Her Live Experience

Her Live Experience

It seemed easy to follow instructions within an online play scene. You just had to remember what to type for all the different prompts.

Chantelle was about to enter the live world of BDSM. Nine months of online play had given her enough courage to find where a local event was taking place. She was just going to watch. Her online confirmation would be her ticket of entry.

What demeanor was appropriate? Are attempts to make friends acceptable? What if someone asks her to play? Of course, she knew the answers to all of these questions, having already asked them in chat and in the email confirmation. The Mistress of the house knew her status and would protect Chantelle of any danger.

She’d given extra attention to her appearance tonight, wearing her auburn hair swept up for a change. She glanced down and ensured the tidiness of her white silk blouse, mid-length, black skirt, silk thigh high stockings and garter belt with a matching white bra. Her shoes were short heeled so they did not accentuate her 5'9" height.

Next, she went over her checklist: cosmetic bag, purse, keys, invitation, condoms, overnight bag, cell phone and directions. Everything was in place. The clock read 6:45pm, it started at 7pm. It took an hour to get there and she planned to be fashionably late.

The directions described a three-story brownstone, dark blue with white trim at the end of a cul-de-sac. There was a strict rule of no drugs or alcohol on the premises. That part was easy, Chantelle didn't do either.

During the drive she felt stressed as she thought of Dmitri, her on line master, and wondered what he was doing tonight. She knew he had a live in sub he loved very much. Chantelle never mentioned she planned to attend a live event. She wanted to look and see if this was something that really interested her.

Keep telling yourself that. Why the condoms? Why the overnight bag? What are you hiding from yourself, Chantelle? What are you really hoping will happen tonight? She chastised herself for not telling Dmitri she was attending. She didn't even know where he lived and she was afraid to ask. Well, you are interested in the lifestyle aren't you, so why don’t you just admit it!

Chantelle sighed, of those play scenes online with Dmitri created her first strong desire to be dominated. She had come to realize her submissive side, but wasn't sure about the masochism side. That idea, so far, was still fantasy.

The house was easy to find from the freeway. There were many cars on the street. She ended up parking a quarter of a mile away.

The house looked ordinary enough with two floors with a basement. Stairs led up to the front door, which was open. Inside, there she saw various signs pointing to different stages, props and restrooms.

A woman stood at the door to collect invitations and give directions where to check personal belongings.

"You will get a wrist tag to identify your items when needed," was all she said and pointed Chantelle to the check in area.

She found it all very smooth and organized so far. The ambiance was great, especially with the dim lighting from sconces on the walls. There was a sign on a door that led to the basement. "Do Not Disturb Scene(s) Already In Progress"

The items checker appeared to be a house boy. He was dressed in a collar and cock ring. He didn't make eye contact, but accepted Chantelle's belongings and put matching identification tags on the bag and her wrist.

"Pardon me, but this is my first time here. Might you know where Mistress Jan is?"

The slave pointed downstairs.

"Thank you."

The carpeting on the steps at first seemed odd, but it made sense as it kept sounds from distracting play scenes.

The room opened to a huge dungeon. It was dark save a few wall fixtures and some spotlights where there were "scenes" playing out.

Chantelle glanced around and spotted a dark corner to hide and observe.

The scenario in front of her was just starting. A voluptuous woman in her thirties was on display in only a collar and leash. She was on her knees, her legs spread apart. The distinctive feature was her pierced nipples attached by a chain to her leash and collar.

Her Master, a man in his fifties, led her by the leash to the whipping post. Her hands bound, her face covered, he kissed her lips and caressed her face while simultaneously tugging on the chain attached to her nipples. This caused the sub to lightly moan, but maintain her submissive pose.

Next, she endured mind games and light flogging which followed a sensual reward by her master. Things heated up when the submissive was turned to face the backboard of the flogging post and ordered to spread her legs. From there, he continued his torment of flogging, caressing and finger fucking.

As the scene enfolded, Chantelle found herself entranced. She could see the sub was ready to cum, but knew she had to wait for permission.

"Oh, God, I could cum now." Chantelle whispered to herself.

"Why don't you?" A man's voice sounded behind her left ear. Startled, she couldn't move. She was too turned on and embarrassed that anyone heard her.

"I'll give you permission. No one here would care otherwise. I can afford to be generous with you."

Still, Chantelle didn't move. She didn't know what to do. She felt caught up in the flogging scene, but equally captivated by the authoritative voice behind her. The deep voice gave her the much needed direction.

"Drop your skirt, Chantelle."

He knows me! Oh, God, is this Dmitri? She closed her eyes and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop down to her feet.

She felt a hand come up to caress her face. A hand pulled her slightly back to lean against his body. She could feel his hardness through his pants, rubbing against her ass. He put his hand in front of her, reached inside her shirt, taking control of her left breast.

"Ah, no panties. How astute of you. I didn't think you were going to show, little one."

This is Dmitri! Only he called her "little one". How did he know I would be here? Does he live near here? She was too distracted by a myriad of questions and didn't hear his next command. He tweaked her nipple hard. She stifled a cry, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

"You will pay attention, or I will be the only one being pleasured this night. Do you understand?"

She nodded her consent.

"Do you remember your safe word, little one? You may speak. We need to negotiate your boundaries."

"Banana, Sir." Chantelle was already in the submissive headspace that Dmitri always put her in during their online play scenes. Now that they were here together, she was shocked how natural it was to heed his command. This was not what she planned, but she trusted him. They had built a relationship these last six months.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming to play tonight?'

"I wanted to just come, and watch and learn, Sir."

"Is that all you still want tonight, to just watch?" His hand encircled her nipple as he quietly whispered in her ear.

Chantelle could hear the sub moan and saw her on all fours as her master used a crop on her ass. She had a look of utter contentment.

Dmitri rubbed his covered cock against the crack of her ass. Spread your legs."

As she did he reached around to feel between her shaved lips.

"Just as I suspected. You are soaked." He laughed. "My little vixen, who didn't call me to play, and is now soaked with cum running down her legs. What am I to do?" He plunged two fingers inside her fast and hard. After stroking her a few times, he pulled out. This time she did let out a slight moan. She heard him bring his fingers to his mouth to taste her.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming tonight? Answer me now!"

"I wasn't sure I could go through with anything live and didn't know you were close and could be here," she whispered.

"You never asked me where I lived. Fortunately, Jan and I are long time friends. She knew to contact me."

"Do you live close, Sir?" She was afraid of either answer.

"About 90 minutes away from here, silly girl."

Chantelle gasped as he inserted two fingers inside her again. As he pulled out this time, he bent her over and roughly insert one of his wet fingers in her ass as he roughly penetrated it. She gasped at the sensation. She loved being dominated by him.

"I want you to belong to me. I will be satisfied with this one night, for now." He continued to fuck her ass with his finger.

Chantelle watched the scene play out as the submissive masturbated herself close to an orgasm, but she still wasn't permitted to cum. After many minutes of this tease, her master inserted a vibrating dildo in her ass and turned it on high.

"Cum, my slut! Cum now or I'll make you serve every man and woman here with your mouth."

She screamed and came hard when he said this. Finally, she gave out to exhaustion. Her master picked her up and held her as they reached one of the recovery sofas. There was a long round of applause from the onlookers as her master beamed with pride.

"Did you like what you saw?"

"Yes, sir."

"I think it is too early to put you on display. Would you like to be a good slut some day and have others watching us?"

"Yes, Sir. I want to be yours," she heard herself say.

"That's my little one." He removed his finger from her ass. "Stand up straight."

She obeyed and stood up.

"Follow me and only look at me. Do not speak, and do not pick up your clothing, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Sir." The sexual tension felt incredible. She knew Dmitri could feel it and wanted her. She realized he would have his way with her.

They walked up to the upper floors, and stopped at a doorway with a sign that read "Two Way-Active". He led her inside.

Inside was a queen-sized bed, restraints, two end tables with a water pitcher and glasses. The whole wall opposite the bed was a mirror.

"Take off the rest of your clothes," he growled. Chantelle could hear his restraint waning.

She removed her clothes.

"Come here to me and assume the position," he commanded.

She knew what to do. All those months online, she'd visualized being in this very position.

She watched Dmitri remove his leather pants and boots. She tried to keep her eyes down, but lost concentration at the sight of his eight inch erection standing directly in front of her.

"Is this what you want, my little slut? So full of lust you can't keep your eyes off it?" He grabbed her hair and lifted her head. "Open."

Chantelle opened her mouth.

"Keep your eyes open." He eased his cock into her mouth. "You know what to do." He stroked her hair while her mouth relaxed to accommodate more of him.

"Relax your throat," he growled, forcing more of himself down her throat.

Chantelle could not remember a day in her life where she felt more free. She could not imagine being anywhere or with anyone else.

"Keep you eyes open. I want you to watch me fuck your mouth. This is just the beginning, little one. The night is young and you are mine." He continued thrusting deeper into her mouth.

She started to moan in excitement. Still, she kept her hands down, eyes forward and took all he had to give her. She was able to slow his pace by sucking him off. He responded to the suction by pulling out and allowing her lick the tip and nibble a bit. But he would soon get impatient and start fucking her mouth harder.

She saw him breathe heavy and knew he was close to cumming. She prepared herself to swallow all of him. Disappointment washed over her when he pulled out at once and came on her chest.

"Now, now, little one. One day you will taste me. Let's wash you off and I will reward you for being such a good submissive."

He didn't have to say another word. A house boy came in with a warm towel and cleaned off Chantelle's chest. He didn't look at either of them and left when she was clean.

"On the bed, lie on your back, spread eagle."

He tied her arms to the top of the bed, but left her legs unbound.

"You are stunning, Chantelle, a goddess. I want to cherish you forever." He grabbed her ankles, sliding her down to the end of the bed. Her bound arms stretched as far as possible. "Lift your knees and spread yourself wide for me. There are many here that would love to see you." He pointed to the mirrored wall.

She finally understood the sign and the wall. People were watching behind the mirrors! She felt embarrassed and excited at the same time.

Dmitri knelt at the bottom of the bed and started sampling the wetness that poured out of her. He lapped all her excess and worked his tongue in and out of her, occasionally teasing her clit with pressure. With his hands he reached up to pinch and pull her nipples. It was a slow, almost tortuous pattern of suction, licking and pulling as he worked her into a frenzy. This went on for some time, as he continued to have his way with her. She was close to an orgasm now.

"Sir, oh...sir."

"Yes, my pet?"

"May I cum, sir?"

"Do you think I am done with you yet?"

"No, sir. But oh!"

"You want to cum now?"

"Yes, please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, sir, may I cum now?"

As she said now, he thrust three fingers inside her and started finger fucking her in earnest.

"Yes, Chantelle, you may cum now."

"Oh, Sir, Oh...Sir, Yes! Oh, my God, I'm cumming, Sir!

Tears began running down her cheeks. Never had she cum on command. Never had she been this open and exposed. He was relentless as he brought her to climax five, ten, fifteen times. He raised her hips and with his fingers, and continued to penetrate her. She came hard and long, and eventually blacked out.


She finally came around feeling her hair being caressed. She took the water he offered. At long last, she looked at the face of the man who had dominated her and loved her at the same time.

Chantelle knew this was the next stage of a relationship that had been growing for the last six months on line.

"Rest now, little one. I will take care of you. I want you to belong to me."

With a smile on her face she slept for a while in Dmitri's arms. She slept, dreaming of all that lie ahead of her.