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Subject: {ASSM} First times (FM, FMM, Cd, public, hum, oral, etc)
Date: Fri, 17 May 2002 07:10:04 -0400
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First Times
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Part One:

I sat at the table with a waiter hovering over me, offering to fix my
napkin, to freshen my drink while obliquely glancing down at the cleavage
that is predominant where-ever I go. After shushing him away with a wave of
my hand, I waited for my date to appear. This has been such a long time
coming that I couldn't wait to see how he decided to dress. The poor dear
was a nervous wreck on the phone earlier, but with his looks, he could
really pull anything off. Convincing him of that was another matter
entirely. I hoped that tonight was going to prove to him once and for all
that he could "pass".

I decided to dress simply that night as to not overshadow him. I wanted the
attention focused solely on him, as he really did deserve it. I had given
him a long list of orders to follow before he was allowed to come to me,
thinking that it would help him get in the right frame of mind and help him
calm his nerves. Hopefully, I wasn't too far off in my handling of him.

Earlier, we had spent so long on the phone, he was practically pulling his
shirt over his head with the phone still glued to his ear. Only after being
told repeatedly to go and finish getting ready was he able to put the phone
back in its cradle. Having kept a copy of his "to do" list, I knew then that
he had walked into his huge bathroom, lifted one leg onto the rim of the
toilet and inserted a new toy I had just had delivered to his very doorstep.
A larger than average (for him) butt plug to help keep him focused on the
reason he was doing what he was. You see, with my pet, anytime you had his
ass stretched and full, he was yours. Totally and completely. I wanted that
feeling to last thru our whole evening. It would make it go a lot easier for
him if he went with those slutty feelings he was experiencing.

Next, the little bit of red ribbon I had left him was around his balls,
catching and separating each one. (It is too easy for me to imagine him
stomping from one foot to the other.  Thinking of anything but what he was
doing while he waited for his cock to go soft again). Then his hands twined
the ribbon around his cock, maypole fashion, with breaks of knots to keep it
in place. Threaded at the very tip was a very small and delicate bell. Made
of the finest gold, it belonged on a charm bracelet I normally wore.
Tonight, we would see if he got to keep permanent possession of it and I of
him. I was going to make him work for it, as anything less would make it
mean less to the both of us.

Thigh-high stockings were slid up his freshly shaven legs and an old
fashioned, yet sexy as hell black garter belt was fastened into place.
Stockings rolled gently up his legs, seams straightened and short black
skirt put on. One last check of his make up, a shaking hand to straighten a
lock of hair and with a trembling sigh, he put on his heels.  This was it.
No going back.

He arrived at the restaurant a little while later. Gentle swaying hips and
toes daintily finding security one foot in front of the other, he followed
the hostess down the aisle.  Slim and sleek, he looked like one of those
models you see gracing the covers of magazines; hips barely existent and
breasts scarcely making his shirt bubble in the right places.

 The poor dear didn't have any idea how wet I got sitting there, thinking of
the things I was going to put him thru. This was something I have wanted to
do to him since the first moment I saw him and realized what he (I) was
capable of.  I re-crossed my legs, rubbing them close together, hoping to
alleviate the ache that had started smoldering there.  I could NOT wait for
the festivities to commence.

Sitting across from me, I could see the smile light his face. The sigh that
reverberated thru him let me know just how much of an ordeal that walk in
front of an audience had been. The worst part was, I was not going to make
it any easier for him. This night was going to be one of the toughest he's
ever experienced and he could tell from the gleam in my eye that he would
not have it easy. His smile faltered a little, then an air of determination
seemed to settle on him. I knew he wanted to become more to me than just a
random sub. He wanted to be owned. Possessed. Property of someone who could
give him and make him feel all the things he had dreamed of since boyhood.
His willingness to please and depth of obedience would hopefully garner him
the bell charm he wore embedded in his flesh as a reward. He needed his
status defined as no one I have never seen before and I was going to give
him the chance to earn it.

Wine was ordered and we slowly got comfortable in our surroundings.  During
a lull in our conversation, I slipped my shoes off completely and settled
them in his lap. Wiggling toes and digging heels made his eyes widen and a
blush stain his cheeks. Poor lad hadn't had permission to cum in such a long
time that it wasn't going to take much to make him lose the little control
he had left.

I smiled wickedly at his look of incredulity, loosened the top button on my
shirt and leaned forward enough to show the endowments ghod have given me.
When he moistened his lips and I felt his skirt twitching, I knew he
remembered all the times his mouth had feasted on me. "Lift that skirt up,
pet. I want your ass flush against that seat". Lol, the look on his face was
priceless! Long scarlet nails plucked up his napkin and dragging it
underneath the tablecloth, he did as bid. That one action seemed to set the
tone for the rest of our evening. I demanded and he gave.

My feet rested in his lap the whole meal. They wiggled around to get
comfortable. They wiggled around to make him uncomfortable. I just wanted
him very aware of his state of undress and vulnerability and it worked. His
eyes grew smoky and his voice took on that timber I knew meant he was
getting hot.  How lovely.

When our meal was over, my feet wrapped around his cock and started sliding
up and down his shaft, stopping every so often to tickle his balls with my
toes or gently remind him the plug was still there by nudging it. He was
getting breathless and I could tell he was having a hard time not pressing
hard against the bottom of my foot. After a little more attention, his
breathing became shallow and my attentions to his cock increased.  I would
of allowed him to spill right then and there it felt so right, but at that
moment my large swarthy lotharios returned to clear off the table and offer
us coffee. Oh, pristine moment! My pet didn't have the time to hide his
emotions and raised his head to look at the waiter with pure lust from the
moment reflected in his eyes. His ruby lips were parted and you could feel
the energy he was putting off.

Part 2

To say the moment was not filled with emotions would be a gross
understatement. The waiter, not being a particularly bright sort of man,
assumed all that heat was all aimed at him and reached out a hand to touch
the hair on my pet's shoulder as if to brush something slowly off it.  I
should be totally ashamed of what I did next, but if I was where would all
the fun for me go?  My feet attacked my poor pet. They stroked him in just
the manner that I knew got him the *hottest*. Up and down they moved along
him, caressing, encapsulating him, giving him just what he needed. His hands
in an unconscious response, reached down to cradle my feet and push himself
harder between them. His breath left his body in almost un-noticeable gasps
and his eyes were locked in horrific fascination with our voyeur.  The
waiter stood with his hand teasing a lock of my pet's hair with his nostrils
flared and groin hard. His swarthy looks combined with his body posture
reminded me of a bull ready to cover a willing cow. While I don't know
anything about animal husbandry, all it would take to make this happen would
be someone willing to hold the beastie in place, no?

~purr~

In an instant, plans were formed and solidified. I cleared my throat loudly
and caught our waiters' attention. "You DO know that you are touching MY
property, don't you? She is MINE and I don't recall giving you permission to
touch her!" I said with fake anger.  With a stammering apology, the waiter
reluctantly lifted his hand off my pet's shoulder with a lingering lust
filled look.  For a few moments, I let him backpeddle and explain himself. I
pretended to calm down and finally nodded in complete understanding on how
he could be so captured by my pet.

"She probably led you on. She's done that before to me. I really do think
she needs to be taught just what will happen to her if she leads men on" I
said and then allowed the light an idea can generate come into my
countenance. (Thank ghod that horny bull was not a smart fellow or my wiles
would not of been so successful).

In a confiding tone, I said "You could help me with that, you know. This
slut needs to realize just what animals you men can be when you are teased
like that! She's not safe to be left on her own. Hell! You saw what she's
done right in front of me!"  While saying this, I took a quick glance at my
pet that was starting to squeak in indignation and mortification that I
would say such things about him.  "You <with finger pointed in pet's face>
Shut up! I have had just about enough of you protesting your innocence when
you flaunt it in my face! This time, you are going to be taught a lesson
that you will not forget! March yourself to the bathroom, wait till it
clears out, then lock the door till I arrive. I want those knees on the
floor with your head bowed and hands behind your back when I walk in, you
little man-slut!" Pet's mouth opened and closed, but not an understandable
word came out.  Having to mentally unwind double meanings and sitting in
stunned disbelief while your most hidden and feared desires come to life can
indeed confuse a person for a moment or two.

For added emphasis, I unfairly drew his attention with a soft-fingered
caress to the charm bracelet dangling from my wrist and mouthed one word.
Go. With a trembling lip that was not contrived, pet left the table with the
napkin still held over his raging hard on.

To the waiter, I simply said follow me. Upon my heels he walked behind me. I
'm not sure if it was truly possible, but I swear I could smell the scent of
his arousal. It was musky, dark and ultra masculine.  I didn't know if it
was from the strangeness of the situation or having a chance at having my
pet on the end of his cock that caused it. No matter what the cause, he
would suit my needs perfectly.

When I knocked on the bathroom door, pet opened it promptly and then quickly
went to kneel back in place. Hands behind back and head bowed. What a
breathtaking sight he made there. But, in need of my protection and the
outright knowledge that it was there in plain sight before his sweet
submissive heart went into revolt.

Spinning around in place and pointing a finger into the bull's chest I laid
out one basic rule. He was not allowed to touch my girl in any way. He was
going to be an instrument to teach my slut what happens to naughty girls,
but he was NOT allowed to lay one finger on her during it or he'd suffer the
consequences. At his eager nod, all I could do was thank my lucky stars that
his hormones were racing and they'd left his brain defenseless.

I walked over to my pet and in a very quiet soothing tone, simply said, "You
are my very good boy" and wrapped some twine that I had gotten from
somewhere around his wrists. My hand caressed the top of his head for a
heart filled moment, then I sunk my fist into his long hair and led him
scrambling on his knees to that raging bull. The power rush that I got at
that moment was heady enough to make my pussy wet and my soul to start
flying. I could hear my pet whimper in half fear - half lust and I could see
the bull's pants strain to contain his cock. As I watched, he reached down
and just grabbed himself, squeezing that pulsing organ in absolute lust. He
couldn't wait to get a chance to be in my pet.

I stopped leading my pet when he was kneeling exactly at the bull's feet. My
hands knotted in my pet's hair and I lifted him till his face was pressed
against the front of the bull's pants. With one last warning look at the
bull not to touch, I asked my pet if he needed help in learning how to
behave more like a lady. When mere mumbled words were spoken into the bull's
crotch, I tightened my hand deeper in my pet's locks and ground his face
against the bull's hard cock. "You little tramp!  This is what you want, isn
't it?! Tell me the truth or I'll take you over my knee right now and spank
you bloody!" With a very lusty and deep groan, my pet slowly nodded. I could
see the tent he was making inside his black skirt and I knew hadn't had time
to touch himself, but boy that little bell was busy ringing among the
tightened ribbon.

"Open your mouth, you little slut" I demanded. Then keeping my grip tight at
the back of his head, I slid his wet mouth all over the outline of that bull
's cock. I wanted, needed him to get as in lust at that moment as I was. He
was going to want this desperately before I would slip his leash and let him
taste that man-meat that he had been craving so long. "Lick his shaft right
thru his pants, slut. Do it! I bet if you did a really good job and showed
this man JUST how badly you wanted to taste him, he might give that slutty
mouth of yours something better to do. DO it, I said!" When I finished that
sentence and saw the look of absolute depraved humiliation cross my pets
face, I could feel the moisture gathering between my legs.

Part 3

Pet's tongue touched the top of his lip, then he slowly leaned forward
enough to lick the long length the bull's shaft. (Mmm.) Looking up, I could
see the bull watching every movement of my kneeling pet. Every lick caused a
tight grimace of desirous agony to cross his face.  "Unzip your pants and
drop them, you horny beastie" I told our witless waiter.  Two seconds later,
his pants were pooled on the floor. I held my pet at bay by the scruff at
his neck. I was going to lead this dance and these two boys had better learn
it quickly. I pulled pet by the hair and got him into place again. Just a
few inches away from that which he wanted. "Do you want that, you man-slut?
Do you??" A deep guttural moan was my only reply. "You're going to have to
do MUCH better than that. Stick your tongue out as far as it can go. You
heard me! Stick that tongue out!" With unshed tears shining in his eyes, he
stuck his tongue out as far as was possible. With his mouth opened in
surrender, tongue lewdly stuck out and with his head tilted backwards, my
pet looked absolutely delicious and I had my first orgasm.

<swoon>

"Don't just stand there with your dick in your hands! Take it and slap that
slut in the face with it." With that, an expression of cruelty crossed the
bull's face and taking his big cock in hand, he stepped as close as he could
to pet without knocking him over and slapped him gently across the face with
it. I could see the wetness glistening at the tip and knew by the end of
this evening, pets make-up would be demolished. Bull started to understand
the nature of the game and without touching one hair on my pet's head, he
began his torment. He lightly began tapping his cockhead against my pet's
outstretched tongue, teasingly sliding it along the length of his tongue
then back out again to slap his cheek smartly. I could see the submission
and lust for more start to cloud pets face.

"Slide it in now. Let's see how good a cocksucker she can be" I said. As the
horny bull-like waiter started sliding into pet's wide open mouth, I stepped
directly behind pet and pulled at his shoulders till the back of his head
was nestled between my breasts. When he finally slid all the way in my pet's
mouth for the first time, I was there with an arm across his shoulder,
holding his chin firmly in place.

At the first feel of pet's mouth surrounding him fully, the bull let out a
groan that seemed to start at the pit of his soul and traveled for years to
finally find it's escape. (Another fantasy brought to life?) His hands
instinctively went to grab pet's head and drag that warm, wet mouth down
tighter onto his overheated cock.

My free hand immediately found one of the bull's nipples and twisted with
absolute cruelty, not intending to stop till he removed his hands from my
pet. "This is MY property <nails biting flesh>.  MINE!  <twisting> YOU do
NOT touch. <pulling>. Do you hear me?!"  His shoulders bowed inward and a
hand reached up to grab my wrist to stop the pain being inflicted on him,
but I just twisted all the more. "Are you going to be a good little beastie?
Or shall I take this nipple home with me as a souvenir?  Hmm? Tell me that
you are going to be a good little beastie. Tell me." <nails cruelly
pinching>

"ohghod, I'll be good. I'll be a good little beastie for you. Just want that
gorgeous mouth ALL the way down on my cock. I'll do anything.  Make her do
it. Please, Ma'am, I'll be a good beastie. Ohghod, I can't take it,
 Please!!" With that he shivered in need and his cock dribbled and bobbed in
pets mouth without him even being aware of it.

"It seems you ARE a good little cocksucker, pet! All those times you
slobbered all over my strap on seems to have paid off! Since he was so
apologetic, why don't you give our little beastie what he is asking for? I
do think he's going to have to prove that he deserves anything more.  So
you, my horny cock-sucking slut, are going to have to keep him from cumming.
That should keep you both occupied for a little while at least".

Lol, torturous! The loop created by this was tremendous! I know how ravenous
pet gets when he's in submissive heat, so trying to hold back from giving
his all and doing it "too well" is going to be something worth watching. By
keeping the beastie on edge and not allowing him to cum without permission,
I was taking something from him that I doubt was ever given freely.  And I
had a front row sea! Life can be good when you are wicked.

My words had the affect of slipping the emotional leash off my pet. He
scooted closer to the beastie, until he was practically kneeling between his
spread legs and started to lap at his balls. The affect on the standing man
was obvious. His hands clenched and unclenched in frustrated need to capture
that warm willing fuckhole, while his mouth went slack and legs trembled,
both from trying NOT to touch and to not cum. His thinking was that the
longer he could make this last, the more pleasure he would have.

I stepped around them both till I was half hiding behind the beastie and
slipping my hand down, I caught his cock and slowly moved it so it was
dangling off the tip of pet's tongue. When I saw pet's lips slowly start to
polish beastie's cockhead, I realized that I needed more. The desperate,
submissive lust that pet felt was in was heady stuff and it only made my own
need grow. Lifting my skirt till it rested high on my thighs, I took one of
those thick meaty hands of my slow-thinking beastie and placed it high up on
my thigh. Two seconds later, he was twisted round with his mouth on mine and
a thick, long finger was sliding in and out of my very wet pussy. I captured
his wrist in mine and kept the motion exactly as I needed it.

I grabbed up a handful of pet's long hair and forced him deeper and harder
onto the beastie's cock. With my pussy getting just what it needed and
seeing pet's eager mouth moving double time over that long hard tool I had
found him, I came . and came ... and came. I could feel the moisture
trickling down my thighs.

Two seconds later, beastie was whimpering in the back of his throat with the
need to cum. Pet was going down on him with a vengeance. The lust flowed
between the two like a current and lucky me had my finger on the only button
that would release them.

"Finish him, pet. I want to hear the sounds you make as you slurp up his
cum, my little slut". That was all it took. My voice giving permission was
all they both needed to cum together. One buried deep inside the others
warm, willing mouth. The other with his dainty bell ringing as it brushed up
against the softness of a silky short skirt. I could hear the sounds of
their mingled moans and grunts as they shot their loads in a remarkable show
of unplanned timing.

Pet knelt there while sucking and licking him clean in absolute submissive
heaven, while our beastie waiter toyed with a lock of hair and wrapped it
round his finger.

My hands lifted pet till I could look him in the eye easily. Make up
smudged, lipstick a bit battered and glassy eyes are what I found. At that
moment, I wanted only one thing from my pet. With thumb gently smearing an
outline thru what was left of the ruby lipstick he wore, I asked him simply
and with great meaning "Just who do you belong to now, my good little pet?"

Understanding and utter devotion flared in his eyes and in the lowest, most
?complete?  sounding voice I have yet to hear, he simply replied "Yours,
Mistress. I am all yours" With that spoken aloud for the first time between
us, something settled itself in me. The cynic in me refuses to say the earth
moved, but something got shaken to its foundations in that very instance.

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