My First Sub

Nineteen-year-old college student, Amber, was trembling, yet I think it was due to arousal, not fear. We were in the lobby of the Sutherland waiting for the elevator. I had my arm around her shoulder; less possession, more guidance. She shyly looked up at me as Princess, as if she wasn’t allowed yet couldn’t help herself. I met her look with a fiery blend of “I’m going to change your world,” and “You are going to be ruined.”

“You still okay? You can back out at any time, you know.”

“I’m-,” she cleared her throat to summon courage. “I’m good. I’m just…”

“Nervous?”

“Horny…”

I let go of my best Princess laugh. I was totally not expecting that. Without turning our bodies, I bent and kissed her scarlet face with wet fire. She responded with a low moan and a desperate tongue. Just then the elevator opened. We separated to see older, hetero grandparents with white eyes hesitating to depart.

I’m sure we looked quite humorous with me in my ridiculous heels nearly seven inches taller than her. To their generation, I probably looked like a “street walker”. Poor little Amber looked like my little sister visiting me from college.

Princess was humorously unhelpful.

“Just taking my girl upstairs to rock her world. You mind if we trade places?”

The wife shook her head as if trying to reestablish sanity. She grabbed her husband by the arm and yanked him out of the car and around us. His bulging eyes never left my cleavage.

I laughed as I drew my new plaything onto the elevator and hit seven. Even before the doors were closed, I had her shoved against the wall with her arms above her head.

“Going up,” the elevator told us. Damn right, bitch!

My mouth was mapping her: jaw, ear, neck, all the way down to her collarbone.

She was desperately panting and pushing her sweet pelvis towards my rigid thigh. This girl needed it badly.

I took hold of her waist and pushed her back slightly. “Uh-uh-uh, not yet, Panda. I’ll tell you when.” I abruptly released her hands and stepped away, facing the doors and fluttering my top as if to cool down. The poor thing left her hands above her head as if she was afraid to move and break the spell.

Cutest thing ever, thought Princess.

I removed my fuzzy zip sweater, revealing my naked shoulders and even more of my décolletage. I cocked my hip and stuck out my tank-tenting nipples.

While we waited through the heart-pounding seconds it took to reach our floor, she marveled at my breasts in profile. I marveled at how quickly I had fallen into this role. Not just Princess; she was becoming an easy second skin to crawl into; I was thinking more of the role of dominant. Miss had given me so many pointers, and had, hypocritically, almost talked it to death until I had to assure my girlfriend that I knew what I was doing.

Still, Princess could get wild.

Get? Fuck, I’m always wild!

I would have to mind my energy and self-control.

The elevator finally arrived with a vocal “Seven,” and it yanked Amber out of her fog. She shook her head quickly to ground herself and turned to face the door as if she had been ordered to. I smiled at her through the reflection of the metal.

“Are you, I mean, am I …?” She never finished the question.

The doors slid open, and I strutted forward without a word. I knew she would follow; my own magnetism ensured it; that and me dragging my sweater behind like a leash.

The key card easily slipped in with a beep of promised privacy. I motioned with my head. She gulped once and stepped into the small suite Miss and I had booked. The drape-darkened room was aglow with a dozen electric candles. My lover had come ahead to set the “time to fuck” mood.

Amber was wide-eyed, shocked, and spun. There was a bit of fear; perhaps she felt targeted. “How did you do this? How did you know I would come with?”

I smiled as I slipped on the privacy lock. I sashayed past her and stopped at the end of the bed. I sat on the corner and provocatively crossed my legs, knowing she could see my green thong flash due to the ridiculous shortness of my skirt.

A little lie followed. “Well…honestly? I had no idea who I would bring back with me. Maybe I like spending time in a beautiful room with candles.”

She surprised me with a scoff, a smile, and a flatter tone. “You are obviously some sophisticated with-it woman who puts on this persona and picks up other women to have fantasy sex.”

Nailed it in one.

“Ooo, no one has ever called Princess ‘sophisticated.’ Slutty, yes.”

“I am not stupid, but I am willing.”

I had to take a moment to collect myself. She was spot on yet couldn’t meet Dr. Carrie. No, no, no. Princess would be angry. “Perceptive little panda.” I paused and leaned forward. “Strip for me.” The moment of truth. Razor’s edge and all that. “If you want out, you -- "

She pulled her hair loose, tossing the clip on the couch. She locked eyes with me as she gripped the hem of her torn sweatshirt. She peeled it up and off, and it joined the clip. She had beautiful B-cup breasts that sported hard, little rose-colored nipples. My mouth watered, and my heart skipped a beat. Her skin was college-girl flawless. Probably never used moisturizer. Damn…

As she went to undo her jeans, I uncrossed my legs and sat up straighter. I knew this would pull my skirt up and show my color-changing, useless underwear.

She paused her strip and stared at my crotch, a lion cub desperate to eat what the lioness was offering.

“All of it off, Panda.”

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She nodded. Her jeans dropped easily. She kicked off her shoes and mismatched socks with the denim pool. She was in nothing but a bikini-style, light green, unremarkable pair of panties.

“Green! Twinzies!” I squealed and ran one of my fingers up my own crease, creating camel toe. She blushed. “On second thought, come here.”

She moved quicker than I expected and fell into my arms. Her sweet nipples pushed into my breasts, and I nearly came. I could feel the heat from her overwhelmed vulva against my belly. But most remarkable were her hands. They were in my hair, on my neck, and down my back. The kisses were not frenzied, but they were purposeful. They were useful, hungry, fantastic.

My left fingers slid down her slender, firm back and over her perfectly round, how-the-fuck-do-they-do-it teenage ass. A finger-on-a-mission slid down her crack while the other hand pulled her panties lower. I left them mid-thigh on purpose. Miss liked to do that to me, and I enjoyed the restraint.

Her perfect pelvis gyrated, a center of lustful youth. She moaned into me and her breath caught. We were forehead to forehead, her eyes closed. Mine were on fire, staring at her freckles on her nose.

Deep breath. I had to be careful; I had to remain in charge.

My left hand slid up her right thigh, and just as I was going to reach her swelling need, I circled above and around her navel.

She moaned and leaned back facing the ceiling with her eyes still holding in the charm I had cast. Who was I to deny the offering of such a delectable neck? She smelled of sweat and Pop-Star-sweet perfume that was trying hard to smell grown up. I kissed; I sucked. I even bit. My mid-pressure fingers were tracing her skin back and front, figuring out what it was I had to work with.

Hers were wandering down my heated breasts. I let go and pushed her back slightly. She had the sweetest shock on her face.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Let’s not forget, Princess is in charge. Am I right?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…Princess?”

“Perfect. If you want them, ask for permission.” Simple directions. Easily accomplished acts of submission. These were recommendations from Miss, and it was working beautifully. I playfully booped her nose with my index finger.

I took hold of the hem of my tank top and painfully slowly pulled it up and over my full-sized breasts. The poor thing nearly stumbled. She looked ridiculously cute, fully naked, but for a pair of green panties strapping her knees in place.

“May I, um, worship your breasts?”

Giggle!

“Great word, college girl. You may!”

She stepped towards me, and I grabbed her panties and pulled them all the way off. She knelt and took my left breast into her cool hands. She held it like it was the greatest gift she had ever received. Her mouth was hot and wet as she took my entire nipple in. Her tongue lightly grazed the bumps in my areola while her fingers squeezed and caressed. This girl knew how to treat a tit.

I gripped the back of her head and pulled her hair slightly as I forced her head in tighter for a harder suck. She responded with a more fervent feeding; exactly the way I had intended.

She was causing pulses of nerve fever to flash through me. I was really loving the perverted maternity. I pulled her off, and she winced at the hair pain. We froze that moment. I did not loosen my fingers nor ask for a check-in. I stared at her, asking the unvoiced question, “Are you mine?“

Her sweet blue eyes went softer when they answered, “All yours.”

I put her mouth to my right breast and loosened my hand. She took over with worshiping even wetter and harder. She was moaning into my flesh, sending flutters directly to my nearly melted thong.

After panting, and moaning, and noting the difference between her mouth and Kayla’s (and that guy I used to be married to), I gave the next order.

“On the bed, Panda. I need to taste you.” She almost scrambled in order to get onto the bed behind me. She instinctively lay on her back, her chest rising and falling with courageous anticipation. I stood and gave her the last of the Princess show. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of my heels.

I took her hand and put it on the waistband of my thong. She pulled it down my hips. When my very wet, very smooth, wide-open vulva was revealed, she literally shook from excitement.

I crawled over her, my breasts scraping against hers, the sensations giving us both a touch of feminine fuck sense. I looked at her with authority and lust.

“You are so pretty, Panda.” Genuine. Sigh-inducing.

My mouth was on her, and the kisses were even more greedy. She put her hands on my head and my shoulders, and I gripped both her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her. She let a yelp into my throat, and I smiled as our tongues danced and hopped about.

“Stay...,” I commanded as I released her arms. She gulped and nodded. I was loving the power.

My mouth was on her collarbone. Then sternum. Then her sweetly delicious right breast. The nipples were pushpins in a cork board; half the size of Kayla's. I swirled, licked, flicked, and then as a test, I bit a little stronger than was considered sexy.

Damn, Princess, you like to bite.

And be bitten. Don’t judge, HO-BGYN.

Seriously?

“Ow!” she sweetly let out. I looked up to gauge her level of further involvement. Her eyes said, “Oh my god”; her body arched, “Please!”

I sucked hard and then bit again, this time gently pulling away from her body. She let her breath hiss through her teeth yet still did not refuse the treatment. I let that one go and aggressively went for the left. I did the same worship and arousal method and bit again. Same pull, same reaction, except this time my right hand was sliding up her thigh. When I released her breast, her hips pushed up, begging for vaginal contact.

My kisses and licks trailed down her tight abdomen. It rippled as her breathing increased pace. I imagined her heart rate was close to 90. Being in the navel making business, I have to say, hers was the most perfect one I have ever seen. I made out with it for a few seconds. Then I adjusted my body to claim my prize.

I could be gentle, loving, even tease her sensitivity to an epic orgasm. Instead, Princess the huntress went for the kill.

I took hold of her legs and pushed the back of her knees towards her head. That tilted her pelvis up so that her vagina was almost horizontal to the ceiling. Her labia were pink and wet, and nearly fully open in a classic cobra head formation. While there are some universal pleasure points, each woman’s labia respond differently to arousal. Hers were yelling.

I was amused by a bit of stubble. She had not anticipated getting her cunt eaten when she started her day. I loved that.

Dr. Carrie paused for a moment of visual examination. Princess slapped her in the back of the head and dove in for dinner.

Amber orgasmed as soon as my flat tongue slipped from vagina to mons peak. She squealed then yelled out. “Ahh! Fuuuck!” Her hips rocked and her ass clenched.

I looked up without ceasing sucking. Her eyes were watering, and she was quivering so much her breath came out in small, delightful puffs. Her hands were down by her breasts.

With one brief pause of my cunnilingus, my eyes told her to put her fucking hands back above her head. She did so immediately and once again gulped as the last remnants of her orgasm fluttered through her nerves.

I continued with my exploration, enjoying the slightly different taste from Kayla. I was loving the smaller size and mostly enjoying the flow of her thicker fluid. I swirled around the entrance, I licked her perineum, I tantalized her clitoris. I swirled my tongue through the alphabet (a technique my patient, Cathy, had mentioned. I gave her the best I had to offer, and she was soon ready for a second peak.

It killed me to stop, but I knew I had to. Control was key to these first cum gifts. Miss had done the same thing to me, and I now understood the power. She needed to want it. But she also needed to know that I was the only one who could grant it.

Her body relaxed some, and her quivering legs dropped as I sat up. I crawled over her again, our faces inches from each other. I’m sure she could smell herself on me. Her sweet eyes darted back-and-forth, wondering what she was supposed to say, what she was supposed to do. Before I let her ask, I got close enough to kiss her but did not.

“You taste so fucking good, my little panda.” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “I bet you want some, don’t you? To lick me clean? I think you will have to wait for that.”

I kept crawling towards the head of the bed. My legs straddled her panting face. My hand took hold of her head and held it in place until my own very wet and experienced pussy was just over her mouth.

I was trying to sound authoritative, but I was really fucking turned on. Lust drooled out of my voice with one syllable just as my thickening lube dripped out of my vagina.

“Asssk.”

She was mine. “Please, Princess. May I...?”

I dropped down before she could finish the next word. I held tight, taking her breath away for a moment, then lifted slightly. All of these skills and techniques that my miss taught me came into play as I moved back back-and-forth over her mouth and nose. Oh, she was very good; this was not her first pussy by any means. Then again, this generation is more sexually aware than any other since primitive man and woman.

Her now warm hands gripped my ass and squeezed. She nibbled and sucked and licked. She explored for preferences and special spots. My perineum was hickeyed. I yelped twice; she knew how to bring a clitoris to attention.

“Oh wow.”

I held onto her hair as a symbol of my control. My left hand was flat against the wall, holding up my quivering body. I had held back this orgasm for several hours, basically since I put on the outfit that now lay scattered about. And this pussy was ready to steam clean this hot little college corruption.

I stutter-breathed. “Ohh, fuh-uh-uh…”

She was moaning and grunting and… singing? It was a muffled melody, but definitely not a mistake. I would have to ask her later. Right now, it was unique and thrill-inducing. And it tickled!

Hearing a squishing finger rhythm, I turned my body to find her hand on her own pussy. I slapped it away, and she froze.

Who the fuck was I turning into?

A Domme, Dr. Lez! What you wanted!

Yes, Princess.

I was stern yet ascendant. “You concentrate on -fuuuck- me right now. Tell me you understand.”

“Uh unrrrthan!” Amber Panda mumbled.

“Good Panda! Now make Princess cum, baby!”

She kicked into high gear and showed me she was ready for prime time.

“Yes! Right-right there, ohhh ffff!”

It was a top ten, for sure. Euphoria shot out from the core of my sex and ricocheted off every nerve ending I own before colliding behind my eyes. I saw white, I saw flashes, and I felt…transcendent.

I don’t know if it was the level of control I had had over her or if it was her talent, but in the moment, my brain couldn’t decipher. Nor did I want it to.

My voice erupted in splats like a cumming cock.

Good one, Carrie!

Thanks, Princess.

“OHHHhhh PanduUHH! AHH. So good, oh fuUUCK!”

I held her head with hands and thighs, as my body shook, pulsed, and then surrendered. I had a feeling I had gushed some thicker liquor on her. I felt nasty happy. I released her to gasps from both of us, and I climbed off and collapsed next to her, my head near her knees. “‘A++’, Amber. Like, fuck yes.”

She turned, her whole body flushed and sweaty. I reached and lazily gathered some of my cum from her cheek. I licked it off my finger slower than practical yet the right pace for control.

She took a deep breath. “You are amazing, Princess. Thank you.”

I actually blushed, if you can believe it. “Thank you, Amber. Your mouth is wickedly special.” We instinctually moved to one another, despite the awkward positions. Our mouths met with post-orgasmic tenderness. The little minx bit my lip. Princess giggled.

“Hop in the shower. I’ll join you in a minute. I have to text my Mistress and report my success.”

She sweetly shook her head, remembering not to roll her eyes. As she began to sit up, she let out a small laugh.

I smiled as I looked around for my skirt and phone. “What’s funny?”

“I just met you like two hours ago, and we’ve already fucked.” Her voice dropped to secret-share. “I’ve never done that before.”

“And?”

“It’s…liberating.”

She sweetly found my skirt and handed me my phone. My screen lit, and she saw my wallpaper: Kayla and me in a selfie at Navy Pier.

“Oh my god…it’s you.”

Fuck, she knows me?

I tried to laugh off her reaction. “Me?”

“From Helen’s. You were the couple that was having such an intense discussion. I was your server. Thought you looked so in love.” Cover blown. “Of course, you looked really different that night, ‘Princess.’”

Shit…okay, reestablish parameters.

“Get in the shower.”

She looked hurt, like I was mad she found where I’d hidden her birthday gift.

“Okay… did I ruin it?”

Oh God, she had tears in her eyes. Time for Carrie to take over. Princess didn’t argue.

I softened and caressed the back of my hand along her cheek. I gently took hold of her chin and pulled her in for a soft kiss. She trembled.

“No, you didn’t. We will talk in the shower.”

She nodded and headed in. Her first stop was the toilet for a quick pee. I suddenly had to go myself. I heard the flush and then the water turn on, and that brought me back to my task. I texted my Miss- fuck that, I texted my girlfriend.

Everything was amazing— about to shower and then start next round …but…

Not surprised - Proud, Pet, but what?

She recognized us on my phone

…

Interesting

Interesting?!

The next 30 seconds were excruciatingly long.

Then she finally responded.

Enjoy the shower— enjoy that hot body. Deflect personal questions. Stay vague but don’t lie —talk in the morning.

I whispered, “How the fuck do I ‘stay vague’ but not lie?”

I was still unsettled. Her heart emoji fixed that.

TO BE CONTINUED

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