Trained To Submit: First Time BDSM Story

by Natalie Secrets

  Amy kissed me and played with my cock to get it hard again. In moments she was riding me in the Cowgirl position, her hands on my shoulders and her tongue in my mouth. Strange, her pussy felt just like her mom’s had a few days before when she'd done the same thing.

  ‘Do you think my mum’s any good in bed?’ Amy said as she rode up and down on my prick.

  ‘I would think so, yes,’ I said.

  ‘Mmm, I suppose she is,’ Amy said, slowing her rhythm a little. ‘It’s hard to think about your mum having sex.’

  ‘What’s on your mind?’ I asked, tweaking her rosebud pink nipples.

  ‘Oh, it’s just that I found a DVD in her home office. She’d left it in her PC and didn’t realise, I think,’ Amy told me.

  ‘What kind of DVD?’ I asked.

  Amy giggled and said, ‘Well, I watched some of it. Jesus, it was very nasty!’

  ‘How do you mean, very nasty?’

  ‘It was a erotic film.’ Amy said. ‘Two guys with hoods on, slapping and beating this very beautiful brunette girl and shoving their dicks in every one of her holes, forcing her, ripping her clothes off, hitting her all the time and making her cry and scream. It was sick stuff, Andy. I dunno what mum would be watching shit like that for.’

  ‘A erotic film, that’s weird?’ I lied.

  ‘Yeah, I couldn’t believe my mum had watched something like that,’ Amy said.

  ‘Maybe it’s a fantasy of your mum’s, a lot of women like role-play, y’know that?’ I suggested.

  Amy nodded. ‘Maybe that’s it. Maybe mum’s mystery lover does that kind of stuff with her.’

  ‘Possibly,’ I agreed. ‘There’s no harm in it, if it’s consensual.’

  ‘I suppose not,’ Amy agreed.

  ‘Did you watch the entire movie?’ I asked.

  ‘Yeah, I did,’ Amy said.

  ‘Did it disgust you?’ I asked.

  ‘At first, yeah, but the more I watched it, the wetter I became, I’m ashamed to say.’

  ‘Perhaps I should play with you, to see if you’d like it?’ I suggested.

  Amy giggled and taunted, ‘Okay, try and take me then, you evil bastard!’

  Later that evening, my female flat-mate – Robyn - said it sounded as if Amy and I were having a full-on fight in my room, what with all the noise and sounds of slapping, beating, yelling and groaning, going on.

  ‘It was a kind of fight, I suppose,’ I told her.

  ‘How do you mean?’ Robyn asked, intrigued.

  ‘I was raping her,’ I said, coolly.

  ‘What did you say?’ Robyn asked; astounded at what she’d just heard.

  I smiled. ‘It’s cool...it was only play Amy’s into rough sex,’ I explained.

  ‘Oh-h, I see,’ Robyn said with a knowing grin. ‘And...was it a turn on for her?’

  ‘You heard the volume of her orgasm. What do you think?’ I said.

  Robin nodded and replied, ‘Yeah, she definitely enjoyed it.’

  Chapter 3

  My wild affair with Mrs Meredith Wall went on. It had been six months since we started. We'd explored a lot of dark areas, some of which was new to both of us. Sometimes she led me to stuff and other times I led her. Although Meredith was twenty-odd years older than me, her being fifty and me coming on for twenty-three, I was always the dominant one, which is exactly what she wanted.

  One weekend, she decided a trip away was what was needed. It was tricky, as her daughter Amy thought I was doing a gig, with a band, out of London, but I was actually shacked-up in a nice hotel on the South coast with her mom.

  The day before we went on our secret assignation, Meredith called me up and we had this conversation:

  ‘I’m having a vulva wax today, Andy.’

  ‘Mm, that’s good.’

  ‘You prefer it hairless...don’t you?’

  ‘Yeah, I do. I’m not keen on licking a bush!’

  ‘Don’t be mean!’

  ‘It wasn’t meant to be mean. I don’t like pubic hair, that’s all!’

  ‘Well I won’t have any after today.’

  ‘I can’t wait to see it. You have a beautiful cunt under that tangle of pubes that you let grow.’

  ‘Should I have my arse-crack done as well; d’you think?’

  ‘Yeah: That’s the idea isn’t it, smooth all over?’

  ‘You think I have a hairy ass then?’

  ‘Kind of, there’s some hair there that could come off, yeah.’

  ‘Okay, I’ll get the lot done.’

  ‘Good, I promise you I’ll eat you out for ages if you have it done, alright?’

  ‘Deal! Mm...I love being eaten by you.’

  Meredith picked me up in her red Alfa Romeo convertible on the Saturday morning and in a couple of hours we were walking down a secluded sandy beach near Rye in Sussex, with only the noise of the gulls and the surf as the backdrop to our adventure.

  ‘Do you love my daughter, sir?’ Meredith asked out of the blue as we walked along, arm in arm.

  ‘No. I like her a lot, but I’m not in love with her,’ I said.

  ‘Your honesty sometimes staggers me!’ Meredith said.

  ‘No point in lying. I don’t love Amy,’ I told her.

  ‘She’s a fuck-buddy, is that it, sir?’ Meredith asked.

  ‘A major part of it is physical, yeah,’ I said, wondering where this line of questioning was leading. I knew Meredith’s little ways by now.

  ‘I think she’s realistic about you too,’ Meredith told me. ‘What with you being so non-committal and all.’

  I stopped and looked at Meredith’s silky blonde hair blowing around her shoulders, many fine laughter lines sculpting her elegant features. What a great looking woman she was, I thought. I felt lucky to be in charge of such a Goddess. I kissed her hard. We embraced; our hands wild and roaming.

  ‘Come over here, sir,’ she said and took my hand and led me behind a big sand dune.

  ‘I have to take a piss,’ she said, giggling her head off.

  ‘I’ll watch,’ I said, kneeling level with her waist.

  ‘I was hoping you’d say that, sir,’ she said with a smile. In moments her red and black summer dress was up around her waist and her panties were down around her ankles. She flashed her bare cunt at me. ‘What do you think of my porn star fanny?’ she asked, skinning back her rubbery outer-labia, using both hands to afford me a good clear view. I stared at her clam, seeing the moist salmon-pink interior glinting in the bright sunshine.

  ‘Wow, amazing! That’s so much better. See, I told you there was a beautiful slit under all that barbed wire, you bimbo!’

  She giggled as she started peeing onto the sand beneath her, the hiss of her golden water sounding like a little mountain stream. How pleasurable it was to watch my older lover urinate in front of me so shamelessly. How far she had come from the frustrated housewife of six months ago, when she had contrived to set things up with me and share my prick with her horny eighteen-year old daughter.

  I put my hand under her dripping vagina and rubbed her smooth love lips, wetting my fingers and then bringing them up to my nose. I sniffed them as she watched, fascinated, then I sucked them, slowly and deliberately, afterwards leaning in and kissing her mouth, as three of my fingers glided up her cunt.

  ‘Mm...You’re sooh deliciously filthy, young Master,’ she sighed, ‘I don’t know what it about you, but there’s nothing I’d refuse you, you know that, don’t you?’

  ‘Yeah, I do...I know that,’ I whispered.

  ‘Oh-Oh-Oh!’ she groaned, and then quivered noticeably, as an internal spasm overtook her, the result of my sloshing fingers jabbing deep inside her. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. She stood up after squirting some love-juice onto the sand and shivered a couple of times, before she wiped her pussy on some tissues.

  ‘Did you cum?’ I asked.

  ‘I’m afraid I did, sir, yes,’ she replied, a guilty excited look in her eyes.

  I slapped her face, twice, on bo
th sides. She fell to the sand, whimpering, ‘Thank you, sir, thank you...’

  ‘C’mon, get your knickers up,’ I told her.

  She hauled up her white underwear and off we went down the beach, laughing and talking as though we were just an ordinary couple.

  Back at The George hotel, in Rye, a frumpy female receptionist made us laugh. When Meredith signed the register, she put our names down as Mr and Mrs Wall. The receptionist looked at us quizzically through thick black-framed glasses. She was a plain woman of about forty, with frizzy hair a long nose.

  ‘Will your son require a single room, or a divan in your room, Madam?’ she asked.

  I turned away from her desk, stifling a laugh. Meredith maintained her cool and said: ‘No, it is fine. My son always sleeps with me, it’s a family tradition!’

  The clerk coughed as though she’d just swallowed a fly and handed Meredith the plastic pass card for the room we’d booked, saying nothing, but obviously thinking everything. Meredith took the card graciously, said ‘Thank you, so much,’ and we went up to our room.

  ‘That’ll get the hotel gossip hotline going,’ I told her.

  ‘Stupid woman,’ Meredith said. ‘What a fuckin cheek!’

  We had a long bath together and aroused our genitals to such a point that as soon as we fell down in a damp tangle on the bed, my dick slipped into Meredith’s newly-waxed pussy right away. It looked so inviting with the moist pink lips hanging open like an exotic flower ready for pollination. And, pollinate it I did! The fuck was brief, but very energetic, with lots of clawing, spitting, French kissing and face licking going on. Meredith had developed a real enthusiasm for spit-play. As I thrust into her, she loved nothing better than me gripping her throat with both my hands and spitting on her face, or directly into her greedy mouth. It excited her even more if I did it and called her nasty names, such as: ‘Cunt, whore, bitch, slut, Ho,’ and so on. In fact, anything that came to mind.

  ‘Take me! Mm...Yes, yes...take me!!’ she cried out as I ejaculated in her pussy with a loud cry of ‘Take it all, you fuckin whore!’ splashing her cervix and writhing about on top of her, gripping her huge tits tight in both my hands. Her screams and cries blended with mine as I screwed the rest of my load into her with bull-like thrusts that seemed to drive her completely mad.

  ‘Oh, Oh, Oh, yes, fuck, yes!’ ‘Fuck that cunt, young Master! Bang it hard, yes, kill it, yes, destroy it, make it sore!’

  Meredith yelled so loudly that I had to put my hand over her mouth until she’d regained control of her senses. She held me tight and kissed me as I finished my orgasm, holding my waist and pulling my ass cheeks into her body, milking my semen with her pelvic floor muscles, contracting them at just the right intensity level. I melted into her, shouting obscenities in a frenzy of sex madness that thrilled me a lot more than fucking her daughter ever did. Don’t get me wrong, Amy was a hot young thing, with a very fit body, but her mom was the real deal – a total nympho. This was on a different level. We were both teaching each other in our own separate ways, I suppose.

  The idyllic weekend in Rye slipped by far too quickly. We covered a lot of ground and I got to lick and suck Meredith’s waxed pussy and arsehole a lot. She always came and squirted from oral sex, every time. It was amazing to see the fountains of juice she produced. I had no idea where it all came from. We also did our first water-sports session, a ritual in which I stood over my kinky older lover, while she lay naked in the bath, and urinated all over her face and body, after I’d first consumed a litre of mineral water. She drank her first mouthful of my piss during this game. She loved it and begged for more, the dirty woman.

  I think that weekend was a turning point for us. In fact I know it was.

  When Meredith dropped me off in the neighbourhood where I lived, she parked up the Alfa and we chatted and kissed for a while.

  ‘Don’t be put off by this, Andy, but I’m starting to have deep feelings for you,’ she said, looking away, in case I disapproved.

  I turned her face to mine with my fingertips and said, ‘I’m so pleased you said that. I’m getting feelings for you too - strong ones.’

  ‘Oh, shit! This is getting complicated now, sin't it?’ she said.

  ‘Love is always complicated,' I said, trying to sound wise.

  ‘My God, Andy, you said the L-word, I don’t fuckin believe it!’ she said with a nervous laugh. ‘You really mean it, you actually love me; you love your slave?’

  ‘Yeah, I think I do,’ I told her.

  We kissed so hard after that, our jaws ached.

  ‘Where do we go from here, Andy?’ Meredith asked, when we’d pulled away from each other.

  ‘Let’s see how we feel in a week’s time and, if we’re still feeling like this, then we’d better make it formal and tell Amy and your husband Peter about it,’ I said, trying to provoke a reaction from her.

  She looked worried. ‘Shit! I dunno if I could do that – Amy would never speak to me again, I’m sure of it.’

  I laughed. ‘She’d be horrified, but she’d get over it, eventually!’ I said. ‘Welcome to the real world, Meredith! People fall in love all the time. It can’t be helped. It’s a fact.’

  ‘She’d think I’m the biggest whore in the world, I don’t know if I could face her with any moral authority,’ Meredith admitted.

  ‘Look,’ I explained, ‘we don’t have to rush into anything. I won’t pressure you, you know that.’ I reassured her.

  ‘Maybe just go on as we are, you mean?’ Meredith asked.

  I nodded and stroked her blonde hair back from her face. ‘Yeah, just as we are,’ I told her, feeling enormous emotions ebbing and flowing inside me. I could tell by her misty eyes that she was feeling it to.

  She kissed me then whispered: ‘Get your cock out. I want to suck it.’

  ‘You’re sooh damned greedy, you know that?’ I said with a grin.

  ‘I know I am, Andy, but your dick drives me wild! Get it out, please!’

  I wriggled in the passenger seat and got my jeans and underpants down around my ankles. My prick stood up like a truncheon. Meredith handled it and looked up and down the quiet side street where we were parked. When she was sure there was no-one around, her head went down to my groin and I felt her beautiful warm mouth cover my prick and swallow it. I grunted and my head shot back against the seat rest. After a few minutes of this treatment I yelled that I was cumming and Meredith kept her mouth glued to my cock. I grunted, Oh fuck, yes!’ and felt the delicious release of my load. It went straight down Meredith’s throat in several powerful spurts. She groaned, ‘Mm, Mm, Mmm!’ as she swallowed all my sticky juice. She was finishing me off with her fingers and tongue when a knock came on the driver’s window. The Alfa had dark windows and so it was impossible to see who was inside if they were wound up.

  A familiar voice said, ‘Mum, is that you in there?’

  Meredith looked over at me. She looked like a startled deer caught in a car’s headlights. Her glistening lips were parted in panic. ‘Fuckin hell, Andy, it’s Amy!’ she whispered. ‘Get in the back seat behind me, quickly, and crouch down. This is a big car, she won’t see you.’

  I did as she said and Meredith got out of the car. I overheard her say, ‘Sweetie, what are you doing around here?’

  Amy replied that she had been around to my place to hang out, but was told by my flat-mate Robyn, that I wasn’t back from the gig (that I’d lied about) yet.

  Meredith cleverly took Amy to a nearby café then returned on the pretext that she'd left her purse in the Alfa. She let me out of the car and I went home, down the street, in the opposite direction of the café.

  ‘I’ll call you later, Andy,’ she said and kissed me briefly on the lips.

  That evening Amy came around to my apartment and we had sex. After we’d both cum, we relaxed in bed and talked. She leaned on my bare chest and said wistfully, ‘I think mum had been to see her secret lover today...’

  I stroked her long blonde hair. ‘Really,
why do you think that?’ I asked, liking the duplicity involved.

  ‘Oh, just that I met her today, not far from here actually. She was in a funny mood, and you know what, I smelled semen on her breath. I know that scent because friends of mine have sussed it out on me when I’ve met them after sucking you off.’

  ‘Mm,’ I said, ‘you could tell she’d sucked someone off?’

  Amy nodded. ‘Oh yeah she’d definitely just given someone a blow-job. Tell you how I know: there was some dried cum around the corners of her mouth and some jizz had matted in her hair. I know every inch of mum’s face, she can’t fool me.’