BlueEyedKatia

So, last night Tatiana came to the dorms to help me get ready. She brought me the most lovely little vinyl strapless minidress and a pair of heeled mary-janes. She twisted my hair up in an intricate updo on top of my head, and told me I should leave my face bare. Right before I left, she stroked my face and told me she was proud of what I'm becoming. She looked very sad, and my heart ached for her, but I knew that this was all for the best.

I took the bus downtown, and I could feel disapproving eyes on me. I thought that everyone was staring, and I became very nervous. My legs wouldn't stop trembling, and it only got worse as I got off the bus and walked to the club where I was told to meet Him.

Inside the club they were playing some kind of heavy industrial music, I could feel it pounding in my stomach. I was so anxious, I thought I might throw up. And that's when I saw Him. He had broken away from the crowd to approach me, and I was in awe, as I always am of Him. His glorious hair was unbound, flowing down His back. He was dressed all in black, snug vinyl pants and a black shirt out of some shiny soft material. His dark eyes seemed to devour my body, from head to toe, and the gleam in them sent a shiver through me.

He took me by my elbow, a tad roughly, and started to lead me back the way I came. I was confused as He tugged me through the door of the club, but I didn't argue. I just prayed that I hadn't displeased Him, that He wasn't sending me home.

But no, He simply led me to His car and gently pushed me into the front seat. My heart was pounding as He drove through the brightly lit streets of our beautiful city. We drove into the more suburban areas, and finally stopped in front of a sprawling ranch style home. He came around to my side, and took my hand to lift me out of the car, then rushed me to the door.

The living room He led me to was softly lighted, and empty but for a leather couch, a beautiful ornate wrought iron and glass coffee table, and a large black cabinet. He slipped behind me and pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder, then whispered in my ear for me to remove the dress, His hand gently lowering the zipper at the back. I slipped the dress over my hips and let it fall to the floor, and stood before Him in only my panties and heels. He moved in front of me and looked over my body. He told me that when He saw me walk into the club looking so delectable, He knew that we had to leave right then. That He couldn't bear another moment of having me in front of all those people. He slipped His hands behind my neck and pulled me forward, kissing me roughly. While His lips pressed against mine, His hands worked to free the pins from my hair, letting it fall over my back and shoulders.

Without warning, He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back from the kiss. He smiled devilishly, and began pulling me toward another room. When He flicked on the light, I realized we were in a bathroom, and my nervousness returned full force. He stroked His hands down my sides to my hips, then roughly yanked down my panties, letting them fall around my ankles. He ran his hands over the curve of my ass, squeezing me and stroking my skin. He backed away and pulled something out of the cabinet, a pouch with a long tube. Even I recognized it. An enema.

He pushed me down onto my knees, then shoved my head forward until my cheek rested on the cold tile. I whimpered as my ass was penetrated for the first time, by the cold plastic at the end of the tube. Suddenly, I could feel the rush of fluid inside me, filling my bowels. My stomach cramped, fighting against it, but He gently stroked my back and shushed me. After what seemed like an eternity, He removed the nozzle from my hole. Immediately my stomach seized up, but He shook His head, asking me to hold it in as long as I could. Finally, He lifted me up and set me on the toilet. He forced me to look up into his eyes and tweaked my nipples roughly, even after i began to feel my filth leaving my body. When I was empty, He lifted me up and shoved me into His shower. I watched Him slip out of His clothes and climb in with me. He turned on the water and then scrubbed me down, making sure every part of me was completely clean.

After our shower, He led me back into the living room and started pulling things from the cabinet, leaving me naked and shivering. He then pulled me over to the coffee table, forcing me to kneel beside it. He pulled my arms over the table, crushing my breasts against the cold glass, and shackled my wrists to a bolt on the other side. I was trapped, bent over this table, every private part of me exposed to Him.

He knelt in front of me, pulling up my face to look into my eyes. Cupping my chin in His hand, He brought up His cock to brush against my lips. I opened my mouth for him, and took the first real cock I've ever had into me. I did my best, and He instructed me on how to suck, how to move my tongue, how to relax my throat. Finally He was fucking my mouth, gagging me, then suddenly my mouth was filling up with salty liquid warmth. I struggled not to choke, and swallow what He had given me.

He stroked my chin as He pulled away, then stood and walked around to the other side of me. I struggled to turn, to see Him, but I felt him first. He spread my legs far apart, and lay beneath me, His head right below my dripping pussy. When His tongue touched my clit, I felt like I was going to explode. He lapped at me, nipped and stroked, making me arch on the table. His hands reached up to my ass, and He spread my cheeks, exposing me. When I felt His finger press against my asshole, I cried out, but He pressed on. First one finger, then two, twisting and stretching me, making me tremble. All while He continued tonguing my sensitive pussy. And when I came, He thrust His fingers in all the way to the knuckles, turning my cries into screams.

He pulled His fingers out of me and sat up, laughing softly at me for being so loud. He went to the cabinet again and returned with a ball gag, then force it into my mouth and secured it behind my head. He stroked my cheek and told me how beautiful I was.

When He walked around behind me again I was at a loss. I knew He had cum in my mouth and thought that men needed more time to be able to do it again. But then He stroked that delicious hardness against my ass, and I knew I was in for much more. He shifted down, stroking the head against my wet folds, and when He came into contact with my clit, I whimpered. The next thing I knew, He was sliding inside me. I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. He started off slow, and easy, but soon He was thrusting into me, and every time it felt like He went deeper into me. I came so violently, my wrists were tearing against the shackles. I felt Him slipping out of me, soaked from my juices, and suppressed the little twinge of disappointment. But then I felt Him pressing against my other hole. Slowly He pressed until the head started to ease in. The pain was excruciating, but soon, it was joined by a sort of building pleasurable pressure. He thrust gently into my ass over and over again until I felt another orgasm take over me. I clenched and bucked, and then suddenly I could feel Him, spurting into me, warmth spreading through me. After He finished, I felt myself sag over the table, exhausted. He stood and unshackled me, then lifted me into His arms and gently carried me to His bedroom. He lay me on His bed and curled around me, pulling my back against His chest and holding me while I fell asleep.

This morning I woke up in the arms of the first man to ever be inside me. He drove me home before He had to go to work, but left me with a promise that He would call in a day or two. I have never felt so wonderful. I hope He calls soon.

I went out last night with Tatiana. My relationship with her has started making me sad, she truly wants me to find my own master or mistress. So I was dealing with a little bit of depression, but keeping it locked in. I didn't want her to see. But in the midst of all my sadness, He noticed me.

I have never seen anything like Him. His dark penetrating eyes seemed to bore right down into the core of me. He dwarfs me in height, but has a slender lean muscled frame straight out of my schoolgirl fantasies. He keeps His glorious dark hair in a braid straight down His beautiful back. He spoke to me in a deep resonating voice that sent shivers through me. 

He asked me what was wrong, leading me gently away from Tatiana's side, into a private booth. I tried to deny my sadness, but He saw through me. He told me that it pained Him to see such sadness in such a lovely little thing's eyes.

I spent the entire night just speaking with Him, His hands stroking my hair with an amazingly gentle possessiveness. I bared my soul to Him, and He made me feel treasured. He wants me under His protection and tutelage. Tonight I am to go to Him. I dare not hope, but perhaps I have truly found the One who can make me blossom. I want this man, this beautiful man, to be my first, and perhaps my only. I hope that by the end of the night, I will be able to call Him my Master.

I just have a quick question. I am used to people saying and spelling my name wrong, its happened all my life. But spelling it wrong in a message on here? When its in my screen name? How could someone really be that dumb?

It was brought to my attention that I should post more about what I am looking for, so here goes. I've already stated that I have a hard age limit of 35. I mean it, I am not interested in anyone over 35, period. I am also more interested in women than I am men, although the right man can change that. I enjoy masters or mistresses who are cruel, but with a tender streak. I enjoy being made to feel like a beloved pet or a prized possession. At the moment, due to my situation, I am only looking for discreet online play. If this changes, I will let you know. And I know it will upset some of you that I am talking about all the things I want, but I am not just some broken slave. I am submissive because I enjoy pleasing people, and I enjoy giving up the control to them.

The hard limits I know I have so far are:

children

animals

bathroom play

permanent scarring

I will no doubt add to these things once I have begun exploring more.