Soooo… as I teased in my previous post, A Visit with Violet, I got a bit of my femsub on with Mistress Violet the other day. Happened sort of by accident, and was amazing!
To recap, David and I had not seen Mistress Violet together for quite some time, so we set up a three-way in advance with a fun girls-on-top roleplay script. With a week’s warning, my husband was called away for a business trip that day (it was important, he needed to go). We were disappointed that we had to cancel. But it was david who suggested, why don’t I keep our appointment myself? So I did!
I let Violet know in advance. She asked about the scene I had in mind, and I told her I would leave it entirely in her hands. We had played before with her on top of me during our three way scenes, so she knew a bit about the sorts of things I was up for. But it was still very exciting for me, the anticipation, not knowing at all exactly what to expect.
I arrived right on time at her elegantly appointed studio. I felt like such a guy! Paying for her time like this… but Violet is very special (as I was to find out even more so during our session).
We had a little cocktail to start at the kitchen island, and we caught up a bit. We both laughed about her seeing both david and me separately and together. We reconfirmed our safe words and a little about the general types of activities she had in mind (without going into detail). It was all fine. Luscious in fact. Was making me wet talking about it. She was dressed very sexily in elegant black short shorts, a black top, and showing lots of leg and some cleavage. She had her make-up on exquisitely and smelled divine. She’s really a very beautiful and sexy woman. As we talked, she sat close to me and teased me with her sex-appeal. I do like girls that way, but don’t often take the opportunity… It was fun to have a sexy girl “come on to me” so openly.
When it was “go time” we walked over to the more living room part of the studio with the big black couch and the area rug. She sat on the couch and told me to stand in front of her and to take off my clothes. All of them. As I took off each piece she took it from me and threw it randomly on the floor. This confused me a lot. When she had made my husband strip in the past, she had insisted he fold and pile his clothes neatly. When all my clothes were off, and they were strewn around all at my feet and beyond, I felt very naked standing there.
She then stood up and faced me. Without my heels, and with hers on, she was much taller than me. Also, without my clothes, and she with hers, I felt smaller still.
“This is called CFNF ‘clothed female / naked female’,” she said. yes… gulp…
She told me to open my mouth and to lean my head back. She stood over me and spat into my mouth!!!! How humiliating… But it made my low tummy churn in that butterflyey way. She was asserting her dominance over me and I was melting into it.
What were my feelings then? My first impression, a split second before she did it when I saw what she was going to do, and then as she did it, was “yuck, disgusting”. But then as I felt her warm spit mixing with mine in my still open mouth, I felt so totally owned in a way I rarely have felt before. Owned and then sexually excited. Despite my disgust, my pussy still tingled! Bad pussy!
She went back to sit on the couch. “Clean up these clothes!” she said strictly. “They’re a mess. Fold them neatly and put them on that chair.” I had to go scampering, fully naked, mind you, to collect up all my clothes she had strewn around the room. I felt like her maltreated servant. So unfair. But I found myself falling more and more under her dominant spell.
She then stood up again and made me turn to face away from the couch. She told me to clasp my hands behind my back. I did so and my breasts jutted out. She began fondling them. She went to my nipples and pinched and twisted them. “A little sensitive?” she asked, as she saw my reaction. I nodded yes. I thought she would back off a bit. She leaned in and bit one nipple. Not gently! Ouch!!!! She pulled away and laughed at me. She told me to hold still. She moved to the other nipple with her mouth. I knew what was coming. I was afraid of it, but I knew I could not stop it. Ouch!!!! Again! Ouch! She did not “back off”, she saw my vulnerability and used it. I was so… HERS.
She turned away and fetched something. Coming back, it was a pair of nipple clamps attached together. Sort of like these,
Oh no. I had never had anything clamped on my nipples before. They could not possibly be worse than the bite, though…
Violet put one on. Ouch! Ow ow ow. And then the other. Ouch! Ow ow ow. The pain settled down fairly quickly, though, into a dull, sexy throbbing. She then took the chain and made me hold it between my teeth. This made my head bow and pulled up on my nipples at the same time.
An effective way to make a girl bow her head. I felt she had taken a page out of the Roman slave market or something. I flashed to being presented like that to a crowd of eager buyers. Breasts artificially “perky”, head submissively bowed. Pussy starting to drip…
Also, as a consequence, I found myself now looking down at my pussy, which is exactly what she wanted. She got out a length of rope and proceeded to tie my pussy up.
She put the rope around my waist and then down between my legs and then back up again. She adjusted the rope and tightened it to cut into my bum crack on my bottom hole and to cut through my pussy lips and clit, sort of like this…
Oh my God! It was tight. If I wiggled, I could feel it rubbing me…
She told me to drop the chain from between my teeth and to put my hands on my head. She grabbed a hold of the chain, and with an evil grin starting slowly pulling on the clamp attached to my left nipple. She pulled gently and my nipple stretched, then all of a sudden she yanked it off! OUCH! She then repeated the treatment on my right nipple. OUCH! It really hurts as the blood flows back in!!! She then took the end of the rope and continued tying me up around the tops and bottoms of my tits and crisscrossing to back around my neck. A bit like this,
She gave my breasts a little shake.
Next she went away and came back again. She told me to kneel on the ground. She produced a ball gag…
She came towards me with it held out in front of her. She told me to open my mouth, and she took the opportunity to spit into it again. I was more ready this time and absorbed her spit into me greedily. Then she fastened the ball gag into my mouth, tightening it securely around the back of my neck.
I was completely bound, breasts and pussy, and ball gagged by Mistress at this point. There’s something about being bound and gagged, completely nude, in front of a dominant clothed woman. Made me feel extremely vulnerable. (#bondage — I’ll hashtag everything she did in her tweet about me! tee hee)
She directed me over to the St. Andrew’s cross (#standrewscross)
She made me face it, leaning into it, and then fastened my wrists and my ankles using leather restraints chained to the four corners. It took a bit of time as the chains jingled and jangled and I could feel her fastening me. I looked over at her and she was very “businesslike” and practiced, as if she’d done this hundreds of times, and she also had a little smile on her face, clearly enjoying it. As my hands reached up, the rope which was around the back of my neck tightened which pulled on my breasts and my pussy. The cross was also on a bit of a slope, so to prevent losing my balance completely, the only counterweight was my bottom, which needed to jutt out a little, which also tightened the rope on my pussy and bottom hole and tits!
Violet came close to me and reminded me that my safeword was “red”, but that because I had the ball gag in my mouth, for now I could just shake my head vigorously back and forth instead. She told me to practice doing that, now. I did so. She praised me. She asked if I understood? I nodded my head up and down.
Next , she picked up a whip. It was long and skinny, like this. Totally scary! (#bullwhip)
She stood back. Way back. And she whipped me on my shoulder blades. I was scared, but the first blow was not vicious. It was sensuous. She continued with my whipping. She whipped all up and down my back, and also concentrated on my bottom. She wrapped the whip around to the sides of my breasts. She whipped up into my thighs and pussy…
My hands were gripping the chains attached between the cross and my leather wrist restraints. My feet were spread. The whipping hurt, but it was so sensuous at the same time. My body writhed on the cross. I could feel myself gyrating at the hips, no doubt putting on a fine show (actually, if memory serves I believe she commented on it…). Of course, the writhing also pulled the rope tighter up into my split pussy lips and bottom hole and pulled on my bound breasts as well. If I turned my head, I could see Violet wielding the whip. Oh my gosh. So sexy! I could see her whipping it up, entirely free-hand and then sending it over to connect just at my body, just where she wanted it to go. As I jerked my head up, the ropes tightened. Oh my.
Violet once told me that she observes her bottoms closely. There are two important “levels”. At one level there is pain mixed with pleasure and the bottom is moving their body into the blows. At the other level the bottom is moving their body in such a way so as to run away from the blows. You need to be conscious of which one it is. It is ok to have some of each, but you must know the effect you’re having and to mix the two appropriately. I was conscious of this lesson from her during my whipping. In my case, for this whipping, it was largely the first level. I found myself pushing into the whip strokes rather than running away from them, even though there was definitely a fair measure of pain involved. I’m sure my butt stuck out shamelessly, silently begging for my lashing to continue…
She put the whip away, picked up a leather paddle, and came up to me on my left side. I turned my head, my mouth still gagged. She showed me the paddle. She said it was made from the skin of a ray. One side was smooth and the other was rough. She let me feel that up against the side of my cheek. It sort of looked like this, although I did not get a close look.
She used it against my bottom. It was not a particularly fierce paddling, but it was again a mixture of sensuous pain and sensuous pleasure. I found myself writhing under her paddle, getting more and more excited the more she paddled me. She used the paddle on my thighs, between my thighs, and up against the lips of my pussy pushed out by the rope. Oh my!
After my paddling, Violet removed the restraints from around my ankles and my wrists. She took a pillow from the couch and tossed it onto the floor. She told me to kneel up on the pillow with my hands on my head. She took a seat in front of me. She leaned over into me and removed my ball gag. I could see deeply down her cleavage as she did so. I was also fixated on her red, red lips. As the gag come off, I slobbered all over the place. Blush!
She had on platform stiletto shoes, similar to this,
She pushed at my pussy with the sole and tip of her shoe. She raised her foot and pushed the rope deeper into my pussy with her stiletto heel. She kicked off one shoe and then the other. She had red painted toenails. She played her toes over my tummy and my pussy. She lifted her leg and played with my breasts with her bare feet. She moved her toes to my mouth and told me to kiss them. I eagerly complied and she praised me for my efforts. She made me suck especially on her big toe as she moaned in delight.
This foot worship thing is not something I do. Men should be worshiping our pretty feet! To require a woman to do that to another woman is… degrading. Utterly degrading. Utterly, pussy tingly, degrading.
She put her feet down and drew her fingernails over my body. I had not realized that she had such long and sharp fingernails. I don’t know how I missed it. I looked down at them. She had on little metal claws on the ends of her fingers!
She used them all over me. My back, my belly, my breasts, my nipples. Even my pussy. Especially my pussy. She played with the folds of my pussy, moving the rope around, telling me to hold very still as she pricked at my clit. Oh no! Oh yes! Pain! Pleasure! Explosions of both. What had I gotten myself into?!?
She sat back. She told me to crawl over to the wall, and to pick one of the implements hanging there.
There was a collection of about a dozen different types of spanking paddles and straps, some leather, some wooden. I chose a wooden paddle with holes. I figured it would hurt the most. I wanted Mistress to hurt me!
By the time I got back with it, she had discretely removed her claws. They were gone as if by magic. She told me to hand her the paddle, to remain kneeling, and to bend onto the sofa with my hands in front of me on the sofa and my bottom up. I arched my bottom a little extra for her, which dug my rope into my pussy and bumcrack and tugged on my breasts. That rope was evil!
She stood above me to my left. I could turn my head on its side to see her there. She has trim and sexy legs, which I could see up to the bottom of her elegant black short shorts. She put a hand on my lower back, bending at the waist in a very sexy way. Then she swung the paddle into me. OUCH! It was hard. She did another. OUCH! And another OUCH! and another OUCH! By this time I was unconsciously writhing and twisting and running away from her paddle. She gave me another couple of paddle strokes that hurt a lot. She then said I had enough. Everything up to then had been much lighter. The wooden paddling was hard. This was the “running away” kind of impact play, not the “push into it” kind. But I guess I had brought her what I considered the worst paddle. I think she did it to scare me. To make me fear what she was capable of. As in, “the whole session could have been like this, little girl, am I not a most Merciful Mistress?” She did not say that. I just felt it.
She stood me up. I am still in my rope bondage. It is just starting to really bother me. I am hoping Mistress will remove it. She said I was a good girl, and that as a reward she would now take me upstairs to her bedroom to fuck me. She told me she was going to make me suck her dick, and then fuck me with it. My pussy tingled again. At that moment, I so wanted my fucking!
“Follow me,” she said. She walked slowly and sensuously, swaying her hips, to the stairs to the loft and then up them into the bedroom with the huge bed. I followed along awkwardly behind, with a sore red bum, still all trussed up, the ropes pulling at my pussy and my tits, chafing at my bumcrack.
When we arrived upstairs, without my saying anything she began untying me. It was so nice to be untied, especially as her hands roamed across my body as she did it.
As she was untying me, already laid out on the bed, awaiting my arrival, was a triangular bolster.
My bolster… For my fucking… The fact that it was there, all laid out and ready to go, indicated a certain premeditation in her mind. This was not spur of the moment. She had planned out what she was going to do with me, and this was an important part of it. She had thought about it. She had thought about doing this to me. Hot…
She made me drape myself across it and wait there while she prepared. I turned my head to the left to see her. She slipped off her shorts revealing a black thong panty. She slipped of her shirt revealing a sheer pink lace bra. She took her time putting on her leather strap-on harness. She then selected from a variety of dildos, choosing a medium sized blue one which she attached into her strap-on harness and slipped a condom over.
I was going to be fucked by Mistress! It was exciting! Fucked by a girl.
She came on the bed directly opposite my turned face, knelt there, and fed me her cock. “Suck it,” she said. I put her dildo into my mouth and began sucking on it. She gently wrapped her fingers into my hair and pulled me deeper around her as she slightly thrust into my mouth. She encouraged me verbally in a way many men would not be comfortable doing: “that’s it, suck it baby, suck it good” sort of thing. I think I received about five minutes of cock-in-mouth until she was satisfied with my performance and decided to move on.
She went back to the dressing room table and picked up a bigger dildo in her hand. She switched it on and it started vibrating. She switched it back off again. She placed a condom on the vibrator. She picked up a tube of lube. She said she would not need to prepare me with her fingers as I seemed eager enough as it was.
She went behind me. I felt the tip of a dildo at my pussy. Violet dribbled lube on me and on it and moved it around. It was the handheld one. The vibrator. She turned it on and it started buzzing at my pussy entrance. She played it around there some and moved it towards my clit. Oh Geez! So nice… She brought it back to the opening and slowly pushed it in. Then she started fucking me gently with it. In and out and in and out. As she fucked me, I started taking it deeper and deeper into me. It was in really deep. She turned up the vibrator and she left it there, buried deep into me.
I could feel myself squirming over the bolster as the big thick vibrator had its way with my pussy. I felt like putting a hand down there, but dared not!
Next she dribbled lube onto my asshole. “You’re getting DP’d”, she told me. Doubly-penetrated. A cock in my pussy, and another in my ass. Violet’s cock in my ass. Oh dear… (#DP)
“Come on baby, it’s just the tip,” said Violet as she pushed the tip of her girl-cock into my ass. “How many college boys have said that to their girlfriends?” asked Violet with a laugh. That made me feel like a virginal little slut, “giving it up” like that because, well, it’s Biff the Hunk. In this case it was Violet – gorgeous Violet – more commanding and assertive then any man I had ever been with.
My pussy was exploding from the vibrator. Once Violet got the tip of her strap-on into my ass she paused there, allowing me to take a few deep breaths and get used to the anal intrusion. Once my body had relaxed, she said, “now take the whole thing, baby, you can do it,” still channeling the college boy and making me feel the role of the reluctant but horny girlfriend. With that, Violet started sliding it fully into me.
Have you ever been fucked in the bottom before? I have. It’s always the same. I imagine it’s the same for boys and for girls. It hurts going in. It’s part of the experience. You are nervous your partner will push in too fast, too deep. You think you can’t take it all! Then your bottom hole relaxes a bit, and it’s not so bad. Not so bad until it starts going in deeper and deeper. Rinse and repeat. With a thick vibrator buried deep into my cunt, and Violet’s cock buried deep into my ass, I felt very filled!
Violet started fucking me. Slowly at first and then building up the speed. She also made sure the vibrator stayed deep into my pussy, pushing it back in a few times if it risked shooting out.
“Play with yourself,” she told me. I shot both hands over the bolster and between my legs. I was able to reach the end of the vibrator with my fingertip and I pushed it deeper into myself and held it there. As Violet rocked me with my ass fucking it made the pussy vibe fuck me as well. With my other hand I used my finger to flick at my clit and rub on it. No lube required. I was so wet already!
Violet was saying, “Oh this feels so good. You can’t believe how this strap-on pushes back on my pussy lips, on my clit, as I’m fucking you.”
“Keep going! Keep going!” I beg her. She intensifies her pace, fucking me violently. What a nasty little tramp I am, wanting it harder and deeper in my ass!
I start moaning louder and louder and Violet could tell I was getting close because she upped the intensity and just as I started cumming she simulated a deep orgasm herself, thrusting jerkily inside of me and crying out gutturally the way a boy does as he cums.
Holy shit!
Violet pulls out and she turns off and removes the vibrator from my pussy. She takes off her strap-on as I lay there, wrung out. She tells me to get up off the bolster. “am I… clean?” I ask her. She spreads my cheeks and says simply “yup”. That makes me feel better! She removes the bolster but lays down the towel that was covering it on the bed where she has me lie down on my back. She hops into bed next to me, sideways on. “Did you like that?” she asks me with a great big happy smile on her face. “Oh yes!” I say. “It was all amazing! Every part. I’m so glad we did this. You’re so amazingly creative. You’re so good at what you do!” She thanked me. She explained that since it was our first time outside of a specific roleplay scene, she thought it would be fun to run me through all the more “stereotypical” sort of BDSM-type stuff that you might see in a BDSM documentary. Like baby, beginner stuff. I liked the baby beginner stuff!
“It was nice,” I say dreamily, as my hand wanders back down to my pussy and starts stroking it.
“Can you orgasm again?” she asks me.
“Yes,” I say, feeling a blush come up.
“Then do it. I want to watch,” she says.
I don’t usually “do it” with just my fingers. Usually I have my trusty Hitachi. But I don’t feel as if I need it today. I play with myself with a certain intensity. As I do it I look over at her. She is so beautiful in her pretty bra and panties. Her sleek little bottom. I can see the sleek muscles of her legs, her arms, her belly. As my friend chris, from the previous blog post said, in a followup email to me,
“Just between you and me, Miss Violet is so sweet, so nice, beautiful and please don’t pass this on because I will pay with pain if you tell her… I’m sure you noticed… what a great ass!!!”
Uh oh. Did I just go and get chris in trouble again?
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| Oops!… I did it again |
So I’m actually doing it, she is looking at me. I look back at her. She smiles at me. She turns her gaze down to my pussy, which I am rubbing furiously as I start to moan. She seems to be squirming in delight as I do it. She touches me gently on the front of my thigh. Then it happens, a second absolutely gigantic orgasm under Violet’s watchful eye.
I am such a slut…
Julie Dominated by Violet!
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