There she was, only inches away from me, this gorgeous twenty-something ingénue, completely naked except for her soaked panties—unless you count the collar and cuffs as clothing. She had been masturbating for more than a minute, at my instructions, her fingers moving in a circular motion. Her eyes had been closed, but now she opened them.

“Are you not going to sin also?” (Tu ne vas pas pécher, toi aussi?)

She had already explained to me that she knew from her Catholic education that giving yourself pleasure was sinning.

“Yes, Aurélie, I need to sin soon because my cock is so hard it is demanding relief.”

“Please, take off your pants and let me see,” she said, forgetting for a moment that as my slave she should not be making requests.  But I let that pass for now. After all, both of us were completely new to these games.

“Unbuckle my belt, then unbutton and unzip me,” I ordered.

She stopped touching herself and eagerly did as I said.  When she saw how my cock-head had pushed its way past the elastic of my briefs, she exclaimed, “Oh, how beautiful! It is purple and shiny like a flower.”

A few seconds later, I had kicked off my shoes and pulled off my slacks and briefs. I could have asked her to take care of my erection, but I decided to give her a little show, grasping my shaft and stroking slowly, very slowly, as she watched, fascinated.

“It is like magic, seeing how a man with such a big bite (penis) can sin! I have never seen this before.”

Her right hand had disappeared back into her panties.  I told her to pull them off and give them to me.  I pressed them to my face, savoring the fresh scent of her wet pussy, and then I wrapped the panties around my cock, grasping it and feeling the new sensation of damp fabric against my member.

“Shouldn’t you tell me what to do, Monsieur? Or what do I call you, Robert?”

I decided to tell her to call me “master”—using the English word.  It sounded so exotic when she said it back to me with her accent.

“Master, tell me what to do, please!” (Master, dis-moi ce que je fais, s’il te plaît!).

“Stand in front of that long mirror, Aurélie, spread your feet a little apart, and then masturbate while you watch yourself.”

It was quite a sight! This beautiful, slim girl with her hair falling over her shoulders, looking at herself with her leather restraints, watching her wet fingers caressing her glistening clitoris.

“Do you like what you see?  Does the woman in the mirror turn you on, Aurélie?  Do you like to watch her masturbate herself?”

“Oh yes, master! It is so beautiful a picture! I wish I could have this picture always on the wall of my bedroom. And it is such a nice word, masturber: une femme qui se masturbe.”

All this time, of course, I had been caressing my rigid penis while being careful not to overdo it. The pleasure of edging was languorous.

I knelt down behind her, unable as I was to refrain from kissing her firm cheeks. Maybe there are rules somewhere about dominants not being on their knees, but this whole afternoon was about letting the rules go fuck themselves. A moment like this, in this quiet apartment, our private world, might never come again in my whole life. After a while, I spread her cheeks so that I could see her asshole. I caressed it with my thumb and then licked it.

“O, ça non, Robert! Mon trou de cul, c’est trop intime!” (Oh, not that, Robert, my asshole, it’s too intimate!)

“You are my slave right now, Aurélie. Every inch of your body is for me. Doesn’t it feel good when I touch and lick you there?”

“Yes…but so strange! So forbidden!”

“Just relax and enjoy it. Some day you will surely be licking your lover’s asshole. They don’t teach you that in school. We must use this afternoon to learn many things.”

I now stood up, putting my arms around her. My cock pressed against her lower back.  I bent my knees slightly so that I could push my erection between her cheeks and rub it up and down. In my excitement, I fantasized about having two Aurélies, including the one in the mirror.

“Aurélie, you like the girl you see in the mirror, don’t you?”

“Yes, master. She is very érotique! I can’t believe it’s me.”

“If you could, would you lick her pussy (sa chatte)?”

“Oh, yes! But that is an enormous sin! I should not do that!”

“Now you are beginning to understand BDSM. In bondage, you become free. When you follow the orders of your master, all your desires are absolved from any blame. You must do the things that are most exciting, most forbidden.”

I sensed how very aroused my words made her. The expression on her face, as I saw it in the mirror, showed that she understood completely and that she was elated.

“I wish that someone had put me in bondage when I was in the boarding school. I wanted to kiss and caress my best friend, Margot. But it was against the rules, so I could only dream about it in my bed and move my fingers down there under the sheets while I thought of the way she looked in the showers of our gymnasium…”

“Did you orgasm, thinking of her? (Est-ce que tu as joui, en pensant à elle?)”

“Oh, yes, so many times! But I also used to think of my brother, when I saw him naked in the pond behind our country house. I was very sinful on the inside, but on the outside I was always a good girl. And I took communion every Sunday.”

“Did you not confess? What did the priest say?”

“I just said that I had impure thoughts.  He asked how many times, and I would tell him something like about a dozen times. Then he told me to say a prayer whenever I had such thoughts. But they didn’t go away.  But now, master, you are giving me true absolution! I want to be your slave always!”

Aurélie got so excited that she completely forgot about waiting for me to tell her what to do, and she turned around and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as her hard nipples rubbed against my chest. We kissed for a long while, and our hands wandered. I was fingering her clitoris, and she was playing with my testicles while my cock rubbed against her hip.

Finally, I got enough of a grip on myself to assert my dominance.

“Aurélie, I am now going to fuck you.”

“But do you have a préservatif? I do not wish to become pregnant. That is very important!”

“I will only fuck you in your asshole. That is very safe.”

“But will it not hurt me?” she asked with obvious alarm.

“Not if we are careful and do it slowly. But we need something for lubricant…”

“There was a tube of some kind in the box with the jouets de sexe,” she said.

We went back to the closet where we had found the collars and cuffs, and sure enough, there were two tubes of lubricant, and on the “use by” dates, they were still good.

I had Aurélie stretch out on the carpeted floor of the master bedroom, I knelt and spread her cheeks, and then I squirted a generous amount of lube towards her anus. After getting my fingers all wet with the goop, I began to push my index finger into her virgin hole.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“It feels sinful and nice, but strange,” she said.

I pushed deeper, and she remained relaxed. Then I put in two fingers. As I did so, I could feel that she was pushing her cunt against her fingers. Then I squeezed three fingers in and moved them up and down. Then it was time for the main action. I squirted my cock all over and massaged it into shape. Slowly, slowly, I fitted my cock-head into that tight hole. I did not admit to Aurélie that I had never penetrated anyone this way before.  That would have freaked her out.

Instead, I said, “Can you feel me coming in?”

“Yes, master, I am ready for you to sodomise me (je suis prête à être sodomisée).”

My cock had never before been gripped so tightly, but it felt good to be in her hot, moist asshole. It was hard to believe that I had met Aurélie only two hours before. Soon, however, our bodies magically adjusted to the perfect reciprocal movements. As she thrust her pussy onto her fingers up and down, it matched my in-and-out moves.

Soon, the throbbing began, and an ecstatic tremor passed through my whole body as I pumped semen into my young partner. She made an indescribable sound of satisfaction, and I rolled off of her onto the carpet. We kissed and ran our hands all over one another. Then fell asleep.

When we woke, we were both hungry. But our appointment had lasted longer than expected. We put the leatherware back into the box, used the shower (it worked well), and got dressed. I signed the rental contract, and Aurélie drove me quickly back to my hotel. She said that she needed to go home and change, because she was going to have dinner with her fiancé.

We could not risk kissing in public, but Aurélie said, “Robert, we’ll do this again soon. And next time it will be my turn to dominate, c’est entendu?”