Meeting Sir

Author: Wolfslut

It's not that I've never met Sir before. I have. He occassionally shows  himself for  fractions during the day, lashing out an order at me, or glaring at me accross the room, mostly I acknowledgeand apease him with a "yes Sir".  So,  we are most certainly beyond first introductions, but we have never played together before. Blindfolded now, I could sense him approaching me,  he didn't feel dangerous. A mild presence compared to my Master.

"Hello Sir" I say smiling, leaning my head back towards what I think is his direction, he is standing above and behind me,  while I am sitting on a chair, my head connects lightly with his chest. I feel at ease with him, a comforting presence.

"Hello slut" he replies, a soft smooth voice, no hint of Master's roughness. " you hands should be behind you!". He takes my wrist and secures it to the chair leg with a cable cord.
"This is our first play time together" I observe while making sure my hands and my feet are against the chair legs as he wants.

"It is my slut, it is. And since it is the first time we need to agree on our safe word. You'll say  "red" if things are getting too much. Is that clear?" He is tieing my other hand.
"Yes sir". Sir it seems i s more sensitive then Master, more practical too, Master would never  offer me a safe word! Also he is making me wear thick socks on my hands and feet, reason: cable cords can cut, and they would be difficult to explain away! Sir is certainly a new enigma to me.

Checking that my feet are securely tied too, he first plays with the massage wand on my cunt, the buzz is set to the highest, then shoves a dildo in it  and out again -a large red dildo that can fit a strap on, with wrinkles, folds, curvy bumps and a slight bend to it. An effective toy when combined with the wand, bringing me close to cuming.  All this time we are talking getting to know each other, Sir seems a little distracted, can't fully make up his mind about what he wants. He frees my hands, wants me to please my self, hand's me a slink white vibrator.
"Play with this" he orders. But I am also absent minded as I do what  I am told, right now I am truely more interested in trying to suss Sir, trying to learn who he is. Where is the boundary between him and Master? So I keep talking, asking questions. It seems, he doesn't like that, all too soon, I have over stepped the limit, he has enough of my chatter.

"Slut, you talk too much!" He takes the dildo from my pussy and shoves it in my mouth "Suck on this and such up"

"Ut at if I ro it?" I object my mouth full of silicon

"Oh you better not drop it, you will be in a world of trouble if you do" Perhaps I would like to explore that world.... A memory of my last true punishment from Master flits into my mind, I hold the dildo more firmly. But, this is Sir, not Master, perhaps punishment from Sir wont be so drastic?  Following my thoughts Sir declares "Don't for a moment delude yourself that I shant punish you Slut. I would. I will whip your arse red and more!"  To emphasise he wacks a cable cord on my thigh. A sharp local pain, a sudden sting, that doesn't last long but carries the message home. The dildo slides, my mouth is slippery and full of saliva, but I catch it just in time.  

"Keep fucking yourself with that vibrator!" Concentrating so much on clamping my teeth on the dildo, my hands had stilled on my cunt. Apparently multi tasking doesn't happen in some situations!

" I'm going to let you suck  my cock now". He stands over me one leg on either side, taking the dildo out of my mouth he pushed the back of my head with his hands so that my mouth is filled with his cock. Firmly he holds me there, pulling my hair a little at the roots. A pain that reminds me of my position, I have no choice but to suck him. Happy me!  Greedily I lick, suck, my tongue twirls, it dances, she's delighted, even when I run out of air. He lets me up, then lets me play with him again. I assume he is watching me, enjoying what he sees.
"That's enough now" he says, pulls away, puts the silicon cock back in my mouth. "Suck this while I prepare your treat".

Oh....the treat....
I am aprehensive about this. On my way home he told me to buy fresh ginger root. Like a good sub, I did that, a little confused about his intentions, especially since he asked for two whole roots! That's a whole lot of ginger!!  Later he satisfies my curiousity: he wants to make a ginger dildo! ....That's a scary thought to say the least....ginger is sharp, strong, and not something I would consider comfortable around my sensitive areas. He assures me it's safe, it'll just be a tingle that builds  and builds, gradually, he's read about it, and would like to try it, if I'm ok with it.  Well, anything once?  So here goes....

The scratching of the knife ceases, his carving work is done. I can feel his pride at his work, it makes me smile, makes me trust.  "Ready for this?" Sir is curteous!!!?? Master would never ask!

"Yes Sir" I say a little shocked.  He puts the small dildo in, I'm expecting to wait, it's supposed to take time to be effective,  and I'm listening to my body, I want to feel when the gentle tingle begins, I don't want to miss it. I hope it'll be amazing -

But....

It stings! It burns!  Tears spring to my eyes and I'm wailing! A high pitched keening. I hurts. Instantly! It fucking hurts!!
"Take it out!" I beg. "Take it out! Red, gods damnit red!" I'm not used to safe words, I don't have them with Master!
"Fuck!" he swears realising my pain "Sorry!" It's out. The pain continues. It was in for all of 5 seconds but the pain, oh fucking hell the pain! And it continues, despite it being out. Enough of the ginger oil has seeped into my skin, the pain is endless. I need to wash!
"Shall I untie you?" he asks, his voice is worried.  
I shake my head, there is no need to free  more then my hands, "Cream please!" Instinctively I know water will not be good enough, water willl just spread it, like when you eat chilli, you need to eat bread or rice to soak it, or drink milk, not drink water . This burns more then any chilli I have ever had in my mouth. "In the bathroom, by the sink, the big bottle with the push lid"

"Right" he says and is off looking before I have completed the sentence.  The burning is too intense, but thankfully he is back and gives me the cream. I massage my tortured pussy with it and slowly the pain is soothed. The cream is cool, the effect is most welcome.  My nerve endings calm down and I am once again able to be aware of my surroundings, not just  my body, not just zoned in on my cunt. Like someone turned on the lights in a room at dusk.  I feel exhausted. I feel the tears and sweat slowly drying on my skin. It is because of this focus, followed by a sudden exhaustion that I have barely any memory of this encounter. The ginger pain over shadowed it all! Even though afterwards we continue to play, I cannot write about it, the experiences are gone!

He unties my feet. "Do you want to stop?" he asks.

"No. I'm ok, we can continue" I say "But please, no more ginger"

"No, of course not".

My last memory of Sir before he leaves hours later :
"Sir, can I see your eyes"
"yes my slut" He removes my blind fold. For a second I look into his volcano eyes, the eyes of my soulmate, but now they are intense and grey going black, then he kisses me and Sir's presence is gone. When I next look, his eyes are softer and the golden brown specks that usually fleck his eyes are back, like the gold flecks my curiosity returns: I wonder what Master's eyes are like?