Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  Sometimes at the end of our sessions she asks me if i want a hug and holds her arms out for me to embrace her. Sometimes I feel her breasts against mine through all of our clothing. One time her hand accidentally brushed past my erect nipple and I almost moaned from the pleasure.

  Recently, I began to talk about a time when I was attacked sexually by a man who was older than I was. I spoke of the very sexual things he did to me and as I talked about this I got more aroused. The truth is that the actual incident was not a good time or even sexually arousing. However, talking about it in front of Irene was a huge turn on. At one point I did cry a little and she came over and sat by me on the couch and held me while I cried.

  One day I was talking about how my sexual drive had been destroyed by being repeatedly attacked and she scooted over to the couch and sat by me. I was wearing some loose fitting shorts. I was surprised when she ran her warm soft hand palm open against my skin up the outside of my shorts and along my thigh.

  She said "You were so brave"

  My clitoris was rock hard. I had to hold back my breathing. I think she thought my fast breathing was a flashback because she started to touch me more and tried to assure me that I was safe. While doing this she slid her hand over my knee and a little way into the inside of my thigh. My back arched a little at that point and I prayed she did not notice it. She asked me if I was uncomfortable.

  I told her "Yes a little bit."

  She asked if she could sit in front of me on the floor. I was taken aback but was curious and I told her that it was okay to do that. She got down on the floor and was sitting so that her line of sight was directly between my legs. She started to rub her hands all over my legs. At this point I could no longer control my breathing and I was clearly aroused. She told me that it was okay and that I could trust her. She pulled my legs apart a little and asked if I would show her what I meant when I said the man had grabbed my crotch. Her voice was so loving and soft. I told her that I was embarrassed.

  "None of it was your fault. If you reacted sexually to him that is normal." Irene said

  I was worried what she would think when she saw how drenched and horny my pussy was. I spread my legs and she ran her hand up the inside of my right thigh. As her hand reached the top of my leg her finger grazed my crotch. I moaned. She worked a little more at spreading my legs. She managed to pull my shorts aside so that at this point she could see my drenched underwear.

  She groaned a little and said "I can see this rape was very deep for you."

  I was so turned on that I could not talk. She pulled my underwear to the side so that my labia slid out into view. They were wet, red and swollen. She smiled. She reached out and grabbed on of my labia and tugged it open. I almost had an orgasm right then. She took the tip of her finger and ran it softly over my very hard and visible clitoris. My pussy contracted. She spoke in a very soft voice again as though she were caressing me with her voice.

  She said "I see now what happened to you. We can work on this and get back your sexuality again"

  I went home and masturbated every chance I had because I was so uncontrollably aroused.

  The next week when I went to see Irene I was wearing a skirt with no panties. She asked me how i had been. I told her that I felt confused. She held my hand and talked softly to me.

  She said "I know this is unconventional but you are special to me and I know that I can help you open up sexually and have a fulfilled life."

  Her hand slid up over my knee and tickled my thigh. The heavy breathing started again and so did the wetness. This time she just sat on the floor in front of me without asking first. She rubbed her hands all over my legs again and tapped inside my knees indicating that she wanted me to spread my legs. I obliged. She looked delighted at seeing my bare crotch. She reached between my legs and ran the tip of her finger inside the lips of my engorged pussy. When her finger reached the head of my clitoris I bucked.

  She said "Good, that is normal. Just let your body go."

  At that she rubbed up over the top of my clitoris and I uncontrollably thrust my hips forward. I was clearly highly sexually aroused. She backed off a little and rubbed my thighs again. She came back and tickled the outside of my labia. They were so swollen that my vagina was visible between the gaps. I was wet. My pussy ached with desire.

  I had no control over my body anymore. I could hear Irene breathing hard too now. She inserted two of her fingers into my vagina and I saw stars. The feeling of her knuckles sliding into the wetness was incredible. I was thrusting forward and wetting her so much that even her wrists were wet. I could not stop even if I wanted to. It was out of my control. My body was so aroused that I could not help but hump her hand. I could not believe what was happening. Once again she said

  "That's it. There you go. Let all that pain out and let the pleasure overcome you."

  That's all it took. I rubbed my pussy into her hand so hard that I was grinding my clitoris on her wrist bone. It was uncontrollable. I could not stop myself from grinding forward. I came so hard that I growled and grunted at the same time. She looked serious but pleased. She told me that I was making great progress and she was proud of me.

  As I was still twitching from the intense orgasm she turned and pulled a towel out of her drawer and started wiping her hands on it. The towel was wet with my juice.

  I started to feel embarrassed and even though I was still having orgasmic spasms on her couch I felt ashamed. She sat and watched me quietly while my body continued to jerk from the orgasm. My breathing was beyond ragged and I could not help but moan and she wasn't even touching me anymore. She was just watching. She looked extremely interested and compassionate.

  Irene patted my knee and smiled. She got up off of the floor and said that we need to reschedule next week. She asked if I could come in a little early next week. I nodded because I was still unable to speak. I could hardly walk as I got up to leave her office. I looked back and there was a big wet spot on her couch. I said

  "Oh I am so sorry. "

  She ran her hand down my back.

  "It's okay sweetie. It's perfectly natural and you will learn that."

  I turned to walk out her office door and saw her next patient waiting in the waiting room. I felt jealous.

  The End.

  The First Date

  "I had always wondered how our paths had never really crossed, all things considered"

  "Yeah, its strange to think we were in the same places at the same times so often but we never really found each other until now"

  I had wanted her for quite a while and so I was excited when she asked me out for drinks. We had known each other casually for years, but when we first met she was married and I hadn't come out yet... I never could have imagined we'd end up hanging out; I certainly didn't expect what happened next.

  We'd sat together having a few beers and talking about sports, school, work, life – a little bit of everything. We started out a couple feet apart in the booth, but as the night progressed we scooted closer and closer until our legs were just barely touching. With every inch she moved closer to me, my mouth got dry, my heart beat faster, and I could feel my pussy tingle in a way it hadn't in a very long time.

  When I said I was too tipsy to go home and she invited me to come crash at her place, I jumped at the chance. I wasn't even sure at first if it was a date or if it was just hockey teammates hanging out together. I figured if I was going to find out, this was my chance. I followed her the couple of blocks to her place; it was just before Christmas and I wasn't even sure my little truck was going to make it through the snow to her house so she drove slowly to make sure she didn't lose me.

  As I pulled up in front of her house, my mind was racing. I was hoping so desperately that the night would end with a kiss. My heart was pounding so hard I thought she'd be able to hear it, my frozen hands suddenly got clammy and as I fantasized about what I would like to have happen next, I carefully made my way to her door. Getting past her dog, who wasn't t
oo sure about me, turned out to be the only obstacle in my path.

  I entered her house and flipped off my wet shoes and tried to shake off the cold. She offered me a quick tour which ended at her bedroom. Since I was planning to stay as I was in no shape to drive home, I stood in front of her bed nervously and she finished up the tour by saying, "and this is my bedroom". No sooner did the words leave her mouth then she tossed the door shut and moved towards me with a ferocity I hadn't expected. With two steps she was away from the door and her arms were wrapped around me, her lips pressed against mine. My knees buckled a bit as she parted my lips with her tongue and kissed me passionately, our tongues dancing together. Clearly this was a first date, and even more clearly, I was about to give it up on the first date.

  She began tearing at my clothes and I eagerly let them fall to the floor. I'd never had anyone undress me before so I was caught a little off guard at her abandon. Besides, we'd changed in the locker room together plenty of times so I figured she knew what she was getting.

  She pushed me back on the bed and continued to kiss me on the lips and then on my neck. Her warm breath on my skin gave me goosebumps and made my pussy throb and ache. She took one of my tits in her hand, the look on her face told me she approved of their size, then took my nipple into her mouth. She gently spun her tongue around it in circles, then flicked and sucked on my nipple before moving to the other one. As she worked my nipples with her tongue and held the weight of my tits in her hands, I could only bite my lip in anticipation. By now my pussy was throbbing and dripping wet.

  As her hand reached down to my warm wet pussy, I thought I might explode as soon as she touched me. She let out a sort of evil sounding giggle as her hand reached my wetness; kind of an "oh, you're one of those..." My pussy was aching for her touch and as she gently parted my slit with her fingers and worked my clit, I let out a moan that let her know I was enjoying what she was doing. She rubbed my pink, swollen clit with her fingers and though I didn't say anything, she seemed to know exactly what I wanted. She slowly slid her face down between my tits until I could feel the warmth of her breathing mixing in with the warm wetness of my pussy. As she spread my legs apart, my pussy and my body were begging for her to eat me out. The anticipation of her tongue and her hot mouth on my pussy was almost more than I could stand.

  She lapped at my wetness with her tongue, with each flick and touch sending me into a higher orbit of ecstasy. My juices were flowing freely and every time my pussy put out a little more wetness, she opened her mouth and drank it up eagerly. She worked her finger in and out of my pussy, gently pushing on my g-spot and then she would go back to working my clit with her tongue. When my juices would start to drip she would take my clit into her mouth and suck it gently, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. I felt her tongue slide in and out of my pussy over and over... I felt like I was going to have to be peeled off the ceiling!

  As she worked me closer and closer to orgasm, I grabbed her head and held her close to me. I loved her tongue fucking my wet pussy and I didn't ever want it to end. Every few flicks of the tongue would make my legs involuntarily close, shaking from the fatigue of trying to hold back a massive orgasm, and she would push them back apart and go right back to work on my clit. She worked at it feverishly, getting faster and faster and sucking on my clit harder and harder as I pushed her face into my wetness. I couldn't hold off any longer; my legs began to shake, my feet and legs were tingling, my nipples hardened without even a touch. As I was on the verge of cumming, my body moved away but she followed it sucking and licking until my pussy exploded. I let out a scream of pure pleasure like never before as every bit of my pussy juice was being licked up and savored. As I was in the throes of orgasm, every motion of her tongue to lap up my juices sent me into another orgasm. I couldn't speak or control my body, I could only lay there and try to catch my breath as orgasm after orgasm rolled through my body.

  As she finally finished lapping up the last of my wetness, I was laying there trying to breathe, taking in what had happened and fantasizing about returning the favor. As she crawled up the bed and kissed me, I could taste myself on her lips and it made my still swollen clit throb. I was ready to cuddle up and get some shut eye when she looked at me and said "So, do you like toys?"

  The End.

  A Strip Whipping!

  My name is Mistress J. I reconnected with an old boyfriend named M who in the past was quite submissive but took quite good care of me orally. I got a surprise call from him one day and catching me in a good mood I decided to try a few experimental dates. I wasn't surprised finding over the phone that M had fallen into female domination and discipline. The day I left him I sucked his cock spitting his semen all over his bare cheeks and proceeded to spank it off with my bare hand until his entire cheeks were bright red. He was still squirming as if he was still getting spanked long after I stopped. Making him submit to this harsh spanking almost talked me into staying but I decided I had to leave for the good of both of us. The day I left I always had regrets because I never found another man whom I could trust. M openly confessed that he has had several Femdom relationships and to my surprise this happened because of his first initiation into the spanking that I gave him. He told me he had deep regrets the very day I left knowing that if I only incorporated female domination into our relationship things could have got better. I actually agreed with him but suggested we cannot do anything about the past only in the future and since both of us are free I suggested we have a few trial dates and start over.

  We agreed over the phone that it would be appropriate for me to give M an over the knee bare bottom spanking with M giving me a blank check on how hard I could spank him. I told him that he shouldn't worry because by the time I was finished spanking him his ass would be toasted hot. Truthfully both of us were quite hot to perform this coming home ceremony. We actually decided over the phone just to give each other a quick hug and a kiss at the door and immediately start the spanking. M gave me directions to his house and actually moved his car so I could have his parking spot in the carport. I quickly drove over to his house and parked in the empty spot walking up to the second floor condo and knocked on the door. Greeting me with a big smile on his face was that a handsome sexy mustached stud with a ponytail. As planned we gave each other a kiss on the mouth and a hug pressing my huge breasts into his chest. I was a little nervous but I was also excited at the same time.

  M was wearing a pair of blue jeans where he had cut out the cheeks perfectly for giving a spanking. I had told him I wasn't interested in looking at his cock on our first date so this little idea of his solved the problem perfectly bearing his buttcheeks which I was only interested in punishing. He had placed a chair in the middle of the living room as planned so I sat down and pulled him over my lap so that my stronger right hand could do all the spanking. Thinking about what could have been actually made me want to give him an even more intense paddling. I wanted to sear into his very being how much I wanted to dominate him. Telling him to lie still I began the spanking working on his tender lower cheeks snapping my fingers as I spanked. I have a technique of hand slapping using my fingernails scratching and digging as I spanked him. I was glad the door was closed because after about the fourth swat he was already crying out and didn't stop until I was finished. I loved watching him bouncing up and down on my lap as I swatted him. I could see my hand disappearing into his flesh and as it rose away a new red handprint appeared along with some scratches from my nails. I actually enjoyed spanking M who more than deserved everything I could give him for punishment. I think I spanked him for a good ten minutes before I allowed him to slither on the floor crying in tears.

  We went to dinner that night finding a private booth to talk about our new arrangement. I decided I didn't want another relationship like we had before scarcely considering being his fulltime Mistress. The idea of being paid to give my ex-lover a whipping turned me on. I really didn't want to be paid in cash but preferred fancy dinners, cloth
ing, and gifts instead. I told him that I would take him shopping where he would buy me whatever I wished and in return we would have a private session one he would never forget. M agreed with a nasty smile on his face. I told him the spanking I gave him today would cost him today's dinner and another one next week.

  After the initial introductory spanking I began disciplining M twice a month. We usually would go out shopping first deciding on what to buy and the amount which more than paid for the session the following night. I decided that being a lady I wanted to go to dinner the night I disciplined my slave because going out to a nice restaurant made the event even more special. I didn't want to just go to his place to give him a beating and leave without celebrating. I wanted both of us to feel special even though he suffered through a whipping. I found that men are just like children and have to be nurtured after good whipping. Spending time afterwards is important for the relationship and for both of our well being. I didn't want M to think it I was just in it to beat the sins out of him every week and not establish a real loving relationship. We both enjoyed talking about the whippings afterwards as well as consequences and things we both could do to improve our lives. We actually got a lot closer even though we were not having sex. Every whipping I watched a strong handsome man strip naked for me putting his total trust in whatever way I chose to punish him. This was a real turning point for me because now I had M even though he was my slave I became more loving and caring for him because of the trust he put in me.

  M liked the idea of being whipped before an altar and candles with me being the representative of the goddess. I liked the idea of him being respectful and worshiping fact that I was the goddess in human form and then I was a representative of female superiority. I didn't want to get into a set a way of doing the same session over and over again because I liked to use surprise and variety to make the sessions more exciting. Both of us liked talking over the phone to do some pre-planning for the session so that I could decide before and whether I wanted to a specific thing or not. M was quite open to most anything giving me quite a variety of nasty things to choose from to do to him. The more I learned about his past experiences the more I regretted leaving him because even though all those nasty things were in my mind I thought I was living with a fairly straight guy and come to find out he was quite open to almost anything. I decided to take on the Biblical named Delilah and call my slave Samson. I worked out several hair removal scenarios that worked well with the Biblical theme of removing power whenever you remove Samson's hair and slowly shaving my slave until he was totally under my power.