A Virgin Tail

He knew she was aware of him, even with the blindfold blocking her vision. His very presence gave her goose bumps and she shivered. Inhaling deeply, he ran his hands through her tight curls. She didn’t move. He didn’t expect her to. He had told her to be there for dinner at six. So she was there.

He had also told her that tonight he would be fucking her virgin ass; and that she would thank him after. Tightening his hands in her hair, he tipped her head back. Her hands, bound and tied to the chair behind her back, clenched into fists. She gasped as one hand came free from her curls and connected with her cheek. “What do you say?”

“Thank you.” She bit each word off.

“Thank you…?”

“Thank you for dinner.” The words were fired off one by one.

“Thank you for dinner…?” She hesitated and his hand connected with her ebony flesh.

“Thank you for dinner, Sir.” He chuckled at her pitiful attempt at rebellion.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She was here because she wanted, no, needed, to be dominated and they both knew it.

He untied her hands from the chair and pulled her upright. He walked her across the room, across the luxurious carpet to the cold tile of his formal playroom. He watched her stiffen, pausing as her feet hit the tiles and she realized where he was taking her. Grabbing a chain hanging from the ceiling, he raised her arms behind her, forcing her forward and down. He linked her ropes to the chain, she was now on her toes. He stepped back, admiring her sleek body. The candlelight flickered in shadows over her ass. Her dusky breasts hung down, with their pointed nipples and large aureoles calling out to him.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out the stainless steel nipple clamps he’d had made for her. Stroking her with one hand to distract her, he expertly affixed one clamp to her left nipple. She tried to shy away. He adorned the right nipple, linking the two with their chain and tugged until she flinched.

He pondered the best part of a woman’s body. Was it the hollow at the base of her throat or the dimple at the base of her spine? No, it had to be the female ass. He was obsessed with women’s bottoms, derrieres; it didn’t matter what you called it. The female ass, the sole reason he became a Dom. So he could see them whenever he wanted, and do to them whatever he wished.

He picked up a leather riding crop. With no warning he struck her left buttock and she cried out. “That was for pausing when your feet hit the tile.” A second strike fell on her right buttock. She bit her lip, but made no noise. “That was for shifting when I applied the clamp.” A third strike. “That was for flinching when I pulled the chain.” She was silent.

He made it very clear where she had gone wrong. He was starting slowly, just for her. He wanted her to get it right, so he was patient. “Do you understand?” “Yes Sir.” No hesitation this time; she was learning. He inspected her ass, her cocoa skin showed no sign of the lashes. He stroked her flesh, admiring how white his skin looked against hers.

He picked out a vibrator, turned it on low and held it to her sex. Within seconds she was shifting, trying to get it on just the right spot. Without moving the vibrator he grabbed the crop from where he had set it on the floor and administered another blow. “Did I give you permission to move?” “No Sir.” Her answer came quicker. He smiled; she wanted more of the vibrator. He turned it up halfway and watched as she trembled.

She moved one foot to the left; he brought the crop down hard. This time she sucked in air, panting as the pain in her ass met the pleasure of the vibrator on her clit. He didn’t let up the pressure of the vibrator. Each time she moved, the crop connected with her ass.

“Please Sir!” She was begging, whimpering in her need.

“Please what? Do you need something?” He wanted to hear her say it.

“Please Sir, may I come?”

The desperation in her voice made him hard. He turned up the vibrator a bit more. “Not yet.”

She was crying in her need. “Please Sir, may I come? Please?”

“No!” He rubbed her ass as she mewled in frustration, lubing the entrance to her tight hole. As he took her closer to her climax, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard cock and lubed it up.

Moving behind her, he kept the wand on her throbbing clit. “Hold it longer,” he instructed. “But Sir, please, may I come?” Tears were streaming down her face past the blindfold; this sensation overload was new to her. And he was going to take her over the edge.

She could barely breathe she was so ready to come. But she froze as his cock pressed against her virgin anus. “Oh Sir, not…” He pressed the vibrator hard against her clit and she shuddered. “Ohhhh…please may I come Sir?”

“You can come,” he decreed, hitting the maximum setting on the vibrator. She screamed as she came, her body convulsing. Without hesitation, he pushed his stiff cock into her ass. Her cries took on a desperate tone as he sank into her tight hole. Her orgasm waned, but his thrusts made her pant again. He drove into her, faster and faster.

Holding her hips, he rode her ass towards his climax. Her squeals of pain turned to cries of ecstasy. “Oh Sir, that feels so good! Please Sir, fuck my ass!”

Her excitement turned him on, eliciting pleasure he hadn’t expected. He felt the pressure building in his balls and kept pumping.

“Oh I need to come…please…oh Sir!” Her sudden need caught him off guard.

“You can come,” he panted.

Her anal orgasm triggered his most explosive orgasm ever. He came deep in her ass, her muscle contractions draining him.

“Thank you Sir!” She was his.

Shayna York

Shayna York writes erotica; sexy, steamy fiction. She is the raunchy alter-ego of a 30-something woman who was born and raised in Ottawa, Canada. By day, she works in the field of communications, planning events and making things happen. Shayna believes erotica is all about getting your mind tuned in and your body turned on! Her first published story, 12 Steps to Desire is available now at: www.pinkpetalbooks.com!

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