, enticing tasks he was giving her were all leading.

She opened her eyes to see his rugged face in front of her, a wicked smile spread across it. After a minute or so the electric sensations inside her began to calm, but she felt exhausted, spent.

“Well, it looks like you respond well to be being told what to do, Ava, to get you out of control. But I’m not finished with you yet.”

He got up out of the chair, moving across the room to close the window. He sat back down, making her stand still, in front of him. Suddenly, he grabbed her left wrist, spinning her body so that she overbalanced, into his lap. She felt the tip of his hard penis brush her stomach, as she was pulled down hard over his naked thighs.

She had to put her hands onto the carpet to stop herself falling forward. With his other hand he drew her hips round, pushing his thighs firmly under her, so that she was balanced over his lap. Her hands were now braced on the floor on one side, her feet on the other, in the heeled boots. She could feel the searing heat from his rigid member, nestling in the gap between her naked thighs.

His hand pressed in the small of her back, holding her down. Ava remembered the library. That first time, when he had used this same action to force her against the window’s edge. She felt a chill go down her spine, realising only then that when he said ‘sorry’ in the library, he was apologising for his inner nature, not for his deed.  

Making sure he had plenty of room, he raised his hand far above his head. His arm suddenly swung down, a vertical version of a tennis player’s serve. As his open palm hit Ava’s raised right buttock there was a loud crack. She cried out as the pain seared through her. Lorenzo drew his hand back again, giving her left buttock the full force of his strike. Ava screamed, an intense, loud shriek. He could see tears starting to bead in her eyes, driven from the intense pain of his blow. Ava was whimpering now, held down hard on his lap.

He began counting softly, before each stroke, letting her know she was at his mercy, who was her boss. Ava desperately wrestled to get free off his lap, but he had her clasped hard over his knees, her hips jerking up and down over his strong legs. By the time he had done with her, Ava had been spanked viciously over twenty times, on alternate cheeks, each slap more severe than the last. He examined the effects of each blow, each crimson handprint where he hit her with the flat of his hand, and contused streaks where his fingers had beaten her rump, dark lines with dots of blood where his fingernails had caught across the edge of her fine skin.

When he had finished, her entire rear was a gaudy Jackson Pollock of pain, a mix of shades of pink, purple, blue and red. Ava was sobbing uncontrollably, her body spasming in agony from the harsh spanking she had been forced to endure. Tears mixed with dark mascara were streaming in oblique lines down her cheeks.

Lorenzo soothed her, raising his knees to support her wracking limbs, getting up and lifting her under the shoulders with both hands, to bring her bodily to her feet. As he stood up, she involuntarily brought her hands up in front of, just as a child would, in case he struck her face. She wobbled there in the heels, rubbing her burning bum with both hands, glaring at him with a wild and provocative mix of anger, fear and surprise.

Lorenzo thought Ava had never looked so fuckable. He shushed her, walking her over in the unsteady high heels to the dining table.

“Don’t worry, Ava, it’s nearly over. Now you’ll get your release.”

He pulled out one of the heavy dining chairs and moved her towards it, bending her forward gently over the back of the padded chair. She began to cry again, scared of what he was about to do.

“Hold on to the front legs with your hands, just below the seat.”

Bent over the seat, she seemed to have lost all strength of will. Her legs were still shuddering. He put a firm hand on her thighs to help her move her legs apart slightly, bracing her forward into the seat back. Her breathing was erratic, her hips rising and falling, trying to find any position to relieve the searing pain in her buttocks. She was confused, astoundingly livid with him for treating her like this. Yet she knew at the same time she was also deeply aroused. She had never wanted to be fucked so much before in her life.

Moving in close to Ava, careful not to touch her rear, Lorenzo curled his finger carefully up into her pussy pouch. As he touched her sex she felt an eruption of elation, a counterpoint to the intense beating she had endured. Her bum jerked up quickly in response to the rapid caresses of the long finger running delicately back and forth along her slit. He tested her arousal, making sure she was wet, checking physically that she was wanting and willing to receive him.

Lorenzo withdrew his finger, licking the juices around the tip, savouring her delicate aroma. He positioned himself between her long stockinged legs, moving towards her awaiting pussy lips, his hard penis already engorged with blood, ready for sex. The tip of his eight inch member was oozing drops of clear precum. He squeezed his cock steadily into her sopping vagina, taking care not to touch the livid welts on her bum. She uttered a deep sigh, relaxing her whole frame in emotional release at him finally being inside her.

He began to pump into her, slowly at first, keeping his thighs well away from her rear. Then, as her body swiftly responded with creamy lubrication to his thick cock buried inside her, he pushed into her harder, his hands either side of the chair back, for leverage.

Ava forgot all the intense pain in her buttocks as she focused on the invasion into her core of his thick cock. She was overcome by an overwhelming desire for Lorenzo, her vagina filled up with him, clamped hard and tight over his hard member. Her clitoris created a paroxysm of new delights, waves of tingling energy mixed with stabs of pain, as he rammed his thighs hard against her bruised buttocks.

An astonishing, explosive orgasm completely took over her body, and Ava lost all sense of who and where she was. Every nerve was jangling in response, her whole being centred on his unyielding, pumping cock and what it was doing, balls deep, buried inside her.

As her own orgasm was at its height, she suddenly felt him stiffen too, gripping her hips tightly, squeezing out spoonfuls of his hot, viscous seed from his cock into her. She could feel each steady pulse as it erupted, warming her and coating her insides with stickiness.

It was at that moment that the heady combination of elation, pain and emotion she had all experienced so recently completely overwhelmed her. Ava’s body went limp, losing consciousness.

A new world

When Ava came round, she was still naked, lying under light sheets on the bed in his apartment. She was being held in a tight embrace by Lorenzo, the two of their bodies locked together in sympathetic contours. He was comforting her, stroking her hair. She could feel the cool salve on her buttocks that he’d administered, to ease the pain of the harsh spanking she had sustained. Ava breathed in spicy pungent smells in the room, warm sweat mixed with cum.

“I understand if that was all a shock, Ava, but there’s no way to introduce someone to this very easily. What did you think of it?”

Ava gathered her thoughts, relishing being held gently in his arms at last, as well as no longer being an object of desire or to be sexually tortured. What did she think of all the last few hours? It was so unlike anything she had ever experienced it was hard to even begin to understand it. Why she had hated and feared Lorenzo for what he’d done to her. Yet loved him for it too. There was also a disgust with herself. Why, when he had said she could end any of the challenges that she had just been put through, had she not told him to stop? Was she really a masochist as heart? Was he simply playing on her inner need to please people, something she’d been told by many people was a weakness in her. Or was it just that she had put herself through all of that, knowing what she’d guessed and eventually joyfully discovered was the most spellbinding orgasm? If this was part of him and what he wanted from her then she had to tell him straight, be honest about what she had felt and wanted.

“I’ve never felt anything like that. I loved the role play part, dressing up as a prostitute and you being in charge of me, fingering me. But when you were beating my rear like that there was nothing I wanted more than to make you stop it, to escape, to run far away.

Then you put me up against the chair, and it all changed again. When you held my hips, put your cock right up inside me, I wanted to scream from the rooftops. I didn’t think it was possible to orgasm so quickly or so hard. My body’s still shaking from the thought of it.”

“Did you like it Ava? Would you do something like that again?”

His tone was questioning, unsure, but understandably hesitant.

 “It was incredibly intense. My bum hurts like nothing I’ve experienced before, and I don’t think I’ll be able to sit down for a week. But did I like it? Well, I’m still not sure, I still need to think about it and decide. But did I love how it made me feel? Hell yes!”

“Did you understand the mix, of pain and final sexual release?”

“Not really, not yet. I need to get to grips with this game, get my head around it. I just don’t understand how my emotions could change and switch so fast like that. I felt a goddess, fearless, slutty, adored, a sex slave and worthless, all in the space of a few hours.”

“It’s more than a game. In its fullest sense it’s a lifestyle choice.”

“I don’t quite get that, not yet. But I am intrigued why more couple don’t do sexual role play more. The other girls I know are constantly bitching about how unimaginative their partners are.”

“Well, lots of couples do go in for this. The market for special outfits and costumes to use in your own home is huge. You can buy almost anything online, from nurse uniforms to prostitute outfits or even sexy superhero attire, and that’s not to mention all the bedroom bondage gear you can get. And the market’s so big it’s not expensive either. But what we were doing tonight was different. In what we just did we were playing particular defined roles, those of master and slave. You can guess who was who, and this type of thing goes on between far more couples than you might think.”

“I get that. But is it all about power, control or dressing up?”

“I’ll be honest, it can be all of them. Maybe that’s why one online company’s best seller is their ‘subservient starter kit’, or so I read.”

“So that’s what this is all about, then? You were treating me as a subservient to your master? What if I didn’t want to be your slave?”

“As I said at the start, you could have told me to stop at any time. But I notice you didn’t, even when I spanked you really hard.”

Ava was silent. Was this really what she wanted? Was she willing to give up some of her sexual freedom to seek more of the powerful orgasms she’d experienced? Strangely, now she was lying here with Lorenzo, the thought of being his slave made her feel calm inside.

Was it something to do with the fact that slaves didn’t have to make decisions, that their masters would make choices for them? She began to realise how closely she could become bonded to Lorenzo and what his desire to be her master might represent. But it was clear their sex life would be likely to get a lot more complicated, and maybe not just a little bit painful too. Ava lifted the sheets, looking at the red welts across her rump. That meant tight shorts and swimwear was out for the next week too. Was it all worth it?

"Look, Lorenzo, I’m not sure about all of this as yet. I’m going to have to take some time and think about all of this myself. But if the intensity of that orgasm you just gave me is about being my master, I know I want to try it out and explore more, to experience it again.”

“Are you sure, Ava? It’s not something everyone is comfortable with, either male or female. If we go further with this, then it’s a step well beyond play acting. You might have to give up some of your independence, give up control of your body to me in your most intimate moments. Some of this is plain too scary for most people.”

“Well, I wasn’t at all sure about what we were doing, when we were doing it. It’s that feeling of a complete lack of control that’s so hard to handle, when you’re naked. But once I accepted that I was safe with you, doing your will, I discovered a strange sensation came over me and I could let my inhibitions go. It’s as if I went to another place, felt an almost pure joy, I guess. I think that’s what made me accept the pain, and what gave me such a massive orgasm too.”

“But on the downside, it was certainly agony at times, especially when you bent me over your knee and spanked me hard. I’m still not sure what to make of the pain and very intense sexual side of it, but I loved the way you made me feel at the end, bent over the dining chair. I could see how I could get addicted to that.”

Ava’s acceptance of wanting to please him, to go further and experiment more, both excited and reassured him at the same time.

“That’s the thing, Ava, unless you had submitted to feeling the pain you did, then the sexual release wouldn’t have been anything like so intense either. You’ll have guessed I’ve looked deeply into all this. With master and slave, the pleasure and pain go together.”

He knew he had to push. To go further he had to find out if the two of them were on a similar wavelength with their sexual desires.

 “So, do you think it’s for you, do you think you’ll try it again? Maybe you’d consider something even more challenging, Ava?”

 “I think it is, but I need more time to consider all this. Tell me, is what we did sexual perversion? Do many other couples do this?”

He liked the fact that she wasn’t just accepting it, she was asking lots of questions, wanting to understand it all, make sense of it.

“Well, what we did is part of what’s called BDSM, an acronym that stands for bondage, domination, sadism and masochism.”

“BDSM, I’ve heard of that, I just don’t know what it means.”

“Well, it is way, way more common for people to engage in it than you might think. About half of all couples around the world have done it, one in ten do it regularly and it’s even more popular amongst gay and bisexual couples, though no-one’s quite sure why. Just search BDSM online and you’ll see that there’s plenty of it going on everywhere, and there’s all shades and types of it too. What we were doing was related to you behaving like a submissive, or a subordinate. You were being the slave, and I was being the dominant, or master. It’s what’s called sub and dom for short.”

“Sounds like some sort of comedy duo, the sub and dom show.”

“Well, BDSM is a show between its participants. It’s an extreme version of personal role playing, and some people do it all the time. You might wonder how a city boy like me knows anything about it, but you’d be amazed how bored and kinky some of the rich girls I grew up around really are. Pretty open-minded too, some of them. My guess is some of them found BDSM gear hidden in their parent’s bedroom, and once they’d worked out what it was, they weren’t exactly short of cash to buy their own and secrete it somewhere. They weren’t very private about it either. Maybe that’s why some of the people at my school’s prom night looked more like participants from a sex dungeon than people going to a coming out ball.”

“So does everyone into BDSM had a sex dungeon then, and is there lots of equipment that you have to buy for it then?”

”Well, you don’t need a dungeon, but some people can spend a lot of money on BDSM equipment. But, as you’ve just experienced, apart from the sexy black outfit I bought you, the rest of the things we used were around the apartment. And, yes, my hand hurts too.”

She looked at him, thoughtfully. Her bum was red raw, and her insides ached from the heavy cock pounding she’d endured. But she began to see now how pain and pleasure were inextricably linked.

“Ok Lorenzo, or should I say master? But what happens next?”

“I really hoped you’d like what we just did, so I got you this.”

He leant over to an oak cupboard, opened the small door and handed her a slim volume entitled ‘master and slave unbound’.

 “If you want to know more, read that, Ava. It’ll tell you all you most of what you want to know. It will help you begin to understand why I like so much. But go ahead, do your own research too.”

“Ok, but you’re not going to have things all your own way. I’d like to try out being the master too, the dominant person, if that’s OK?”

While she was talking, he had been stroking her nipple casually. He stopped, looking at her strangely. For a brief moment he went somewhere else completely. The pressure on her nipple increased, and she yelped out in pain. It brought him back again with a start. He caressed her aching breast in apology. He paused, nodding.

“Of course. If that’s what you want. Strictly speaking you’d be a called a mistress though or, if you’re really strict, a dominatrix.”

“Would I? I like the sound of that. Maybe you can be a naughty schoolboy then, or a patient that’s not been taking their medicine.”

“Best to read the chapter in the middle of the book about what makes a fair master then, as well as how to be a good submissive.”

“Sounds like I’m going to have to learn a whole new vocabulary.”

 “Yes. Look, I’m so glad there really is a next time, Ava. I have to say I’m relieved. I didn’t know whether you were going to just think I was a total pervert. It was a real risk for me to do that with you.”

Ava looked deep into his eyes, then rolled over, falling asleep in his arms, Lorenzo’s thoughts were in turmoil. It was a dangerous gamble he’d taken, but it had paid off. He could begin in earnest with her personal training as his sex slave, with her willing submission.

He considered something she’d said, her wanting to try out being a mistress. It wasn’t something he’d ever considered, but he thought he might enjoy it, as a change. Mind you, Ava didn’t really appear to be a very dominant character, being relatively quiet, so he suspected what she might want to do to him would likely be incredibly tame compared to all of the things he had planned for her, in the future.

Lorenzo was going to find out how incredibly wrong he was.