Helen’s slave. Part 8
December 15th, 2008The mistress is kind enough to let the slave jerk off and cum all over his belly, it’s the first time he gets butt fucked and there are more experiences waiting for him…
Though the dildo was sliding perfectly in and out Helen realized that her slave’s virgin butt wasn’t used to it at all. But this fact made her even more excited as she knew that nobody could stop it except for her. Only when she got enough of these pleasures she would stop. She wanted to prolong this enjoyment as much as it was possible…
- Let’s play with your cock now… Caress it yourself and don’t forget about your ass… Be more active, darling… – Helen said.
The girl relaxed a bit allowing her slave to participate more in the process. She kept on fucking him being aware of all the nuances of his narrow and undeveloped hole.
I raised my hand that had been idle before and started jacking off my phallus. I remembered my Mistress’s words that I could only play a little bit with it, otherwise I could cum fast. An idea flashed through my mind that I wanted to ejaculate right now…
- Narrow… It’s too narrow, slave! – My Lady pouted playfully.
Helen began circling movements inside my butt… I had a feeling she wanted to pierce me and provoke a new wave of emotions.
- And if I fuck you with my black dildo… Do you know how big and rough it is?.. I guess only a third of it can penetrate your hole… - The girl pronounced.
I wanted to remind her that a man’s butt wasn’t intended for that but she, of course, had another opinion. I knew that she enjoyed narrow butts even more than developed ones. She liked breaking and developing them and seeing another person’s emotions as well…
Soon Helen pushed away my hand and got busy with my penis again. Suddenly she started thrusting in tempo with jerking off my penis. It all blended into a whole action. She was moving sharp and stimulating ne at the same time, so I didn’t feel pain. My body was shuddering and she was enjoying that very much. She knew it was aching but it was pleasant either. She smiled when thought that her slave’s butt would hurt this night reminding him about his Mistress’s presence in it.
Deflowering another person was a great pleasure for her. This slave didn’t enjoy her strap-on and the tempo she was moving in, but she liked that even more. She envisioned him recalling this coitus again and again as his asshole would hurt and say it had been fucked. Yes, Fucked! Fucked by his Mistress!
She decided that she would leave him with the feeling he had been fucked all the time. She knew it wouldn’t be hard. And she would enjoy his pain and humiliation! She would see him walking and sighing, she would know what he felt. Helen was a great judge of men’s character and could notice all the changed she had made.
I was moaning and moaning at that moment! It is so shameful to recollect that! To feel like a person who is being fucked…
Reflecting about her nice future with this slave she didn’t notice getting carried away. Her slave was sobbing and twitching under her. Her hand squeezed his cock tightly and the strap-on was moving energetically into his helpless hole. She realized she could tear it. Helen smiled when thought she could tear a man’s hole as if it was a girl’s one. It was just one indication of her power. However, she didn’t want her slave to be too shocked from the first time. She was ready even to bring him pleasure.
“Ok, enough for the first time” she made up her mind.
The girl slowed down a bit and got busy with the cock. It was not difficult to stimulate the guy to orgasm. She was happy to see his delightful face. It was over… The Mistress bent the cock and milked it up to the last drop onto his belly and only after that she pulled the strap-on out.
She sighed and feeling tired from what had just finished she sat on the sofa. She felt some peacefulness from the fact she had done what she wanted. It seemed to her that she had climaxed either and a wave of unspeakable pleasure consumed her…
- Ok, slave! - Helen looked with a smile at the guy who kept on lying with his legs spread and coming to his senses. – This way I deflower virgin butts. Now you can consider yourself a big boy or… better a girl. – Helen grinned telling to herself she’d tried too hard for the first time seeing the condition her slave was in. However, she didn’t feel sorry for him. These pleasures were something she lived for. – Now, raise your butt and wash your lower parts…
- Yes, my Mistress, - I said with difficulty.
Sighing loudly I put my legs together and stood up.
“Wash your lower parts…” I uttered to myself feeling offended. But looking at my belly covered in semen and feeling the lubricant in my butthole I understood that she was right and I had to go to the bathroom.
Sitting in a relaxed manner on the sofa the girl was watching the man, noticing his slight motions. To see the guy who had just been fucked by you and know he wasn’t feeling very well was very pleasant for Helen.
And I really felt bad… My butt had been lashed and fucked mercilessly and the hole was burning a lot. My anus was sending me messages that it had been treated badly. I felt ashamed not only to look into Helen’s eyes but to stand in front of her, too. I went slowly to the bathroom…
- Wait… - Suddenly Helen stopped me. – Wash your friend as well.
My Mistress took off the strap-on and gave it to me smiling.
- Yes, my lady, - I grabbed it and left quickly.
Helen returned to the sofa. She was so impressed by what had happened today. She had enjoyed everything greatly…
- A silly guy! – She lay comfortably on the sofa. – It’s just the beginning for you… Soon you’ll be afraid even to sneeze at my presence… And this pain in your butt will become constant for you… You don’t know yet who you have come to… Your life will change so much that even when I’ll be far from you you’ll have a feeling that there is something in your butt… A little more patience and persistence and everything will be the way I want, - Helen decided.
Having entered the bathroom I felt quiet, I guess it was the first time during the evening. I had no strength even to look at my own reflection. Turning on a faucet I began to washing off semen and lubricant moaning and sighing when my fingers touched the rear.
“She must be lying on the sofa comfortably but I have to wash myself as a girl!” I thought to myself.
Though she wanted to seem tender and delicate I knew for sure that she got what she wanted anyway. Beautiful and calm, doing everything so easily… she didn’t even have to raise her voice… God, I couldn’t even imagine her being angry or in low spirits…
My offense transformed into respect, that feeling of respect that you feel to a stronger person being aware of the fact that your state depended on his mood and will…
My butt kept on reminding me what had happened to me.
“Forgive me…- I stroke it, - You’re not mine any more. We’ll have to entertain and gratify our new Mistress…”
I washed the strap-on too but with no pleasure at all. I hated it with all my soul but it my Mistress’s thing, it meant it was holy for me…
When I returned and faced my Lady who was laying on the sofa my knees gave way. I squatted and then kneeled down respectfully.
- How do you feel, slave? – Helen asked without looking at me. She felt quiet as if an ordinary thing had happened.
- It hurts, Mistress… - I confessed touching my thigh. – I’m not used to it…
“You can’t be used to it” Helen thought.
- It is quite explainable, slave, - the girl uttered looking at me as if I was a student. – Your virgin butt tasted a big dildo… I would say these are virgin’s sensations… – She smiled. – It is very small and narrow but I’ll work on it, you know…
The word “work” provoked a new attack of pain when I realized what she meant.
- I understand the sensations are not pleasant for you, but what can we do with it? You were virgin… Your Mistress deflowered you… Aren’t you happy about it? You should thank me.
- Oh, yes, of course, my Mistress. I’m very grateful to you for that. Thank you very much, - I tried to say it as convincingly as possible.
Helen smiled realizing she could stretch and develop his hole to some extent but she couldn’t change it cardinally from the shape it had been naturally created.
- Ok, slave, I think you’ll remember this day for a long time. I don’t need you any more now, you can go home and have a rest. Think a bit. And I’d like you to identify yourself with a girl rather than a boy, do you understand me, sweetie? – Helen smiled seeing the change in my facial expression. – What? When you are with me your butt and mouth will work. Well, today you can have a good cry about your virginity…
Hearing that I was at a loss. She had lashed me, then made me lick all her holes, fucked me and now she was sending me away as if I was a whore she didn’t want any more… And it was late at night… I didn’t know what to do and was really ready to cry like a girl.
But Helen rarely changed her mind. She was a good psychologist and understood that I had to stay alone. Probably she didn’t want to turn out her new toy but she was rather farseeing doing that. She was the only one who knew what her slave needed at this moment and nobody could change her opinion.
“Let him think, toss and turn and tomorrow I’ll invite him again and have fun! He’ll realize his position better!” the girl anticipated new games.
Of course, her slave didn’t have to come but somehow she was sure he would be standing in front of her looking shy and submissive tomorrow. She examined his character well and she was seldom wrong about people’s personalities…
Having got dressed slowly I went out into the corridor. Helen decided to do an honor to me and see me off to the door. She was showing me she liked me. Saying a polite good-bye I kissed her hand and left.
Helen closed the door and felt how tired she was. She smiled and laughed when recollected the most pleasant and funniest moments of the evening.
Going downstairs I felt sorry for myself. It was 3 a.m. and I was lucky to have a mobile with me. I ordered a cab and stood waiting in front of her house. I was still shocked and tried to stand still not to do any motions. My rear reminded me about what had happened all the time…
On arriving home I turned on the kettle by intuition. Then decided I needed to have a bath and relax a bit trying to kill the pain in my anus. Lying in the bath I was thinking about my Mistress. I knew it would be difficult to follow all her rules and asked myself again and again if I was able to do that…
I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time keeping in my mind my Mistress’s image and smell and my newly developed butt hurt much. I knew I had to stop thinking about it… And soon I fell asleep feeling myself a woman for the first time in my life…
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