The Hildr Saga Pt. 02

Author's Note:

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 them. I've glanced at them. They're cringey. They're also full of self-loathing as I was only at a nascent 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 Hildr Saga Ch. 2: Shopping, Spa

I can't even begin to tell you what was on my mind after my first evening with Hildr. I'm not going to bore you with my complex psychological rationale behind why I let her do what she did to me, or my thoughts on gender identity, or the plethora of other things whirring through my head... maybe some other time... Right now, she'd given me a task, and on this brisk, clear, bright, Saturday afternoon, I was on my way to complete it.

The sun was just past its zenith, leaving me feeling slightly tired and lazy, as New York weekend afternoons are wont to do. I'd just finished lunch, and was feeling pleasantly wiped out by a grueling workout, but to tell you the truth, the sorest part of my body was my poor, little asshole... or rather, as Hildr made me say, 'My Boy Cunt'. And, I could still feel her inside me as well... her fingers... her bizarre little strap on; 'The Nexus Jr.', and I could still feel the white hot pain of her riding crop against my cringing, flaccid cock.

It was humiliating, and exciting all at the same time. To say my emotions were conflicted was an understatement, and I was still very much in shock from that first encounter. I couldn't believe that I'd submitted to a woman like that! Surrendered my masculinity, and crawled around on her freakin' floor like a dog! With a collar on, even! Me! The guy who could bench 305 pounds! Whose sense of fashion didn't go beyond blue jeans, black t-shirts and hiking boots! Who drank nothing but Pabst-in-the-can! Who has a fucking subscription to 'Guns and Ammo'! and a freakin' hunting license! And there I was, after being freshly fucked by this... this... Valkerie! Allowing her to dress me in a teddy, and spooning with her like a love-struck college girl!

Christ. I couldn't get the images of myself, getting plowed by her out of my head. I wanted more.

My feet had finally taken me to my destination. It was a small, not so discreet, store below sidewalk level, on a tree-lined West Village street. I'd never before been afraid anyone would catch me buying porn, because, well, I usually only bought straight porn... but this time it was different. This time, I'd been instructed to buy something, that; if I was caught with, none of my friends would totally believe was for a girlfriend...

The interior of the store was dark, and bereft of customers. It took my eyes a few moments too adjust. There was a trendy-Gothesque-hipster girl behind the counter, replete with black lipstick, studded leather wristbands, a black t-shirt that said, "Alien Sex Fiend Club", reading a Poppy Brite novel. She glanced up, and wryly asked.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Scenesters hate squares.

"Um." I coughed and looked down. I could feel my cheeks burning bright red. "I uh...*cough*... need a, um... French Maid's outfit." I tried to smile.

She rolled her eyes, probably thinking, "Just another male pig buying an outfit so he can act out his dominant fantasies on some weak-willed, emotionally needy, co-dependant girl."

"Ok. We've got those. What's her size?"

Oh man. This sucked. Here we go.

"Uhm. Well." I tried to smile, "She's about my size." I waited a beat, and she cocked her head, "About, uh, exactly. My. Size." I cleared my throat, and she stifled a laugh.

"Oh!!!!" She exclaimed, trying to regain her composure. Her entire demeanor changed and she smiled pleasantly. "Follow me!" I couldn't follow what was going on in her head. If I were her, I'd probably loathe the squares who acted out their perverted little fantasies in private, instead of being totally out there.

She led me to the back, and ordered me into a dressing room. Jesus! She eyeballed me, turned on her heels and a minute or so later, popped her head back in, smiling evilly.

"Will you be needing shoes with that?"

I smiled my assent, "Uh. Yeah. I'm a 9 1/2."

She disappeared again, and I could swear I heard something like a door bolt snapping shut! What the fuck! She was back in a few moments with a pile of clothes.

She couldn't even wipe that smirk off of her face. "Why don't you try these on?"

She leaned up against the wall of the dressing room.

"You locked the door didn't you?"

Her eyebrows communicated her amusement. "Does that make you feel uncomfortable?"

I sighed, and started taking off my shirt. "I didn't think so!" She said, in a knowing, bemused and lightly sarcastic manner. "I love perverted little 'straight' boys. I just want to make sure we have some privacy so I can make sure you know how to put everything on right. We want to make your boyfriend happy don't we?"

"Oh. I'm not gay!"

Her eyebrows were now incredulous.

"Seriously. Well... sort of. Uhm. This is for my... erm... Mistress." Again my cheeks were burning.

"Does your Mistress let you play with other girls?"

"Well, uh. We haven't really ironed that out yet." Trying to assert my diminishing masculinity, I offered, "I can do whatever I want. I'm a free man."

"Mmm hmm." Her eyes bore into me. "Why don't you take your socks and boxers off."

I thought about it for a moment. The image of Hildr, towering over me. Gleaming and muscular. Let's be real here, I thought, Hildr's a lesbian. She's got lovers. I'm not the only one in her address book. I don't owe her my sexual fidelity, do I? She wouldn't even let me put my cock inside her! At all! My heart started pounding. I was obviously guilty about something! But. I totally disrobed in front of her.

"Put the panties on first."

I slid the satiny black panties on. They felt cool against my meat and two veg. I was starting to get aroused. Goth Girl smiled. Wickedly.

"Come, come!" She sounded like a schoolmarm. "Put on your stockings. Make sure your seams are in the back..." I started to put them on, "Wait! Like this!" She showed me the correct way, and I felt another surge of arousal as I slid them on over my lean, muscular calves. They were black thigh highs with a wide lace band. She then helped me attach the garter belt thingy, and gave me a slap on the ass. I was a little shocked at that! What the hell was I getting myself into!

Next. Was the maid's outfit. With a heavy breath, I wiggled into it.

"Hmm." She said, studying me. "I think a wig and makeup would be too much. I hate it when guys try to look too feminine. It's kind of gross. Put on the choker. And the headband." I did. "Cute. Very, very cute!" This was so fucking embarrassing. She brought out a couple of black pumps. "Ok. I know the heels don't look that big, but you could seriously twist an ankle! Be careful."

I put them on, and tried to take a step or two. I tottered and reached out for support.

"You're going to have to practice." It was then that I noticed that she had a very large, leather paddle in her hands. She must've grabbed it, while I was concentrating on walking.

"I think we need to see how your stockings and panties hold up to a little action." She smacked the paddle into her palm. "Follow me. But slowly!"

I carefully tottered out of the dressing room. My ankles felt very vulnerable. As we went out into the main area of the store, I noticed she'd flipped the 'Open' sign, to 'Closed', and had drawn the drapes over the windows. All I could think about was that scene from Pulp Fiction. With the Gimp.

Strangely. The sawhorse I noticed as I'd came in seemed to be very prominent.

She tapped my ass with the paddle and snapped her fingers towards it.

"Move it Fifi!"

I went over the sawhorse and bent over, perking up my ass. It was only then it'd occurred to me that, if Goth Girl was going to spank me, Hildr was definitely going to see the paddle marks! Shit! I was totally fucking screwed! I tried to reason with myself that I didn't really owe Hildr anything... but... I was a little apprehensive!

Goth Girl slowly and gently moved her hand under my skirt and over my pantied ass. She moved a finger under the edge of my panties and around to my full balls, and hardening cock. She adjusted Buddy, so he was pointing downwards, and started to lightly drag her knuckle down the line of my ass crack. With her fingers over my panties, she poked a couple fingers between the cleft of my ass cheeks and pressed in towards my tight little hole. I imagined that the heat she felt through the panties must've been quite erotic. I kind've wished she was pressing something else against me. She withdrew her hand, and the next thing I felt was that paddle slamming against me.

"AHHHH!" I shouted in surprise. I don't even know how to describe the pain! Ow! Fuck!

She laughed. "Awww. Fifi can't take a little slap, huh?"

I felt a *whoosh* of air, and the paddle cracked into my ass again. I gripped the sawhorse tightly. You can leave anytime you want! I said to myself. She slowly pulled my panties down and caressed my burning ass. Well, I thought, that was fun! Maybe it's time to get going? As soon as I finished talking to myself I was treated to a succession of smacks on my bare ass. My eyes were tearing. Why the fuck wasn't I getting up and leaving?

She grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I had to lean against the sawhorse. I was breathing hard and my eyes watered.

She held my chin between her fingers.

"You're a good girl. Time for a little treat."

I was still in too much pain to even guess.

We walked slowly over to a couch, where. I began to sit, and she shook her head.

"Kneel."

I knelt in front of the couch.

She took off her jeans and peeled off her panties. She sat on the edge of the couch and bucked her hips forward.

"Eat."

I began by kissing the insides of her thighs and moved until I was perched over her cunt. With a finger, I searched through her dense bush to find her clit. Once located, I moved my fingers up and down her cunt lips, getting them all juicy and returned to twist her little knob around.

She moaned softly, and began to play with her nipples. I positioned my lips over her clit and breathed out lightly. I extended my tongue and did my best to twirl around her clit without moving my head. Her stinking musk was intoxicating and I stopped to lap up her cunt juices. While licking, I put a finger or two inside her, but it was awkward so I stopped and concentrated on using my tongue against her little hood.

She sighed and moaned, and grabbed my hair pressing me against her hard. I put my lips in a circle and started move them around her lips.

"No... just.... use.... your... tongue...." She said through ragged breaths.

I did as I was instructed and her hands tightened in my hair as she jammed her groin up against me.

She stopped breathing for a second and started to convulse. I did my best to keep licking with her rhythm. Soon she was breathing rapidly, "Uhhhh! Uhhh! UHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" She came hard, squeezing her thighs, locking me against her. I was afraid she was going to break my neck!

Then, as if all the energy drained out of her, she slowly released me. Her thighs were slick with sweat and girl cream. Naughtily I went back to taste her a little more. I knew her lips would be sensitive. As I did, her eyes shot open and she jerked forward and slapped me hard against a cheek. "Bad Girl!" she was still winded.

So there we were.

She was a heap on the couch, and I was still on my knees. My ass hurting too much to sit down. Damn. All I could think about was the whipping I was going to get from Hildr tonight when she saw my red, raw ass.