Hotel Bar Meetup 03 - Sat. Afternoon

Hotel Bar Meetup: Saturday Afternoon

Dom

We are back at the hotel, and I told her to get ready. I gave her an outfit I picked up in the store; one from the back, I muse to myself with a slight smile on my face. I've always enjoyed the setup of one of my bondage rendezvous with a woman. It's methodical and meticulous and gets me in the right mindset. The systematic nature of ropes tends to immerse me in that mindset more effectively than other things, but my vixen isn't quite prepared for it yet.

I can hear the music playing from the bathroom. I had a speaker set up for what was meant to be last night, but it's finally getting used today. The playlist is sensual and slow. It's relaxing her and turning her on at the same time. We discussed in depth how sounds can affect her arousal.

She likes sensual music to get her in the mood. She likes hearing her own moans and screams of passion. The sound of her wet pussy being penetrated makes her squirm with taboo-like embarrassment. The sound of my praise heats up her body and makes her cheeks flush. The sound of my deep groans and growls make her thighs tremble, and when I let out a final loud moan with my orgasm, she often climaxes in response. She likes the build.

My arousal is increasing with my thoughts and the accompanying images. I want to be inside her as I moan into her ear, and she brings me to orgasm. She'll drain every last drop out of me.

I shake my head to regain control. But I have to compose myself so I can show my little Vixen who is in control and that she can trust me to take care of her. Several deep breaths later, the door creaks open behind me.

Vixen

Okay, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Just keep breathing. Don't be so damn nervous! I think to myself while showing my bravest face. The outfit is nothing like I would have imagined ever wearing. A bunch of straps and black silk with buckles and snaps are all over me in a way that makes me look like maybe I got lost in a net more than put on something to wear. Unfortunately, I am unable to finish the intense process of putting it on alone. I feel ashamed that I couldn't dress myself properly for his fantasy and timidly walk to him with my eyes downcast.

In the meekest voice I've ever heard exit my mouth, I half whisper, "I can't get it on by myself." In response, I hear a soft exhale, maybe even a chuckle? His hands brush my hair to the side, and the touch is so gentle and tender my knees nearly buckle. I can feel heat rising in my belly at the graze of his fingers on the back of my neck. His tender touch has me fastened into my intricate lingerie in expert time.

After that, he pulls both of my arms behind me, and I feel something soft encircling each wrist. They are loose at first, but are quickly tightened and buckled. I can feel that the inside may be soft against my skin, but the outside is rough leather with various small metal pieces hanging off of them. Dom allows me to feel them, but not see them as he holds my arms in place behind me. Finally he brings the wrist cuffs together and another buckle is heard. Now he can let go of my arms, but I can no longer bring them forward.

My arms cuffed behind my back force me to slightly thrust my chest forward when I stand and the perverse position does not go unnoticed. He places himself in front of me and begins by kissing me desperately. He dominates my mouth with his own and his tongue pushes it's way inside. His hands snake into my hair, and his fingers find my roots as he pulls my head back so far as to push me at a dangerous angle. My feet try to find purchase in this new, challenging position, causing his fingers to pull tighter. Tears sting my eyes as his tongue retreats while he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and his teeth firmly latch against my bottom lip. A slight, surprised squeal escapes me in response. I'm terrified I'm going to fall, but his teeth have abruptly brought me back to the moment.

He finally releases my bruised bottom lip with a pop. His hand at my roots never relaxes, though his tongue trails obscenely down my neck and collarbone. Circling and stopping every so often to suck or nibble on the delicate skin. I'm still afraid of falling backwards, but a part of me knows he won't let me fall. I close my eyes and focus on his touch.

My chest is marked by his trail of kisses. Now he reaches my breasts perched on the lace cup of the strappy lingerie. My nipples were initially barely covered by the sheer fabric, and the bent position has further exposed them. Nipples completely exposed and vulnerable to him now in this position I can't help but get excited with what's to come. My eyes are closed, and the angle of my position limits my view. Yet, I can feel him.

His tongue teases my nipple. Flicking out to lick the tip three times before pulling back to blow cold air. Both nipples harden at the sharp temperature contrast. They are so hardened now that they are slightly painful. I stumble backwards, and he releases my tormented nipple briefly to chuckle and move to the other side.

This time, there is no teasing game. His saliva covers me, and I begin to pant with anticipation. The sensation of curling in my abdomen intensifies. Similar to an old light in a garage slowly flickering to life. How is he affecting my body like this? I am in complete disbelief. No one has ever had this kind of power over me. My legs start to tremble slightly, and I lose my balance momentarily, again. Dom stops me from falling and rights me on my feet. He lets go of my hair and straightens me as much as my bound arms will allow.

Dom smiles down at me. A crooked smile that promises bad things, but it makes me wet regardless. He reaches behind me and grabs something I can't really see at the moment.

"I'm going to blindfold you next. Not the whole time, but initially. We are going to do some very intense things now that I know you are new to. That means I will be checking in from time to time. I will simply say, 'check-in'. You are to say, 'good', or 'break'. If you are gagged you give me one nod up and down for 'good', and one shake side to side for 'break'. It's important for you to communicate with me, Vixen. Do you understand all of this?" Dom asks me as though it had been rehearsed.

"Yes, sir. I understand." is my confident reply. My anticipation is starting to set my nerves aflame, and I have to do another breathing exercise.

"Close your eyes, Vixen." Dom whispers sensually into my ear. He knows that those whispers make my toes curl, and I can feel wetness pooling between my thighs. And with that last thought, a soft material is draped tightly over my head and across my eyes. It is a simple, soft eye mask that has an elastic band going around my head to keep it in place. Dom even tucks it gently behind my ears to make sure I'm comfortable.

Breathe. Just breathe. My inner monologue is back on repeat again. His hands are what pull me back from the brink of insanity this time. He gently pets my body in different places. His fingertips softly graze my skin at my hip, causing a slight twitch from the tickling sensation. He turns the back of his fingers towards me as they softly caress my side. My teeth begin to chatter and clench in response. Inhaling sharply through clenched teeth, I feel my knees slightly buckle. As his fingers move from the valley of my breasts up to my neck I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

That firm grip grounds me once more. How does he understand me so well?

Dom

She's nervous again. I can tell by her responses. When her teeth start to chatter and her whole body trembles I know I am pushing her somewhere that could send her spiraling. I have to get her out of the head space frequently, but I don't mind. I can be patient for my vixen. She needs a gentle and firm hand to guide her into this world, and I love being that for her.

Her body is a feast for the eyes. She is wrapped up in bondage lingerie just the way I like. Her beautiful breasts and nipples are on display for me, and that pink little pussy is waiting to be touched. It makes her self-conscious and aroused simultaneously. She has shown me this on many occasions. Her usual lingerie always covers too much of that delectable body I crave. That's why I bought her all new. I want her dressed the way I say this weekend.

My hand is firmly wrapped around her delicate neck, using it to guide her back to the bed. The backs of her legs hit first, and I push her down onto a comfortable seat. I remove my hand from her neck and gaze down at my self-conscious little beauty. Then I run my fingers through her hair a couple of times to reassure her that I am pleased. She needs constant reminders of her good behavior. Another aspect she will become more confident with over time, but I can provide her with what she needs now.

When I'm certain her nerves are calming, I reach over to my hidden shelf of different play things. I knew she couldn't see them from where we met in the alcove between room and bathroom, which makes me smile at the idea of all the surprises.

I find the ball gag first. "I know you tend to get loud, but we are going to have to keep it a bit quiet for the neighbors, Vixen." With that, I place the ball at her lips, and she parts them without being told. "Good girl." I praise. She adjusts the ball in her mouth with her tongue a bit, while I buckle the gag behind her head. With this new toy, she is a vision of bondage beauty. Then one more flip of a switch, and the camera pointed directly at her starts recording. The one at the back of the room, pointed at the back of her head, has been on since the start.

"Did you like the idea of getting caught earlier, Vixen? The thought that at any moment someone could have seen what a dirty little whore you were being in that shop?" She loves the idea of being caught, but actually getting caught would probably be too far past her boundary at this point. I bring it up to remind her of her slutty adventure earlier. With that, a flush comes over her face and chest, and she nods her head.

Stomping to her doesn't take long due to the proximity of the room, but I make sure she hears my heavy steps. Then I grab her throat firmly and say with command, "How do you answer your Dom?" I know she can barely gasp out a response but her breathless answer is enough to satisfy me for the moment. "Try again." I say as I release her throat.

A couple of soft coughs come out first, then I hear an intake of breath. Through her ball gag a saliva accompanied, "Es, ir. I iked it." I can figure out what she is saying with that.

I push her down onto the bed slowly so as not to hurt her bound arms behind her back. Once she is laying down, I can see drool escaping her gag and starting to make a trail down her jaw and into her hair. My vixen is about to get messy, and I can't wait. I love her in her lingerie, but I can't wait to see her a sloppy mess after I've done what I want to do with her. I can feel my cock hardening again and I look down at her exposed, shaved pussy.

I can see glistening moisture smeared on her inner thighs and around her labia. My fingers trail down her stomach, which rises and falls quickly now with anticipation. I need to touch her exposed little pussy before I lose my mind. This morning has me in need. I may not be able to draw this out as much as I had originally planned.

Vixen

Although my arms are slightly uncomfortable behind my back, the rest of me is starting to feel like molten under his touch. I can also feel saliva running down my jaw and am embarrased at how I must appear. Anytime I try to swallow it down though, the reality of the ball gag tells me that isn't going to happen.

The sensation of his fingers tracing down my center sends a jolt through my core that cannot be ignored this time. Pulses go straight to my clit, and my body twitches in response. Finally his fingers find the top of my mound, and suddenly I'm left alone. My forehead scrunches in undeniable disappointment and a surprised and slightly annoyed 'humph' comes through.

Dom did not like the response. I was told so with the sharp and sudden slap to my inner thigh. I scream into the ball-gag, but most of the sound is lost. Then his fingers reappear, tracing gentle circles on my inner thighs. I know he can see and feel how wet I am from the resulting wetness that was left there. As his fingers graze closer to my labia, I can feel my thighs starting to twitch and tremble at his touch. I need more! Is my thought but aloud I only let out a long moan. His fingers now trace my outer lips and tantalize my entrance to the point where my back arches involuntarily. The desire to have him inside me drives my hips to find a possible solution.

After a couple moments of this, I feel his other palm flatten on my stomach and guide me back down to the bed. Once my back hits the mattress fully, two relentless fingers dive inside of me without any warning at all. I scream into my gag again, and my thighs clench on instinct. He removes his hand from my abdomen and pushes my thighs back apart with a, "No no, bad girl. These stay open." The next thing I feel is a light pinch on my inner thigh so close to my center it causes pain and pleasure to collide. My head reels for a few seconds at the sensation and I am forced to arch again. The build of the feeling is tearing my core apart.

His fingers start their work to settle me down from the extreme feeling I just experienced; I'm not used to much in the way of pain and pleasure at the same time. I can feel his two fingers inside of me, moving quickly. He pushes his digits against my G-spot again and again. His hand is still at the base of me, but the movements inside are causing my body to spasm again. He continues on and on, listening to me squeal behind the gag like a whore. The build up is taking so long, but is so intense at the same time. I can feel my core getting closer and closer to the edge.

"An I um?!" I manage out desparately behind my gag.

"No." is all I am met with and his fingers leave me in an unsatisfied heap on the bed. I scream out at him by complete lack of self control in this moment and I am rewarded with a hard slap on my thigh. I whimper in response and can feel tears soaking into the mask around my eyes.

"You don't get to decide anything right now, and you will respect that. Now apologize." he commands me at every turn.

"orry, ir." I attempt to say.

"I am being very patient with you, Vixen. But I will not tolerate disrespect." when he says this to me I can't help but feel ashamed and disappointed in myself.

"I want you on your hands and knees on the bed. But you're going to stay blindfolded. Wait for me to guide you on where to go. Do you understand?" The new command tells me we have moved on from my transgression.

"es, ir." my pathetic response. I feel him dip onto the bed behind me and unclasp my wrist cuffs. When I attempt to pull my arms out to their normal position I inhale sharply at how sore they have already become. My Dom knows what to do, though. His strong hands knead into my biceps and forearms as he kisses the back of my neck and shoulders. These little reminders of his gentleness are what I keep holding onto in my mind.

Once my arms are massaged back to a regular blood flow, he stands me up at the side of the bed. He takes his time positioning me so I am on my hands and knees. Then he leaves me alone for a minute or two, but I can hear him getting something. When he comes back something pokes and prods around my gagged mouth. He is cleaning up the lost saliva with.. a dildo, maybe?

"Get it nice and wet, Vixen." he says to me, but he whispered it so lowly that it almost sounds like maybe he was speaking to himself. Drool has to be dripping from my mouth and he keeps passing whatever the phallic shaped thing is across my mouth. This is causing me to feel embarrassed again, and I can feel the hot flush spreading across my chest and face. I told him many times that I fantasized about being humiliated, but wasn't sure I actually could do it. I think he is giving me a taste of this now. The realization hits me, and a fresh wave of trembles and wetness washes over me like a ton of bricks. I almost collapse onto the mattress completely, but I manage to regain control of my arms and legs.

Now he leaves me and I am left a drooling mess on all fours on the bed. It doesn't last long, though. The bed dips down behind me with his weight and I feel his naked legs hit mine. He lines himself up behind me and I feel something blunt hit my soaking wet opening. Just like last time he gives no warning when two fingers shove their way inside. The sudden movement pushes me forward and brings out a low groan.

The squelching of my wet pussy trying to hold on to his probing fingers is such a dirty noise that the trembling starts all over again and I am barely able to contain myself. His fingers pump in and out of me faster and faster. My head falls between my arms as I can barely keep myself in a state of conscious thought.

Before I can slip completely into pleasured oblivion, he withdraws his fingers and I am offered momentary relief, or disappointment? As I try to find my bearings the long and now wet toy enters inside of me. It is slightly bigger than his combined two fingers and the new stretch causes me to scream out into my gag. My treacherous hips, however, move backward to take more. I realize quickly that he isn't even moving, but I am. I take more and more of the toy; adjusting myself when needed. My hips come forward slightly to plunge backwards again and again. The movement is becoming rhythmic and sensual. When my head comes back up and I am panting again through my gag, he takes the toy out.

This time I hide my disappointment better. He never keeps me waiting too long, though. I feel something hot at my entrance again. His hands grab either of my hips and fiercely he shoves inside of me to the hilt. His masculine groan of complete pleasure spurring me into a new level of turned on I can't believe I hadn't reached before. He starts to pump into me firmly and holds my hips hard enough I will surely have new little bruises to match the ones from last night. I can't help but match his thrusts with moans of my own.

The build is quick and I feel myself getting close again. "Ease, ir! An I um?!" I hate how ridiculous I sound, but I need him to say yes. He doesn't answer me, but he grabs both of my shoulders hard, which causes me to be shoved harder still onto his cock. He is driven to short and punishing thrusts.

Through his clenched teeth I hear a rough and deep, "Cum for, me. Now! Cum with my cock inside of you. Scream out your orgasm from behind your gag, you naughty girl!" That does it! The filth of the statement combined with the masculinity behind it sends me over the edge and I am in complete and udder ecstasy. My screams are barely being contained by the gag this time. My whole body is light and heavy at the same time. My muscles are tensing and my thighs are shaking so hard I can barely stay upright. He senses my need and an arm holds me up by wrapping around my middle. Just as the orgasm start to slip away slightly, his fingers get to work at my clit.

The oversensitive bud is practically pulsating and his fingers are too rough. The sensation is too great. I can't contain myself! My body weight is completely dropped and I collapse to the bed, taking him with me. He is now inside of me, but laying atop my body. Somehow his fingers are still able to tug and rub and pull which sends my orgasm back to it's peak and my screams are drowned into the mattress this time. I can't tell what body part is doing what. I am so far into the abyss of pleasure I am simply a twitching body. After what seems like a very long orgasm he finally pulls himself out of me and lifts my overworked body back into position. This time he gives me a strong pillow underneath to help me hold myself up. He takes good care of me.

Dom

I love when she cums like that. I've seen her do it online. She can have an orgasm and if I play my part just right she can have another one back-to-back which come so quick and strong she goes insane. It's made her squirt at times too. Pace yourself. I have to remind myself over and over that she is new or I know I will ask too much of her too quickly.

That powerful of an orgasm requires a check on my little vixen. "Check-in." is said loud enough to be heard but not so loud to completely derail the mood. Like a good girl she nods her head once. I smile. I'm proud of my girl. She is starting to trust me more and more.

She will need to trust me for my next surprise.

I remove the ball gag and a sigh of relief comes out of her mouth. Her hand reaches up to wipe her face and I grab it mid-reach. "Who told you to clean yourself up?" I ask with a hint of annoyance in my tone. I need her to start to understand her limitations.

Her hand goes quietly back down to her side and she whispers, "I'm sorry, Sir." She looks so fuckable right now. Her thighs are smeared in glistening wet, her mouth, neck, and jawline shine with saliva, and her hair has started to tangle and pull out of the constraints. Her lingerie is displaying her swinging tits and perfectly round little ass so sensually that I make sure to capture the beauty of it in the cameras. I walk all around her with one more I had saved for close ups. She has no idea she is being filmed, and I'm excited to see what the shock of it will do to her.

Coming up behind her on my knees again. I can't help but smile with anticipation. "You with me, Vixen?"

"Yes, sir." she breathes out in deep pants.

"This is going to be something new." I say to her with complete confidence that my girl can take it.

Vixen

I feel him behind me. I'm nervous again, but have a pretty good guess that we are moving on to anal. I used the toy that he sent me, but I didn't have enough time between then and now to really move up much in sizes. The idea scares me and excites me, but I kind of like it. I am just afraid of the pain.

The feel of something entering my pussy has me arch and squeal into the room. It surprised me, but wasn't at all unpleasant. The toy goes deeper inside of me as he leans across my back and lays some of his weight onto me. His lips are at my ear when he whispers, "You're gonna have to keep yourself quiet, Vixen. Otherwise I will tape your mouth shut." He then sucks my earlobe into his mouth and scrapes it lightly with his teeth as he lets go. The move makes me shudder.

The weight of him leaves me and I feel the gentle and rhythmic in and out of the toy inside of my soaking wet pussy. It is sending me into an almost trans-like state. I'm becoming comforted by the feel of the soft pillow beneath me, holding some of my weight. The in and out has a metronome feel and is comforting now. My mind suddenly focuses; he lulls you into this state and then abruptly pushes you somewhere else. Be ready! I tighten every muscle in my body slightly to prepare for whatever he has prepared next.

He stops the in-and-out move of the toy and leaves, but leaves it inside of me. Then I hear a hum and a sudden sucking sensation on my clit comes to life. My muscles clench harder and I moan quietly and bite my lip as a reminder to not get too loud. He massages the sucking appendage around my swollen clit. That slight pain and pleasure are mixing again and my body is trembling. It feels more good than anything and I arch my back to take it harder against my sensitive spot.

I hear some liquid coming out of a bottle. The cold of something hitting my ass cheeks has me lurch forward. His hand finds my hip and places me correctly back to where he wants me. He is smearing the liquid all over me. My ass is now covered in it. It feels more like oil, slippery but in a good way. Then I feel a bunch of the oily liquid hit my anus. The shock of it makes me squeal. I'm rewarded with a hard slap to the ass. My lips purse together and my teeth dig into my lips to keep me quiet. That bubble of humiliation hits my nerves and I can feel an inner heat rising again. The thought of him paying that much attention to that part of me is so dirty and wrong I can't tell if I want it or hate it.

I feel the start of his finger probing at my tight hole. The feeling of the clit sucking vibrator resting in my pussy, joined with his finger playing at that forbidden spot is making me crazy. I try to stay as still as possible. When one fingertip enters me it doesn't hurt with all of the lube, but it still feels wrong. This is something dirty girls do. Is my current replay. That thought sends hot chills down my spine and pool in my core. My body is primed and ready to take this new intrusive turn of events.

He slowly moves his fingertip in deeper, and the burn is starting to intensify. When his finger starts to pump in and out of my ass I can't help but moan, but make sure to do so into the mattress beneath me. Ass pointed into the air, he takes advantage of the situation. I feel more of the oil and another finger slowly stretch it's way into my hole. This time my body protests. I lurch farther into the mattress. The pain of the stretch is overriding the pleasure and I'm not sure I can take it.

"Breathe, Vixen." is his only command. He stays with his digits slowly stretching and invading. The toy in my pussy never lets up and he just keeps telling me to breathe. I listen to my Dom. My breathing is deep and methodical. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I do this several times before I can calm my breathing back down. He never stopped throughout. He is timing my calming with the stretching of my asshole. Making it something pleasurable instead of painful.

After a few minutes of this I hear his words again, "Check-in." I hesitate slightly, but I don't want to stop. Not yet.

"Good." I say in response.

"Did you use the toys I sent you, Vixen?" he asks me. I told him earlier that I had, but I didn't necessarily tell him I hadn't used them all. In fact I only got to step two out of five.

"I used them, sir." is my half-truth response.

He somehow sees inside of my mind and his fingers withdraw to add a third finger in my stretched little hole. "Really? All of them?" is his response to my outcry with the addition of the third finger.

Through clenched teeth I respond, "No, sir. Not all of them. I only made it to step two."

My punishment is immediate, and I can sense his genuine disappointment in me. Fingers still stretching me inside he uses the force of his other hand to slap me repeatedly on my ass. His next words sting as much as his repeated slaps to my ass. "Girls that don't do what they're told get punished!" He is clearly upset with me, and I feel so ashamed. All I want now is to prove that I can do what he needs.

"Please, sir. I'm so sorry." I whine up to him, knowing it will do nothing to improve his mood.

The vibrator shuts down and is taken out of me. The biggest thing pushing me into pleasure is gone. I'm left with only his digits inside of my ass. It's humiliating and punishing knowing that I disappointed him so much.

His three fingers pump inside of me with intent. They mean to stretch and punish at the same time. I'm moaning through my clenched mouth again. Moaning and whining and whimpering. I can't even define the sounds now. I'm definitely crying, but it's just further soaking the blindfold.

"We can't use the toy I had intended to use now and I am very disappointed, Vixen." He says to me in a voice that he uses to scold. "But, we can still play with this tight little asshole the way it needs to be played with." He then takes all three fingers from me and a sigh of relief comes out of my mouth.

My breaths are short and trying to compensate for the crying. I start hiccuping because of all of it happening at the same time. That's when another blunt thing hits my tortured opening. I can tell this one is larger than anything before and instinctively my head turns in a failed attempt to see what it is this time. He rights my head by wrapping his hand in my hair and pulling sharply. I whine into the room this time. He is pulling my hair and forcing me to arch my back when the new toy slips past my entrance and pushes its way into the walls of my ass. I let out a scream, and am not disciplined. Maybe he realized I had to? The stretch is getting to be more and more. I don't think I will be able to take anymore when the largest part of the stretch come to an abrupt end and I am left with my hole plugged.

He gives me a moment to adjust to the new feeling. It is punishing and pleasuring at the same time. My mind is growing tired of this game. I want to say the safe word, but I don't want to disappoint Dom again. You can do this. Just a little bit longer. Just take deep breaths. I talk myself into relaxing again using my inner monologue and breathing exercise.

Just as the thoughts start to play on repeat again, he commands me to breathe again from behind. He always seems to know what I need.

I feel a tug on the invasive toy, and the thing is being pulled out of me. Slowly. The giant stretch that had been the end a few minutes ago is now what greets me. My mouth widens into a silent scream, and my toes curl. He leaves the toy at that exact spot, stretching my asshole as wide as the toy can. Then he shoves it back inside. The force causes me to fall onto the pillow beneath me completely. He holds my ass in the air with one arm under my hips. I am useless for the moment in holding myself up.

He continues this torturous stretch several more times. Each time the stretch becomes more erotic. More taboo. He is ruining my tiny little asshole, and I am so turned on by the thought. What the hell is wrong with you?! vaguely crosses my mind, but I throw it out as soon as it entered. It is starting to feel too good to care whether or not I am normal for liking this.

"You like it, don't you?" he is reading my thoughts again. He knows how easily embarrassed I can be, and these 'dirty girl' things push me to my place of humiliation I had wanted to try. He is going to make me admit that I like it when he takes me in the ass out loud to him. The idea makes me shiver. But a little piece of me wants to rebel.

"Maybe. But only a little, sir." I say back in a small attempt to challenge. I'm rewarded again with a sharp pull on my hair and my whole body being brought back to doggy-style position.

"You've lied to me enough today, Vixen." he practically barks into me ear. I know I pushed him a little far this time, but I sort of like him on the edge with me.

"I'm sorry, sir. I like it. I like the toy in my ass." I string the sentences together so fast, I'm surprised he understood them at all.

With that the toy is yanked almost too painfully from my hole. He is losing some of his composure, and it turns me on so much that I can have that kind of affect over him. It causes a slight smile to come across my face.

He doesn't say a word, but I feel more lube hit my puckered hole and something warm greet me. His hand is back to pulling my hair punishingly and arching my back. He lines whatever this new thing is with me, and I feel some of his weight shift onto my back.

With extreme suddenness the blindfold is lifted and I am greeted by soft light. The contrast is so much, though, that I still have to blink my eyes into focus. At the exact same time as the blinding light, his hard cock pushed its way far into my anus. It was my punishment. No build. No words of praise. Just raw and rough punishment. Tears spring to my eyes in response, but I am given no time to recover before he is pounding his thickness inside of me.

His hand is still holding my hair back and forcing me to arch. When I regain my senses a little I am able to make sense of what I am seeing. There are lights all around me, not bright, but enough to see exactly what's happening. He is behind me, and I can see him watching me from his reflection in the mirror directly in front of us. I had known it was there, but hadn't thought about the fact that he had seen me from this view the whole time as well.

I was a sight to behold. My hair was plastered to my forehead in places with sweat. My eyes were red from crying, and all of my mascara was smudged and streaked. I was panting like a scared dog with my mouth wide open and my throat completely exposed. My eyebrows were scrunched due to the intensity of all of the feeling in my body. I could see the top of my ass cheeks, which were pink in the mirror. But most of all I could see him. He was staring at me with an intensity I'd never seen in him before. His hold was back in his favorite place on my hips and he was shoving himself to the hilt inside of me over and over again.

"Say it!" he barely made the command come through his clenched teeth. He was close.

"I love it when you fuck my asshole, sir!" was my throaty response. The angle of my position made it difficult to talk correctly, and made breathing a little more measured as well. After several more punishing thrusts, he snaked his hand around my middle and up to my neck. His hold pulled me up so that my back rested against his chest. All the while he still thrusted into my ass. Now the punishing feeling turned into something different.

With a chaste kiss to the side of my head, he growled out, "I want you to cum while I take you in the ass. Get ready." It was most definitely not a request.

My body was moving in tandem with his. My hands were resting against his arm that was tightening slowly around my throat. My gaze shifted slightly to the side and that's when I saw it; a camera was pointed directly at me! I tried to buck in response. I needed to cover myself! But his tight hold held me in place and cut off the sounds of my protests. His cock never once stopped, denying me any reprieve. I was stuck like this. I was getting fucked in the ass for whomever to see. They saw every little bit of me too. It was humiliating! Who was watching this whole time?! I couldn't get the words out, but tears streaked down my face.

He started thrusting harder and harder into my anus and I could feel a build that I wasn't ready to face. It felt incredibly bad, and incredibly good. This new set of colliding emotions was more than I could handle at this point and I could feel myself climbing higher and higher.

"Look into the camera and tell them what we're doing. Tell the camera what I'm doing to make you cum!" he had taken on a new voice I hadn't heard before. I had to look back into the mirror to make sure it was really him. Something very raw had taken him over and I saw the dark side of Dom. I had never been more turned on in my entire life. "NOW, VIXEN!

With the force of boulder, my orgasm crashed over me. It felt different at first than a clitoral orgasm that I was used to. My ass and thighs all trembled and my body bucked with a will of it's own. I was no longer in control. Dom seemed to understand that. His climax was coinciding with mine, and I could feel my muscles tightening around him. His face was a mix of pain and pleasure and it all made sense to me. He wanted me to experience exactly what he was feeling.

I couldn't forget his command and as I came I yelled straight to the camera, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming with his hard cock in my ass! I love it when he ruins my tiny asshole!" I've never felt so dirty, humiliated, or alive at the same time in my life. I'm stunned by how easily he took me from 'curious little vixen' to 'dirty whore, Vixen'. The waves of my climax are almost too much to handle and I can feel his grip tighten around me more as his own orgasm takes him to ecstasy. With one final deep thrust into me and a groan loud enough for the neighbors to hear, he collapses us onto the pillows.

His cock is still inside of me when he kisses the back of my neck and whispers, "Good job, Vixen. You took your first anal ride well."

I glance back at him, unable to resist my curiosity now that the intensity of the orgasm is fading. "Who is watching us?" I whisper, as though that might be a saving grace at this point.

He smiles back at me and cups the side of my face. "I told you that I would be recording one of our times together. It is strictly for my use only. No one else gets to see." Then with a reassuring kiss on the forehead he ends the conversation.

He withdraws from me and gently guides me off the bed and to the bathroom. We shower together, but there is no sex this time. He meticulously cleans every inch of me. Then he guides me out, dries me with a soft towel, and dresses me in a fluffy, black robe. He wears black, loose pajama pants. He takes me back to the room where the cameras and lights are already off, and gently lays me on the bed. A curtain is pulled and the natural light of dusk pours into the room. The contrast to the dark is comforting now. Then he sits next to me and feeds me some water and chocolates. While he does so he talks to me with a calming sweet voice, reassuring me of everything I did so well. He's told me about this. It's called after care. It is definitely something a woman could get used to.

I'm suddenly exhausted and need to rest. True to form, Dom knows this before I do, and he tucks me into his side on the bed. I curl up into him and he plays with my hair until I fall asleep.