My First Night as a Sub

[MissJeansPet]

Last night was the most amazing night of my life. Really it was. Actually it started early, late morning to be precise. But for a real sense of beginning I'd have to go back to the day before yesterday, or even four weeks ago. But I digress, and this isn't the place for details. Instead I'll save them for the interesting bits and just give you the highlights for now. I started dating Jean almost a month ago. Already I think she's perfect for me. This isn't the puppy love that teenagers get and lose so quickly. It's not even the passionate spark that blazes quickly, which I've occasionally called "love" in the past. She genuinely is perfect for me.

Sometime in the first couple weeks of our relationship, Jean found out something interesting about me. Occasionally when we made out, I'd pin her arms above her head. She loved it (and still does). When she tried it on me and saw how well I reacted, she asked me later and I admitted that, yes, I am a bit submissive.

Three days ago she told me she wanted to trust me completely with every part of herself. Two days ago she said she had a game she wanted to try. Yesterday I became her sub. And that brings me back to, well, the beginning.

Jean and I are both college students. After my morning class yesterday, I went to her room. She had told me it would be unlocked. We had been talking about my submission since the day before, and I was so excited to see her. At this point, the only thing both of us knew was that she was going to control my cock. My orgasms, my touches, my pleasure would be hers. The rest was details, to be discovered as we explored together.

When she opened the door and stepped into the room, I rushed to her. We fell to kissing and touching, much like we had any number of times before. But already the dynamic was different. There was a strange hint that she was allowing my touches and caresses. I think it turned us both on a great deal. In fantasy, of course, this is the part where she orders me to strip, reveals she's wearing a latex body suit under her jeans and tank-top, and ties me down to the bed. In reality we held and kissed and, more than anything else, we talked. We talked about what we thought we wanted and how neither one of us wanted to give up the things that already made our relationship so special.

But the more we talked, the more we agreed, and the more excited we both became. So talking quickly lead to teasing, and here she made the hint of her authority more clear. She laid down on the bed and patted the space next to her. I flopped happily down beside her and we started kissing again. Soon we were grinding against each other ... until she told me to stop moving. My hips were to remain stationary, no matter what else we did. She teased me like she had been born to do it. She knew precisely when a little extra pressure would elicit a frustrated groan from me or how a little distance would tempt me toward disobedience, and that refusing to disobey would elicit another frustrated groan.

Early in our relationship, Jean had told me she never had an orgasm. This was surprising to me, but because I had dated a couple girls whose orgasms were difficult or nonexistent, I believed her. The night before last, she corrected herself. No one else had ever given her an orgasm. She knew I wanted to be the first. But every time I asked to go down on her, she simply said, "No." After several requests, she amended the statement. "No," she said, "but keep asking." I asked again and again, getting somewhere close to begging. After a minute or so, she relented. I moved down her still-clothed body toward the new center of my universe. She lifted her hips as I removed first her pants and then her underwear, my hand already eagerly exploring her. She was already moaning with pleasure when my lips made contact with her moist slit.

Knowing that despite the sexual attention she had gotten in the past, no one had successfully brought her to orgasm, I expected to be in for a long haul. I worked my lips around her clit and flicked it with my tongue, sucking greedily. At the same time, I brought a finger into her pussy and slowly pushed in and out of her. Between moans, she told me to use two fingers. This direction gave me a renewed sense of purpose, and the work of my mouth, coupled with the thrusting of my fingers quickly had her tensing and shaking with the pleasure of a powerful orgasm. She pulled me back up to her face, telling me how amazing it was. I asked her if she wanted another one, and she told me, "No," saying she'd rather I ended on a high note instead of being frustrated by my failure to give her a second orgasm.

Not long after that, her legs were clenched tightly around my hand, three of its fingers firmly in her pussy and the thumb playing over her clit. I can't be certain but I think the second was more powerful than the first.

Being the only other person, besides herself, to give her not one, but two orgasms, had me feeling very proud of myself and had Jean feeling very tired. We decided to take a nap, but as we talked and snuggled it became obvious I wouldn't get any sleep. So, going back on her previous determination that I wouldn't have an orgasm until the weekend, she repaid my efforts O for O, as it were.

Content and exhausted, we both slept until the middle of the evening.

We woke hungry and decided to order a pizza, rather than leave her room and break the spell. After the intensity of our first, for lack of a better term, "session", I think we were both ready for some "vanilla" time. We ate pizza, watched Lost, played the new Mario game, and eventually started watching a movie.

The movie was one she had already seen, so it didn't take long for her to start trying to distract me. Ordinarily I would have either ignored her in favor of the movie or given in to her affection and turned my attention away from the TV screen. But with this new dynamic I found myself unable to do either. Even when she stripped and snuggled next to me, I couldn't turn away from the film and push myself on top of her; but neither could I ignore the soft insistence of her flesh so close to mine, with only my clothes separating our bodies. To say the end credits were a relief would be an understatement.

She crawled naked into bed after shutting off the television. I followed, stripping to my boxers and pausing a moment to ask how she wanted me to sleep. "Take them off," was her reply. "It'd be too easy if I let you keep them on." This is where the real teasing began. We cuddled and kissed. Occasionally she'd put a restriction on me, or direct me to do something--reminding me of her control (as if I needed reminders). She even directed me on top of her, letting me pin her arms down and grind against her, but her control was still complete. With a word and a touch she let me know I had had enough. And with a groan I settled down next to her. Pressing my body against her back.

Then she let me know how the night was going to work. She loved how excited I got her, and she wanted me to be aware of it all night. She told me that I could check to see how wet she was as often as I wanted. The only catch was that I couldn't use my fingers. Every time I wanted to "check her" I could only use my cock. I could crawl on top of her, press my body into hers, and feel her moisture with my erection. But I couldn't penetrate.

With the rules laid down, she checked my cock--giving it a few quick strokes to make sure I was as hard as possible--rolled onto her side, pressed her ass into me, and began slowly grinding against my throbbing member. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep, but it was almost an hour before my erection had gone down. And even then I wasn't anywhere near sleep. So for the first time of many, I adjusted the blankets, crawled on top of my Mistress, wiggled between her legs, and pressed my flaccid dick into her moisture. My erection was suddenly back with a vengeance, and even before I was completely hard, Jean was moaning a soft, "Hello, Love."

After we kissed for a bit, she gave me a nudge and I crawled off of her. Again her ass was against my cock, now wet from her juices. Again she was asleep in a matter of minutes. Again I waited at the edge of patience for my erection to subside.

A night of that routine would have been enough to push me to the limits of what I know of frustration. But Jean, despite her inexperience, is far too creative to let me find a routine within the first twenty-four hours of subbing. After I woke her again, she began making up new rules. Once, I begged her to let me penetrate her. She allowed it, and had me count thrusts before she made me get off of her. It started with only ten, and then another, until I had done a total of fifty that first time.

The next time, she let me inside of her without begging. Again, she had me count strokes for a little while and then I was done. But after giving me a chance to calm down she told me I had one minute to do anything I wanted (except cum). I could do anything to myself or to her, but I only had a minute. So after setting my watch and starting the timer, I quickly pushed myself into her and pounded away. I varied my speed to keep myself away from the impending edge, but I was going full tilt when my watch started beeping and I pulled myself out of her.

I think that was the first time I shook. It wouldn't be the last. She told me how happy she was with me and impressed with my self-control. And as I snuggled up beside her, whimpering with frustration, my abs convulsed. The muscles fired again and again. It was as though my body was trying to force an orgasm without any stimulation. My cock pressed firmly against Jean's ass and didn't move, but the rest of my body shook and shook. She soon discovered that she could make me shake more by rocking her hips back and forth or side to side. Every time I'd come close to calming down, she'd press into me and the convulsions would start anew. Even when I felt I couldn't take it any more, I stayed pressed against her.

She spoke softly to me, sometimes comforting, sometimes joking and laughing at my predicament. More than an hour later, I had calmed down enough that Jean fell asleep, and I was left with a flaccid cock and no means to do anything about it. After I woke her the next time, she gave me the next instruction. I could only wake her when the time had a "5" in it, and I had to do something other than check her wetness with my cock.

The time was 3:55, and I knew it wouldn't be right to wake her before 4am. At 4:05 I thought I should give her a little more time. At 4:15 I figured another ten minutes would be enough. I wasn't sure how long I could hold out before waking her again. I already knew how I planned to do it. At 4:27 I wondered what had happened to 4:25, and at 4:39 I realized I had dozed off for six or seven minutes. So at 4:44 I got myself ready, and when the clock ticked over to the next minute I whispered, "I'm going to kiss you from head to toe. I don't know if she woke up when I kissed her earlobe, or if it was somewhere around her breast, but by the time I got to her hip, she was awake and moaning unintelligible things. I slid my lips along her leg, avoiding her pussy because I didn't have permission. As I lifted her leg and kissed toward her ankle, she was moaning louder. By the time I was sucking on her toes, I thought she might orgasm again.

She didn't. Instead, she told me I could have her do anything I wanted, and I noticed with the slightest hopefulness that she didn't give a time limit. As she started talking about my options, I thought I'd ask her to suck on me. But when she mentioned being on all fours, I said that's what I'd like. So she rolled over, and I moved behind her. She gasped as I pushed into her soft, wet pussy, and I started to fuck her from behind. I don't know how long it lasted. I know that she encouraged me to put my hands where I wanted them. I know that at times I was slamming into her for all I was worth. And I know that suddenly I was pulling out of her, my ab spasms were stronger than ever, and it occurred to me that this was a lot like crying--but without tears.

I don't know how many more times I woke her up, fucked until she told me to stop, and shook until she fell asleep again. I do know that it was after this time, as I was trying to tell her what she meant to me, that she said she had a specific word in mind and that if I guessed it she'd make me cum. I tried several abstract nouns like, devotion, worship, love, and adoration. But she said none of them were the right word.

She slept, I whimpered. I think I may have slept for an hour or so, sometime around 6:00. But that was the only real sleep I got last night, and it didn't last. I woke her up several more times. Each time she'd work me into a frenzy of lust, make me stop, and let me hold her as I shook. As the spasms calmed, I'd try a few more words, but none of them were right.

The sun rose. The sky grew bright. Light crept into our sanctuary, and I knew I wasn't going to get any more sleep. She woke again and I asked her to please not let me fuck her anymore. She asked me why, and I told her I wasn't sure I'd stop in time. She told me I would. And then she made me prove her right. As I pulled out of her, shaking worse than ever, I told her how much I loved her. I told her I was hers. I was her pet, a name she'd been calling me all night. I told her I was her slave. She told me that was the word. Slave.

Then she asked me how I wanted her to make me cum. Of all the options she offered, I chose the one that I knew she liked from our vanilla life--had it really only been thirty hours earlier that our vanilla life had ended? I wanted her mouth on me. At first she made me kneel on all fours. She sucked on me from beneath, taking her time and enjoying when my arms began to shake from trying to hold myself up. But after bringing me to the edge, she decided the extra work wasn't worth it. Instead she opted for her own comfort, even if it meant mine as well. So she laid me on my back and went down on me. She drew me close to the edge with her beautiful lips. She held me tightly as my body shook and she began to swallow.

When she had sucked me dry, she moved up next to me on the bed, whispering her love to me. For a while I shook, my body exhausted from the exertion and the pleasure. She held me. The room grew steadily lighter. And I slept.

[MissJeansPet]

So this is in the form of a story, but really it was an assignment from MistressJean. She wanted me to give a full report of the events of last night. I may have been poetic, but the facts are unaltered. I hope you all enjoy it.

~pet

[clamps]

tldr

[MissJeansPet]

Thank you. With a total of four keystrokes you've made me rethink my entire writing style. But seriously why comment on something you didn't bother to read, even if it is just to say you didn't read it?

~pet

[clamps]

lol, yeah it was a cuntish thing to do. Relax, I was just trolling.

[Dan]

A really interesting report, and well written
It looks like you're both having a lot fun with this, and Miss Jean seems to be finding her feet as your Mistress pretty quickly!

[MistressJean]

Hmm... My love, after rereading this (thank you, by the way, I needed that relief so early)... I must say I'm a tad disappointed in the fact that you left out my little bite marks and nail scratches. Hmm... must have to be harder next time to be worth remembering. You seemed to like it a lot at the time, though.

Like I said, a tad disappointing...

You'll have to make it up to me in a few hours when you can get your quaking body back over here.

Also, obviously the time was 6:30...

You still seem to be sleeping.

Such a shame.

[xxxWhale]

Hmm... My love, after rereading this (thank you, by the way, I needed that relief so early)... I must say I'm a tad disappointed in the fact that you left out my little bite marks and nail scratches. Hmm... must have to be harder next time to be worth remembering. You seemed to like it a lot at the time, though.

Like I said, a tad disappointing...

You'll have to make it up to me in a few hours when you can get your quaking body back over here.

Also, obviously the time was 6:30...

You still seem to be sleeping.

Such a shame.

Happy playing :P

[zadig]

What a lovely recounting of your first night of dominance and submission. Thank you for sharing it. The two of you sound like a well-matched couple.

Be well,
zadig

[MissJeansPet]

NooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOooooo!!!!

I was awake at 6:30, I swear! She was going to give me a show, and I missed it! I think there was a problem with the webcam connection. All I saw was a still image of her sleeping. (Which was nice, don't get me wrong--just not what I was looking for.)

Sorry I didn't include the bites and scratches, Love. I can still feel them, so I didn't forget. But my memory was pretty hazy, and I wrote this in one sitting. Come to think of it, I don't know where I would add them if I were to go back and edit. I'm pretty sure it was while we were fucking, but which time?

I'm such a lucky sub!

~pet

[Little Miss Jay]

What a fun first night I loved reading all about your night
MissJeansPet- you are a VERY lucky pet!

Welcome to Milovana both of you!

Little Miss Jay x

[Foxhawke]

I'd also like to chime in and say I enjoyed your story. Best of luck to the both of you in your exploration and I hope we'll see more stories in the future.

[MissJeansPet]

Thank you all for your kind words and well-wishes. It was a lot of fun rummaging through my lust-addled memories and trying to get the details correct. Although, as MistressJean says, not every detail made it into the story.

But, judging by her reaction, you can all expect more writing from me in the future. Thanks!

~pet

[christopher]

Lucky, lucky boy. Nicely told story as well

[MistressJean]

He IS a very lucky boy... although I must admit that I am very lucky as well. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have found what he calls, "my true calling."

Now he's resting before class... but I intend to keep him distracted throughout. Shame, too, seeing as that professor is one of my all time favorites. Oh well, I'll educate him myself later.

I never knew this could be so much fun!!

Mistress Jean