I first met Priya on Fetlife, an online community for BDSM lovers. She was exactly half my age at the time, just 18 and about to head to Europe for her first trip after finishing high school in Cincinnati.
She posted looking for someone to show her around London and perhaps introduce her to the scene here. We exchanged messages and soon our friendship took off. Over the weeks leading up to her holiday we talked a lot about what she likes (total submission) and what she was looking for (to be used).
On her first day in London we met for a drink and to explore Soho. In the flesh she was delightful, cute in that girl-next-door sort of way, her Indian descent gave her light mocha skin, black hair in a pixie style and pert 34B tits. Online she said she was “a little extra build” but that really wasn’t the case at all, she had a great proportioned body and was just 5’0” or so on a good day.
I took her around, showed her the various sex shops, we joked about the different equipment and which ones she’d like used on her. We finished our tour at Liberation - my favourite sex shop/latex boutique. In the evening I took her to her first cocktail bar (as she couldn’t legally drink in the US) before heading to a munch with like-minded BDSMers.
At the end of the night I walked her back to her hotel, although it was more a hostel with private rooms than an actual hotel. She hugged me and said: “I’d love to invite you in but my friend is asleep in the room and I don’t want to wake her up.”
“No problem, I wasn’t expecting to play with you anyway,” I replied.
Looking somewhat disheartened she said: “You don’t want to play with me? I was looking forward to being used by you.”
Until that moment I had always thought our relationship was purely friendly but here she was asking me to do whatever I wanted to her.
“I’d love to be with you but what about your friend?” I asked.
“I’ll ditch her tomorrow and you can come over and have your way with me,” she beamed.
I gave her a quick kiss and headed home excited for tomorrow. In the morning I woke to find a string of messages from Priya telling me she and her friend were going to do touristy things in the morning and that she would ditch her, faking illness after lunch, and that I should meet her at about 2pm.
Knowing I had plenty of time, I spent a leisurely morning, showered, shaved my balls and got ready to meet her. At about 1pm my phone buzzed with a message from Priya.
“On my way back now, see you soon and don’t forget your toys ;-)”
Priya and I had talked extensively about my collection so I made sure to pack everything she had ever expressed an interest in and even more.
Arriving at her hotel I went straight to her room and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” she said.
I opened the door and was delighted to see her totally naked and kneeling a few feet inside the room. I closed the door behind me and walked towards her undoing my belt as I went. She reached up and pulled me undone.
“Don’t lose that”, I said “we might need that later” as she began to take off my trousers. I yanked down my boxers allowing my dick to spring lose. As I removed the rest of my clothes she eagerly grabbed my seven inch dick and stuck it in her mouth.
Despite being so tiny she easily took my entire length until my smooth balls were resting on her chin, all the while maintaining eye contact.
Bobbing backwards and forwards she sucked my cock as if her life depended on in while stroking my sac with one hand. Taking a break for air she pulled me out of her mouth and caressed my shaft now covered in her spit. Her deep brown eyes looked away from mine for just a second, at that instant my hand came crashing down into the side of her face, jerking her back to the moment.
“Make me cum”, I ordered and she immediately took me back into her mouth, ignoring the pain stinging her cheek.
Knowing that she was deepthroating me, I grabbed her head and started fucking her face, my balls bouncing off her chin and her nose slamming into my pubes.
After a moment I felt her begin to pull away, looking for air. Instead of letting her, I held her head in place with my cock deep in her throat not moving at all. I felt her start to choke and tears began to well in her eyes only then did I pull out allowing her to gasp for air.
Once she had gulped in some oxygen I stuffed my cock back in her mouth and start fucking her face once more. Although she was doing her best I knew I was not going to cum so pulled out and slapped her face with my cock.
I grabbed her from the floor and tugged her towards the bed, throwing her onto her back.
Opening my bag I took out a pair of leather restraints and put one on each wrist. I lifted her legs one at a time and bound them to her arms, leaving her ass and pussy sticking right up into the air.
It was the first time I had actually seen her cunt, neatly trimmed short pubes along her lips and a well groomed patch of hair above her slit.
Reaching for a leather paddle I smiled and said: “We’re going to enjoy this.”
Thwack - it crashed into her ass cheek, then thwack again as it thudded into the other one.
With each impact Priya flinched by never let out a peep. Soon I got into a rhythm of spanking her twice before soothingly and tenderly rubbing my hands over the points of impact. The more her ass turned from light brown to red, the more I could smell her pussy, she was clearly loving every whack.
Now I wanted to feel that cunt myself so dropped the paddle and stepped nearer, taking my cock in my hand I told her: “I’m going to fuck you like never before.”
Placing the head of my dick against her wet opening I pushed forward, not giving her the chance to relax, I slid my entire length into her until my balls slapped her asshole.
Again not a sound from Priya but I saw her eyes bulge and cheeks clench as I ploughed into her. I withdrew completely and then slammed back into her harder than before. Time and again I fucked her as hard as I’ve ever fucked anyone, my testicles banging into her on every thrust.
Soon Priya was moaning and flinching trying hard to contain the wave of pleasure that was about to come crashing over her. This just inspired me to go even faster and harder.
“Mmmm, ahhhhh, mmmmm,” she moaned as I felt her pussy constrict around my dick, her cheeks flushed with blood as she came hard on my throbbing cock. As I withdrew more and more of her white cream coated my engorged cock.
Still I wasn’t done and kept hammering into her, revelling in the pleasure written across her face. Soon I could tell I was going to cum and wanted to see it, plus I knew how she loved being covered in semen.
I pulled out and with a few final strokes shot spurt after spurt of sticky cum across her neck, face and tits. Some landed in her hair, more on her cheek, one shot even went up her nostril. I cleaned the rest off by wiping it on her tight rosebud.
Releasing her from the restraints she reached to wipe my cum from her face.
“Leave it”, I insisted “let it dry, I like seeing my cum on your face. Now get on your hands and knees.”
She obeyed instantly and I was faced with her dripping pussy and tight anus. I went to my bag again pulling out an inflatable remote control butt plug and some lubricant. Right in front of her face I lubed up the plug.
“We’re going to inflate this as far as it goes and see how long you can take the vibration,” I said. Priya just smiled as I tenderly took her face in my hand and stroked her cheek.
Behind her once again I squirted lube directly into her asshole and pushed the butt plug in. For the first time she squealed ever so slightly, bringing a sharp rebuking slap.
Once inside I turned on the vibration and a quiet hum began in her butt eliciting a slight moan from Priya. I responded by pumping the butt plug up one level.
Reaching into my bag I carefully selected a crop from my collection, aware of how fond she was of that particular type of pain.
Unlike a paddle, which is a duller pain spread over a larger area, a crop offers a sharp much more intense sting on a very concentrated area leaving a tell-tale bruise or red welt.
I traced the crop along her back, and down over her teasing derriere, lightly tapping her cheeks as I passed. Down her inter thigh and then back up I went, rubbing the leather tongue against her wetness.
Loving this attention and the sheer anticipation of pain Priya began rubbing against the crop until I gave her a quick flick right on the pussy lips.
“FUCK!” she yelped, causing me to turn up the vibration once again and inflate the butt plug further.
I smiled as she squirmed to accept this addition girth in her ass and settled into the new pattern of vibrations.
The buzzing in her ass was now louder than ever and unmissable, a beautiful soundtrack to the wonderful torture she was enduring.
To drive home how quiet I wanted Priya to be I pulled a ball gag from my bag: “Open wide”, I instructed. She gladly obliged and I secured the gag ensuring she wouldn’t be speaking again.
Taking my time, I teased her more, dragging the crop over her smooth skin and then without warning snapping the leather hard into her ass cheek or back of her thighs. With each impact Priya flinched but didn’t say a word. She was clearly enjoying herself, pushing back harder and harder with each snap of the crop.
The bite of the crop tongue was adding a darker bruising to her already reddened butt and I was loving my vicious handiwork. Each time the shaft collided with her butt a beautiful red welt rose from her delicate skin making a delightful pattern of scars.
Suddenly just as the crop cracked louder than ever the door opened and in walked her friend. She was taller than Priya, probably about 5’7” with a much more athletic figure, and mousey curly hair down to just above her shoulders.
“You fucking sneaky bitch”, she said “I didn’t think that you were really sick, but WHAT, THE, FUCK is happening here?”
She stood there waiting for an answer but of course Priya was unable to speak with the gag in place, and I didn’t know what she had told her friend before. The silence hung in the air like a fog before her friend (who I later learned was called Madison) said: “I guess I’ll see you later then,” and turned to leave.
“You don’t have to go,” I said “I don’t mind if you stay, you might learn something. Why don’t you have a seat?”
Madison stopped dead and looked around the room. There was her friend on all fours, ball gag in her mouth and an inflatable plug buzzing loudly in her behind, with me buck naked flogging her. She didn’t know what to do but tentatively sat down across the room.
I turned my attention back to Priya. “Now where were we?” I asked rhetorically and snapped the crop onto her now ravaged cheek, both Priya and Madison flinched.
Soon we were back into our rhythm of caning followed by tender soothing of the injuries, repeating over and over again. Finally I reached between her legs and felt just how dripping wet she was.
As I stroked her pussy I glanced up and saw Madison shift her position in her seat and reach between her legs. I smiled at her and said: “Come over here.”
Expecting her to say no, I was surprised when she stood up and warily walked towards me. I placed the crop in her hand with mine over hers and agonisingly slowly drew it down Priya’s leg, up to her pussy and finally snapped it hard onto her ass.
As Priya flinched I felt Madison try to let go of the crop but I held it tight, then I rubbed Priya’s ass with my palm where Madison had struck, a bruise already starting to form. Again I cracked the crop, harder than before. This time I took Madison’s other hand and rubbed the soft flesh of Priya’s butt with it easing the delicious agony of the quickly-growing welt.