She likes her men well disciplined

July 28th, 1999

My senior year at University, I met this chick in one of my classes that just opened new doors for me. Jen was this gorgeous Vietnamese gal, and a total Goth. It used to drive me completely nuts to see her with her black knee high Doc Marten boots, her short black leather skirt, that was fastened with snaps along the front, almost like an invitation. She was like as intelligent as she was a babe too. Just blew my mind completely.

Anyway, Jen and I often ended up at each other's pads doing homework, and one night Jen asked me if I was horny. I was often hot and bothered by her, but I had never let it come between my homework and I, but now that the opportunity seemed to present itself, I certainly wouldn't say no.

So I tell Jen that I am, and she tells me to get on my knees. She comes behind and pulls down my pants, and my briefs to my knees. She tells me to bend over, and stay still until she comes back, and to address her as Mistress Jennifer from now on.

At this point I'm figuring if it's a sex game, I'm into it, anything to get this babe in bed. She came back within minutes and I turned around to see. I noticed she'd replaced her black spandex top with a black spandex corset, and that her skirt was unbuttoned enough for him to see that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Who gave you permission to look? You're a bad boy, I'll have to discipline you for that.".

That's when I felt the whip sting on my ass.

"From the day I first saw you at school, with that skirt that just says fuck me," I answered.

I heard the whip crack again on my ass. I also became aware that I had this most incredible hard on. I took my right hand and held my dick, and before I knew it, the whip cracked down again.

"You have to ask my permission to masturbate Stephane, understood".

"Yes Mistress Jennifer." I muttered.

I was so turned on at that point, imagining her behind me with the whip. I wanted to feel it cracking again, so I played the game.

"Mistress Jen, I know I'm a bad boy. Right now I'm thinking about which position I'd like to fuck you in".

As expected the whip came down along with Jen's humiliating comments about pathetic spineless males like me. She then told me that I could masturbate, but I had to wait for her permission to come or else, that's all the coming I'd be getting.

She whipped me again, because of course, who else but a poor pathetic loser would shake himself in front of a beautiful woman like her.

"Oh yes, Mistress Jennifer, I deserve being whipped, I am such a bad boy, obsessed with nothing but carnal pleasure," I said expecting her whip again. I could feel this burning sensation on my ass, and it was like a huge turn on. I was so close to coming, it was so difficult to hold back.

That's when she told me to strip completely naked. Then she came over and put a dog collar on me and told me to stay on the ground kneeling. Now it's a good thing I used to play catcher in little league baseball and my knees could handle it fine. I'd feel sorry for the poor bastard who didn't have good knees.

She sat down on a beanbag, with her legs wide open in front of me and told me to walk on my knees to her. So I made my way to her and stopped in front of her trying not to look. She noticed my cock was hard as rock, and told me to think about my mother. Within seconds my erection dropped to nothing, and I noticed her putting a cock-ring on my dick.

I also noticed that there were clothespins on the ground next to the beanbag. She ordered me to make her come using mostly my mouth, with assistance from my hands. I figured it would be a piece of cake. I didn't expect Jen to be totally quiet. I had to learn to read her breathing and her quivering. At one point I guess I had got off track and out of nowhere I feel pain in my right nipple, then I realised what Jen had put it there.

"This is a reminder that you're not even close to making me cum.", Jen said in a sultry voice.

At that point I just plunged in. This woman wanted to cum, I was going to make her cum every if it took all night. It nearly did. I mean as soon as I thought she was about to scream, it was I who screamed from pain with those clothes pins on my nipples.

Finally after what seemed an eternity, I felt her cum. It was hard to miss. She completely soaked my face. I licked up every little bit. Her taste was like totally wild, and even more of a turn-on.

At some point after cumming for a few minutes she pushed me away. I sat there for a few instants admiring her beauty. Her breasts were sticking out of the top of her corset, and she was all flustered. She had this look of contentment in her eyes. I had been hard throughout but I suddenly got harder and felt that cock ring. I had been at the verge of coming for some time and it was getting uncomfortable.

As if she figured my thoughts, she told me I could take the cock ring off. I closed my eyes, and thought of my brother. That did it and I took the ring off. Then Jen orders me to whack off. I suggested that perhaps she could help me, but she told me that she wanted to see me whack off and cum over myself.

So I found a comfortable position sitting in front of her. I could still see her blood filled lips and the redness of her genitals. I thought back about how good she tasted and just how I had made her cum, as I looked at her erect nipples, and within a few minutes I came on myself as directed. She watched my performance with delight. Then she told me to get dressed. When I protested that I was ready for more, she told me that there would be more nights like this one if I was a good boy.

And from that point on when I went over to her place to study and her roommates were out, and she asked me to kneel and kiss her feet when I walked in, I knew that I was in for a treat. Mistress Jennifer was in total control, and I loved every minute of it. I was whipped.

Finished August 22, 1999.

Jessica Lovecraft

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