The Hildr Saga Pt. 01

The Hildr Saga Ch. 01: Now I Want To Be Your Dog Originally published on 02/19/04

In 2007, I accidentally looked up Literotica on my iPhone while I was at work. I didn't have a VPN at the time (I wasn't terribly internet savvy), and I freaked out - thinking that it would be flagged and not only would I get fired, but I'd be outed as well. I immediately contacted Literotica, and requested that my account be deleted, knowing all my stories would be nuked as well.

It was rough, because I'd poured my heart out in these stories, not to mention the fact that I'd salted little bits and pieces of my life all throughout them. I wanted people to read them, but I figured they were backed up somewhere and at some point I'd return. Well. You can guess where this is going.

Years passed by, and those stories were lost to time. Until... I accidentally entered "Literotica" into the Wayback Machine, and with a little digging... I found all of my old stories! I've glanced at them. They're cringey. They're also full of self-loathing as I was only at a certain stage of accepting my sexuality. (Which I still haven't achieved after about 40 years of fighting it.) So, I'm going to republish these stories just so anyone who's curious to see how I've developed as a "writer" and a human. I'm not even going to reread these before publishing them, because it just amps my anxiety through the roof.

We all make our choices folks. Anyways, enjoy this trip down memory lane.

-Jack_Beastly (formerly AcrossTheRubicon, MonkeyWrench00, SweetCamilleCD, and probably a couple others.), member since 2004 (at least), reader since 1998.

The sting from her open palmed slap burned into my cheek.

"I said, 'BEG... LIKE... A... DOG!!!'". Her voice, strong and stern, snapped into me.

I brought my hands up in front of my chest, like paws, and sat up a little straighter on my knees.

God, this was so humiliating! I was naked, and begging like a dog in front of a fully clothed woman! But I was loving it!

Not an hour ago, we were in a nice lounge, velvet couches, cosmopolitans and scotch, light airy, lo-fi-techno-y music, and everything else... It wasn't really a date, but the casual observer, would have seen gentle, familiar body language that was slightly flirty, touchy feely, and affectionate...

We made an odd couple, she being about a foot taller than I, but both of us were nicely dressed, chatting and laughing about politics, movies, and books. She had a sweet smile, and the pale, but full-freckled cheeks of a redhead. Her eyes glittered in the candle light, without a hint of what was to come.

And now, there I was... Supplicating myself like a little dog, before this statuesque, chiseled, and now menacing, Amazon Goddess... In the ambient light coming through the window from the street, she seemed even more formidable than I'd ever seen her... Her knee high leather boots were suddenly cruel, her thighs powerfully, but involuntarily flexing, no doubt surging with adrenalin... But, I'm getting way ahead of myself.... Should I start at the beginning?

Her name was Hildr. An odd name, which, I was later to find out, was one of the names ancient Northern Europeans used to associate with the Valkeryies. She and I worked out at the same gym, and she was impossible not to notice. She was easily over six and a half feet tall, and had a long, lean, but powerful frame. She didn't look like a juicer, but she easily demonstrated remarkable feats of strength. She's the only woman I've ever seen bench press over 135 pounds, without a spot. She did pull-ups by the dozen (and not on that sissy machine with the little knee-rest either). When she did leg work on the sled, she just stacked 45 pound plates until there wasn't any room left. Her calves looked like cantaloupes, and her forearms were corded with veins.

Now. Don't be fooled by what was happening at the beginning of this little story. I'm no little pansy, or sissy. I may be short, but I'm built like a little brick. I can bench over 300 pounds, put up 175 over my head- rep, after rep, and then do push-ups 'till the cows come home. My strength belied my size, and that you could say, is what caught her eye.

Normally I don't talk to girls at the gym. I'm shy. I like to look. Occasionally I leer. But really, I try to keep my eyes down, do my shit, and go home.

I'd check Hildr out when I thought she wasn't looking, and even when we were next to each other, I never said anything... Gradually though, after a couple of months of being around each other, she'd smile at me, I'd nod... then it escalated. I'd say hello, we'd chat... occasionally she'd ask me to spot her... and then one day as I was leaving the gym I noticed she was tarrying around the lobby, wearily walking around the racks of women's workout clothes, fingering some material here... holding up a top there... As I walked past, I mumbled, "See ya." and kept walking towards the door.

It was like an electric shock that prickled across the back of my neck, when I heard her voice, "John! Wait!"

Could she be talking to me? She rushed up to me, smiling, and we both stood there for a minute. She had showered, and was in her work clothes. A dark blue blouse, black knee length skirt, and shiny, high black leather boots. I was about eye level with her chin. Her damp red hair, was pinned back in a bun, and she pushed a lock of hair away from forhead, looking down at me.

"What're you doing right now?"

"Nothing. I was just gonna go home and have a nice little TV dinner..."

She smiled warmly.

"Want to go out and grab something?" She offered.

I was a little surprised, but, I immediately pushed out all thoughts of a romantic liason out of my head. She was too tall for me. No way in Hell. I mean, I found her to be very attractive, and God knows how many nights I spent whacking off thinking about her... But, she couldn't possibly be thinking about me in that way. She obviously just wanted to be friends. Nothing wrong with that. New York, can be a big, lonely city.

We went to a nice, trendy little diner spot in Chelsea, then one of those chichi lounge places, you'd never know existed from the outside. We talked about everything... politics, the city, the war, past loves, Seinfeld-esque dating mishaps, on and on, until it was about midnight. Throughout the course of the evening, she'd become more free with her hands. At dinner, she'd playfully tap my shoulder when I said something funny, and then at the lounge, we found ourselves, on a deep, sinking couch. At first, she brushed up against my leg, with hers. I stiffened, not knowing what to do, so I stayed still. After a few moments she slowly pulled away, and I was confused and relieved. Then... as she kept drinking. Her thigh rested against mine, and didn't go anywhere. If she'd been my height or shorter, I would've bought it. But, she was practically a freakin' foot taller than I was! (Not to mention the extra few inches with her boots!) There was no way in hell!

And besides! During the course of the evening, she causally implied that she liked girls, not guys. All I could think was... "Ahh. You lucky girls. Whoever you are. I wish I could be one of you." Little did I know... little did I know!

Eventually, we both decided it was time to go home. It was a schoolnight after all. I volunteered to walk her home, and after some brief resistance on her part, she relented. I awkwardly took her arm in mine, and we strolled up through Chelsea, towards the Port Authority towards her apartment in Hells Kitchen. The immediate area around the PA was full of square-jawed stocky cops, bristling implements of restraint, hoodlums, hustlers, stinking piss, shit and booze soaked homeless people, and tourists from the sticks.

As we passed the "Playground", with it's blinking neon, girl-on-a-swing sign, she looked down at me and said, with a hint of mischief, "You ever been in there?"

I smiled, arching my eyebrows, "Maybe!"

She laughed, and pressed herself against me a little tighter. Christ, she smelled good!

"How about you?" I said.

A slim, wicked smile, grew across her face.

"Maybe."

When we'd finally reached her apartment, I stuck my hand out for a good night shake. She looked at me in disbelief and started to shake her head, while laughing softly.

"Jesus!" She exclaimed. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at me. I was still on the sidewalk, and she was standing a couple of steps, up on her stoop.

"You live in Brooklyn, don't you?" "Williamsburg, represent!"

She chuckled.

"Well. You've got a long ride ahead of you. Do you need to come up and, uh... use the bathroom or anything?"

"Sure."

Can you say, "Crossing the River, Rubicon"?

We went in, and I took my piss. I was confused, and about a million thoughts were racing through my mind.

Fact: She was a lesbian.

Fact: Not all lesbians, are lesbians all the time, except real lesbians, in which case, I should just say, "Maybe she's bisexual."

Thought: If she is bisexual, and this is a pick up, it... doesn't make any sense that she'd want a shorter guy! Only kinky bitches want a shorter guy! Cruel, sadistic women! Who want to dominate their men!

Thought: But she looks straight as an arrow!

Counter-argument: Then how come she made that comment about the "Playground"!

I walked out into her dark, living room. She was sitting on the couch, holding a glass. Her boots were still on, ankles crossed at the heels. And there was a glass of water on the coffee table, which she offered to me.

"You'd better drink it."

There was something about the way she said, "better".

I did as I was told, (ha ha, "did as I was told"), and she patted the space next to her. "Sit."

There was a brief, uncomfortable silence. She slowly toyed with the rim of her glass. "So." She said, "How often do you go to, the 'Playground'." Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up. There was no joviality in her voice. It was cold and clean, and betrayed nothing.

"Well. I. Uh." My cheeks grew hot and I knew they were getting red. My heart started to pound.

"How. Often." She repeated.

"Well. You know. Every once in a while." Suddenly my mouth was dry again. Her demeanor had changed. There was no warmth left.

"And, what do you do while you're there? Just buy videos?"

"Mostly."

A bit of a scowl affected the line of her lips. She looked down and started to pick a fingernail.

"Mostly." She echoed. "What kind?"

"Ah, you know. The usual, shit."

"Just normal boy and girl stuff? Or do you buy lesbian videos? Anything kinkier? S&M;? B&D;? Maybe you're secretly a fag." She turned her eyes on me. "Do you go in there to jack off? Suck a cock through a glory hole? Do you go jack off in front of the girls in the back?"

By this time, my heart was pounding so hard, I figured she could hear it! I was so taken aback... I was speechless and paralyzed!

"I'll take your silence, as a 'yes'." She stood up, and put her fists on her hips. "You know. I've seen you leer at everyone in that gym. Men, women. Everyone." She stood over me.

"I don't think you're a fag, but I think you're damn close." My mouth opened, I wanted to say something, anything, but no words would come out. "I also saw you down at Toys in Babeland looking at dildos. Were you shopping for a girlfriend? Or just yourself." There was an emphasis on that last bit.

Now. Toys in Babeland, is a small store, and I sure as hell don't know how she could've seen me there, without me seeing her! But! Who cares! I mean, shit! She had me dead-to-rights anyways! I was busted about a million ways-to-Sunday!

"Do you like shoving a big, plastic cock up your ass?"

She stood in front of me, and gripped my chin between her strong fingers. Suddenly she slapped me hard across the face. Fortunately my glass didn't go flying, but I got water all over myself and the couch. Shock, shock, shocked!

She laughed, sneering at me. "You can go anytime you like." She stepped back into the middle of the room. "But if you're going to stay, you're going to have to do whatever I tell you." She motioned towards the door, and I stood up.

Was it possible, that for the months we've known each other, she'd been sizing me up? I fancy myself a good student of human behavior, but could she have been examining me in the same way. Studying me like a mountain lion watches a cute, fuzzy, knock-kneed doe? Do mountain lions even like does?

I put the glass down, and looked at her. This was it. (I mean, you know, nothing is forever, and after tonight, I could just ignore her for the rest of my life). I took a deep breath.

"I'll stay."

She closed the distance between us quickly in two big strides and slapped my face again hard. She cleared her throat "I'll stay, MISTRESS."

"Yes ma'am." She smacked me again.

"MISTRESS."

Tears were welling up in my eyes. She could fucking hit!

"Mistress. I'll stay, Mistress."

"Good." She smiled. "I knew you would."

--

She excused herself for a moment, and ordered me to strip.

After a few moments in her bedroom, she returned with a riding crop.

"Don't look at me in the eyes." I turned my head downward. She put the riding crop underneath my balls. "Fucking pathetic. Do you actually please women with that thing?"

"Yes ma'am."

With a light flick, she delivered a stinging slap to my shriveled penis. "Yes, what?"

"Yes Mistress."

She snapped snapped the crop again.

"That's for lying, you little faggot. Thank God, I'm a lesbian, because you couldn't please me with that pathetic, limp little nub if you tried. Get on your knees."

I quickly did as I was bidden.

She put the crop under my chin, and motioned my face upwards. Christ she was tall!

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes..." I almost said ma'am again, "Mistress..."

She nodded. "That's what I thought. Do you want me to dress you up in frilly panties, garter belts, and make-up, and fuck you like a girl?" "Yes Mistress".

"Then beg me for it. Beg like a dog."

"Please Mistress. I want you to fuck me like a girl."

She rolled her eyes, and swung at my cock again with the crop.

"I said, 'BEG... LIKE... A... DOG!!!'"

I mimicked a dog begging for treats. I sat up on my knees and brought my hands up in front of me, palms towards the floor, wrists bent. How long had I fantasized about something like this? How many nights had I lain awake in bed, ashamed of what I was thinking, but secretly praying it would come true. Sure. I was relinquishing my manhood, but why did I feel so free? Suddenly... the words just came pouring out.

"Please Mistress... I want you to fuck me... I want you to dress me up... I want to feel your cock deep inside my pussy! I want to be your little slut! I want to be your little whore! I'm your dog! I'm your man-cunt!"

She bent over and roughly twisted one of my nipples downward.

"On your hands and knees."

I went down.

She then proceeded to assail me with a barrage of stinging blows on my ass. She really went to town, and it really fucking hurt!

She was breathing hard when it was over.

"Stay in that position."

She walked into the foyer, and returned with something jingling.

I felt a heavy, broad, leather collar being attached around my neck, and felt a cold chain against my shoulder.

"Ok." Her voice broke character for a second. "Before we go any further, your safeword, is 'Stop'. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress."

She jerked hard on the chain. "Say it! What's your safeword!"

"Stop."

"Good dog. Let's go into the bedroom, and fuck your little cunt. Ok?" "Yes Mistress!"

She jerked the chain, and she walked me into her bedroom.

"Sit." She commanded. I resumed my position on my knees, and kept my eyes down to err on the side of caution. She undid her blouse, and wiggled out of her skirt and panties, leaving her boots on.

I allowed myself a peek, and she was a fucking sight to behold. She had a flat stomach, huge thighs, and nicely proportioned tits. She took her hair down from the bun, and it cascaded onto her shoulders. Wow! What kind of shampoo did she use to get it so glossy!

She pulled out a gym bag, and took out a harness like apparatus, with a purple, double pronged smooth, dong on it. I immediately recognized it as the Nexus Jr. One end would fit into her cunt, rubbing her g-spot, and the other end was for me! She stepped into it, and took a moment to make some adjustments, shaking her head. She then removed a huge, 9' life-like cock, and slapped it against her palm.

"Open."

I opened my mouth and she gripped my hair, and brutally rammed it in my mouth.

"Fucking slut. Do you like it? Do you like a nice big plastic cock to suck on?" I said, "Mmrgplh." And snorted out of my nose.

She began to slide the huge cock in and out of my mouth. "Drool!" I started to drool, lubricating my lips to ease the assault. "Good little slut." She cooed. She pulled it out and began to lightly slap my face with it. "Does my little girl, like this cock? Hunh?"

"Yes Mistress!"

She placed it on the bed.

"Good. Then you'll suck on it, while I'm fucking you."

Next, came out the lube.

"Lube me up, slut."

I took the lube, and rubbed some on the Nexus. VERY liberally.

"On the bed, bitch."

She unclipped the leash and I hopped up, with my ass in the air. "Now lube yourself." I did. Feeling the cold gel against my anus, I rubbed it around the hole and tried to delve into my scared, little hole. She threw a rag next to me. "Don't get my sheets dirty, or I'll give you a spanking you'll never forget."

There was a pause.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes Mistress."

--

She entered me slowly and tenderly. It was a little rough, and she paused to add a little more lube... The nexus wasn't that big, which allowed her to go in and out quickly. It gently pulled at the velvet lining of my chute. I've had bigger, but for speed fucking. This was the one.

Gradually she increased her pace, until pelvis was slapping my ass. She was grabbing my ass, slapping it, pulling at my hair...

"Talk dirty, slut!

"Oh Mistress! Please fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard! Ream me out like the little cunt I am! I'm your-unh-whore-your-ow!-Slut!"

"Good, little fucking bitch! You fucking cunt! You fucking cunt! You fucking cunt!" Her voice was heated and became more ragged. She was snarling, spraying spittle. She started fucking me harder and harder, until she stopped with a muscle locking freeze-and I knew she was on the verge!

She put her fingers in my mouth, drawing my the corners of my lips back in a wide rictus. Like a horse with a bit in it's mouth.

"UnnnnnnnnnnUHH!!!!!!! AHHHHHHuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" She was practically screaming.

And then, she collapsed on top of me like a lump. Her body heaving trying to catch her breath, bathed in hot sweat. She was fucking heavy!

After a few moments, she pulled herself back up, and started to withdraw. She was almost out, when she slammed herself back in.

Then out. With a slap. Finally.

She slumped onto her back.

"Get on the floor. Take the dildo." I took the dildo that she'd made me suck earlier, and got off the bed.

"Stick it to the floor." It had a huge suction cup on the bottom, which I affixed to the wooden floor. She turned over on her side to watch me. "Suck it."

I immediately went down on it. It was really too big, and wide for me, but I did my best. I licked up and down the shaft, I spit on it, I gobbled it like a turkey.

"Jerk your tiny dick off."

Ah. Finally. I took it all in.

There I was. My ass, dripping lube, and freshly fucked. Naked. Humiliated. Collared. God. Maybe she and I could get married...

I started to convulse and my come shot out in huge, heavy, milk white strands onto her floor. Now, I was covered in my own sweat. Breathing hard.

"Lick it up." I knew that was coming. Gladly, I did as I was told.

--

After that, we showered and straightened up. She was still making me crawl around, but at least she offered to let me spend the night. She gave me a teddy to wear to sleep, and we spooned, her behind me, cuddling me like I was her girl. I can't remember the last time I slept so well.

Fin.

This was the only comment I received for this story: "Outstanding start!

I just want to say that this is a very erotic story. And, it's what Literotica needs more of. There are way too many repetitive and similar stories of men dominating women. Some are great, but most are generic and dull.

It's quite erotic, fun and also humorous to read stories of women dominating, humiliating, in control and/or seducing men.

And, Hildr is a great character. I hope this turns out to a nice long erotic ride. Look forward to Chapter 2!

5 Stars!" (Anonymous, 02/20/04)