[Fiction] Rites of Passage

[Whispering Dom]

Part 1

Every fibre in her body is tense as she listens for a sound. Anything that will tell her she’s not alone. Her heart is beating fast, waiting for something, for anything. What will it be? A touch? A word? Will it be gentle or harsh?

She’s naked. And very aroused even though it’s not been that long since she was brought to orgasm.

Her eyes flit around, but she cannot see anything. He has put a blindfold on her. She’d cry out to him, but she has a gag in her mouth and her words are muffled.

Her arms hurt. They are lifted high above her, restrained. Her legs are spread painfully wide, restrained also allowing only the slightest of movement. Her contact with the floor pretty much on tip toes. She’s never felt more vulnerable and exposed.

She tries to calm her pounding heart, tries to breath in through the gag, hold the breath for a few seconds. It doesn’t work. It’s not that she’s scared, she is here by choice, but not knowing, not seeing…

She freezes. Did she hear something, or was it more sense something? She moves her head around pointlessly, she cannot see. He is there, she’s sure of it. She tries to speak, but the gag renders her words meaningless and she grunts with frustration. Suddenly she feels a hot pain across her back, she cries out into the gag, tries to turn her head. Another streak of pain. She’s being whipped. She tenses, trying not to sway on her tip toes, her arms aching, another blast of pain.

And yet her arousal is growing, she can feel a constant throbbing between her legs, her nipples erect. Naked, vulnerable, the whipping to her back when the rest of her body is so completely exposed actually turning her on.

She shakes her head and gasps for breath, waiting for the next strike of the whip, can feel streaks of hot pain across her back. The waiting is worse than the whipping… She can tell he is still there, can sense him moving around, again she twists her head, lets out a quiet moan of frustration. She spasms, something pushing deep inside her, between her spread legs, and then vibrations, fast, insistent. Her body trembles and her arms ache as she shudders with the pleasure. He is going to make her cum again.

But then the vibrations stop even though whatever was causing them is still inside her. Her head sags down and she gasps for breath through the gag, little spasms still pulsing through her. Then more searing pain, on her bottom this time, hard fast swipes, too many for her to count, her buttocks stinging with heat and pain. The whipping stops for just a moment, and then she cries out into the gag with pain and surprise as she feels herself struck across her stomach with the whip making her stagger painfully backwards…

And then the vibrations start again, fast, insistent, and she almost cums, but then more pain on her buttocks holding the orgasm back as the whipping there resumes.

She can feel sweat dripping down her body, she wishes he would just be done with her, make her cum. But it seems he is not finished with her yet.

The vibrations inside her stop again. She feels her nipples pinched hard and cries out into the gag, the pain an incredible counter to the pleasure, one she’d never have imagined how much she’d like. The hands pinching her nipples release their grip, and flutter down her naked skin, across her belly, between her legs. They start to to stroke her lips, between them and she shudders and moans into the gag. The fingers masturbate her slowly, her moans into the gag constant, she’s so close. She trembles and shudders, almost cums, but the fingers stop, and she cries out again into the gag in frustration, thrusting her hips, desperate now for release.

Suddenly hard flat spanks to her buttocks, he is using his hands. She groans, so aroused, so exposed, wishing that he would just touch her again, she desperately wants her release now. Fingers slip between her butt cheeks and caress her asshole and she shivers, then more spanks, her cheeks radiating heat and pain. Then the vibrations inside her start up again, very low, not enough, even in her incredibly aroused state to bring her to orgasm, and she whimpers pitifully into the gag.

She’s so close, her whole body is trembling, shuddering, her arms so painful, standing on tip toes making her legs ache. She cries into the gag, begging for release, it comes out as a series of indistinguishable sounds. But he knows. He must.

And finally she feels the vibrations inside her increase. She shakes violently, fingers caress between her lips, it’s too much. She orgasms, the climax surging through her, her body bucking violently, painfully, the restraints around her ankles and wrists digging into her skin.

Spent, she hangs there, breathing hard, then she feels his hand between her legs again, and whatever was inside her is pulled out making her spasm and gasp. Finally she feels the pressure on her arms and toes reduce as she’s lowered down. She feels her ankles released and she falls gratefully to her knees still breathing hard, then her wrists are released. She feels his hands pulling at the blindfold and it falls away. She blinks, looks up at him squinting as her eyes adjust to being able to see again. She sees him lean forward and remove the gag.

“Thank you” she whispers, and sees him smile down at her. Sweat drips from her skin. She feels sated, and yet she has a deep desire to please him. To pleasure him. He looks down at her, strokes her hair.

Hesitantly she reaches up and puts her hands on the waistband of his jeans. She looks up at his face, searching for permission, or a rebuttal. She sees him smile. She unbuttons the jeans. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and as she pulls the jeans open, he springs out. She gasps quietly. She wants him to be naked, wants to see his body. She tugs the jeans, pulls them down, and he lets her pull them from his ankles. She looks up again. He smiles and lifts his t shirt off, stands naked before her. She mewls quietly with desire.

She bends forward, takes him in her hands, strokes, caresses. She leans in and gently kisses the tip. It tastes salty, she’s not surprised, she’s been naked and used by him for some time now. She’d be bitterly disappointed had he not been so obviously aroused. She strokes him slowly, almost reverentially. She can hear his breathing speeding up, getting shallower. She kisses him again, kneeling before him, and very slowly, very deliberately presses her lips around him, letting him slide slowly between them. She hears him gasp.

She starts to move her head forward and back, in and out, feeling him fill her mouth. She closes her eyes, lets her tongue caress him. She wants very much to pleasure him. She starts to move her mouth faster, she lets a hand drop to his balls, caresses them. She can feel him twitching in her mouth and moans with expectant pleasure. She tastes more precum, then she feels him spasm, feels his semen spurt into her mouth. She sighs happily as she lets it slide down her throat, not wanting to waste even a drop of his precious cum. Of her Dom’s reward…

[kmacroxs]

I have been on this site for quite a while, and I haven't read too many stories that were on par with this. Keep up the good work, please.

[Whispering Dom]

Part 2

You wake, stretch and smile at the memory of the previous night, feel a warm fluttering of arousal. You look over and see him moving around the room. Nice butt you think and shiver with pleasure. Not a football player, but still, really nice… He had turned, seen you were awake and smiled. You admired his cock again, not hard, but maybe not entirely soft, as he walked over to the bed, carrying a mug.

“Thought you might like a cup of tea” he had said with a smile. Tea, not coffee, you had smiled and taken the cup.

“Thanks” you said, taking a sip. You look up at him. “Lovely.” You give a surreptitious look at his obviously stiffening cock, feeling your own arousal growing fast. He climbs back onto the bed and lies next to you, and with a grin pulls the sheet off you, looking openly at your naked body his erection now obvious. You feel yourself tremble with anticipation.

“Well, that was great last night…” he said. “Thank you, I guess…” You blush at the memory and smile at him awkwardly.

“Yes… It just sort of happened” you pause. “But I’m glad it did, I really enjoyed it.”

“Me too” he said. You drink more of the tea, and he reaches over and strokes your leg, turning you on even more as you keep looking at him.

“Yes, so I see” you say staring at his hardon. You are amazed at the thoughts racing through your mind. The feel of his hand on your skin is sending shivers through you, and you want very much to touch him, to repeat the experiences of last night. You put the mug down on the table by the bed. As his hand strokes your skin, you spread your legs, brazenly inviting him, you reach out with your foot and rub your toes against his leg, your arousal surging. You shudder as his fingers brush your lips and you let out a quiet moan of pleasure.

You look at him and blush once again at the thoughts in your head. You put your hand out and gently touch him. He sighs quietly. You lick your lips. You’ve never done it before, but you really want to put him in your mouth. No idea why, but you want it. Perhaps because he’d used his mouth on you last night? With a nervous smile you gently push him onto his back and lean over him. You kiss him on the mouth, then tentatively start to kiss down his body. You feel his hands brushing your skin, jerk as his fingers brush your nipples and pleasure flows through your body.

You hesitate, then kiss his cock, feel it twitch. You’re nervous, scared even, your heart beating fast, but you’re throbbing also and softly you kiss the tip. Your breathing is fast and shallow, you kiss it again, then start to plant little kisses moving down the shaft. You are acting on blind instinct, you poke your tongue out and run it up and down him, then over his balls. It feels so naughty, but also so good. You plant more little kisses, moving back up him, kiss the head slowly letting your lips linger there as you lift him up. For a moment you lift your eyes to look at him, his head laying on the pillow, his eyes closed, he’s breathing heavily. You kiss the head again, hesitate, letting your mouth linger there then let your lips slide over him.

You’re amazed by the reaction. He gasps out and spasms. You have an overwhelming feeling of power, much moreso than just touching him with your hands. You start to slide your lips up and down him, feeling him twitching in your mouth. You like it, it turns you on the feel of him against your lips, filling your mouth, you run your lips up and down him, lost in your own arousal. You let your tongue caress him, come back up and let it run around the head. You slide down back onto him, holding him deep in your mouth, you are absolutely throbbing with arousal, moaning quietly.

It caught you completely off guard when you felt him twitch and felt his semen spurting into your mouth. You had been enjoying it so much, you hadn’t considered that he would cum, which you realize was really dumb. And it’s perhaps a bit more than you bargained for, you know you could swallow it, but you’re not sure you want to do that, so you lift your mouth off him, lean over and grab the mug from the table by the bed, and spit it out into that. You look back at him, flushed and embarrassed.

“S-sorry…” you stutter. But he smiles at you.

“It’s Ok” he says breathlessly, “I should have warned you. But I didn’t have the chance, that was incredible.” You blush. You kneel there looking at him as he gets his breath back, then slowly he rolls to his side, pushes you down, and you sigh happily as you feel his hand go between your legs. You spread them wide as he gently caresses you. You jerk, arch your back, and give yourself to his hands, to the pleasure, moaning quietly, knowing it won’t be long…

[Whispering Dom]

Part 3

Lauren’s feet pound on the treadmill. She’s sweating and breathing hard, her hair in a ponytail bounces up and down. She looks at the timer, thirty minutes so she presses the cool down button, and slows to a trot.

She looks around the gym, taking deep breaths to slow her beating heart. Pretty empty at this time of the day, a few women and an older guy, hair graying, riding an exercise bike. The treadmill slows to a walk and her breathing slows. The cool down ends, the treadmill stops and she steps off it. She walks from the cardio area, through the weights area, looking around.

She sees him, he’ll be perfect, just what she likes. Early twenties, athletic, muscled. She smiles to herself. He’s bench pressing weights, and she glances at him out of the corner of her eye as she passes, then goes and picks up a couple of small weights, stands in front of the mirrored wall, and starts to do slow bicep curls.

She looks at herself in the mirror, then casts a quick glance at the guy. He’s still pushing weights. She looks back at herself. She’s in good shape, very good shape.

She’s slim and toned, long legs, small round butt and pert breasts, light brown hair that she often wears in a ponytail. Men definitely notice her, she knows that.

She brings her mind back to the present, looks in the mirror and sees they guy is now sitting up on his bench, looking over at her. She smiles to herself.

She puts the dumbbells back on the rack and looks at the guy in the mirror. She smiles, openly this time, inviting, then walks away towards a different area, a quiet room where she can do some stretches. She can feel the guy’s eyes following her.

The room is dimly lit. She takes a mat, puts it down, then takes her trainers off. She sits on the mat and starts to stretch, she feels good, wonders whether he’ll take the bait. A few minutes pass, and then she senses someone coming into the room. She smiles inwardly, and looks up, seeing the guy from the weights room come in. He gets a mat, and sits on it, starting to stretch himself. She can see he’s glancing over at her, checking her out.

“Good workout?” she says. He looks up at her, mid stretch.

“Yeah, thanks” he says. “You?” She nods.

“Yeah, it’s a great feeling a good workout. Really makes you feel alive, gets the endorphins flowing.” He looks at her, shrugs.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I always like to treat myself to a coffee after” her heart is fluttering. Will he bite? She looks at him. “You?” He shrugs, but nods.

“Yeah, I guess that could be nice” He pauses. “Maybe I’ll join you.” He smiles at her. She breathes out. She’d been anxious, but why should she be. She has a great body. Any guy would want to accept an offer like that, especially a jock like this.

“Well, I’m done, you ready to go?” she asks, tugging on the line and snaring her prey. He nods, still half way through his stretches…

“Uh, Ok. Sure.”

She’s putting her trainers back on when she sees the older guy from the cardio room come in. He glances at her, smiles. She gives him a cursory look, then turns back to her victim.

“Ready?” she says brightly, standing up and looking at him. He shrugs, but clambers to his feet and stands looking at her. She starts to walk out of the room, turns to see that he’s following like a good boy, sees the older guy looking right at her, smiling. That guy is really annoying her…

[Whispering Dom]

Part 4

You’d liked Michael straight away. He was bright, funny and definitely good looking. You weren’t really sure whether he liked you, at least not in that way, but he was always friendly, and he always had time to talk with you.

He was a couple of years older than you, which didn’t really help when it came to wondering whether he was just being friendly, or whether he might like you in the way you hoped he would, but the more time you spent with him, the more you really hoped it would lead to something. You were starting to spend quite a lot of time fantasizing about how it would be if you finally got together, imagining what he might look like naked, imagining his hands on your body, imagining touching him…

“Want to go and get a coffee?” You looked up, startled from your thoughts and felt your face flush when you saw him standing there. He was looking down at you, smiling. “Thought we could chat about this.” He held up the book that was the book clubs current read.

“Oh… Sure…” you said, feeling flustered. “I guess we could…” God, you hoped he wouldn’t change his mind. That hardly came out like you sounded interested.

“Great.” he’d said, just standing there looking down at you. You’d stood up and grabbed your things, and followed as he’d headed out of the library.

But when you’d got to the coffee shop it was just closing and with a feeling of frustration you’d decided that obviously it just wasn’t meant to be. Until Michael suggested that you go back to his place, his roommate was away for the weekend…

You’d sat in his room and chatted about the book, had a pretty good time although he didn’t seem to making any kind of move and just as you were thinking nothing was going to happen and it was time to go, he’d asked you if you’d like a drink. Being only 18, you hadn’t been much of a drinker, your parents didn’t drink much at home, and you were too young to drink in bars. But why not you thought, at least it kept your hope alive, so you’d sat down again, and he had poured two small glasses of tequila.

You’re not sure how many shots you’d had in the end, it was all a bit hazy, but Michael had offered for you to stay the night rather than try and get home. He’d even offered to let you use his pajama tops. Well, it’s what you had been hoping for, so with a shy smile you’d accepted the offer. You’d both looked away while you each got ready for bed, you’d pulled your t shirt off, hesitated, then removed your bra before putting on his pajama tops. They were long on you. You kicked off your shoes, then took off your jeans and socks, hesitated again just for a moment, then pulled your panties off too. Your heart was beating fast, it was finally going to happen.

In the event, nothing happened. Michael had been a true gentleman, seemingly not wanting to take advantage of you, even though you wished he would, you were feeling so turned on lying there nearly naked with him, but he’d just cuddled comfortably with you for a bit, and then you’d heard his breathing slow, and realized with a growing feeling of frustration and disappointment that he was asleep.

You’d lain there, sadly frustrated that he obviously didn’t seem to like you in that way. You were so sure he must have when he’d offered for you to stay, and now you were so turned on. Your hand drifted down your body, pulling the pajama tops up, exposing yourself next to him, but still he slept on. You ran your fingers between your legs, jerking as you touched your lips, spreading your legs out a bit, almost wishing that you might wake him sure he’d get the message if he woke up to find you masturbating next to him. Your body had jerked as you had started to caress yourself, you’d turned your head to look at him lying beside you. Asleep. Angrily you pulled your hand away despite the fact you wanted nothing more than to cum now… The thought of masturbating while he lay sleeping beside you felt so humiliating, but also arousing. You shook your head in confusion and tried to sleep.

You’d woken in the middle of the night, disoriented and with a headache. You’d got up and gone for a pee then made your way back to his bed. You were still disappointed that nothing had happened, and still turned on… You stood by the bed for a moment, wondering whether you shouldn’t go back to the bathroom and masturbate, get it out of your system. You shook your head in frustration. You pulled the sheet back to climb in again next to him, and stopped and gasped quietly. His pajamas were tented with a very obvious hardon.

You’d climbed onto the bed next to him, unable to take your eyes off it, and you couldn’t deny it excited you. You really wanted to touch him. You could feel your heart racing, not sure if you should, I mean he was asleep. What would he say if he woke up with you touching him? Well, surely he’d get the message then…

But you realized later that you had still been a bit drunk, and that had given you the courage - or the recklessness - to do it, and besides, your earlier arousal had surged back to the surface. You had reached over, unbuttoned his pajamas, and pulled them apart. And there it was! You had swallowed and put your fingers out to touch it, gently running them up and down it. God it looked and felt nice. Suddenly Michael had groaned quietly and you’d quickly pulled your hand away, but he hadn’t woken, so you had put your hand back and started running your fingers up and down it again. You were getting incredibly turned on yourself, your breathing getting fast. He still seemed to be asleep, and you simply couldn’t resist it, so you slipped your fingers round him and started to stroke.

Again he had moaned, but you were too far gone to stop. You had looked up at him, seen his eyes were open his head lifted up looking at you, and you’d frozen. Oh fuck…

“Don’t stop…” he had said quietly, his voice husky, and he’d dropped his head back on the pillow. You started to stroke again, swallowing hard. The sound of his breathing getting heavier, and his little moans of arousal turning you on like crazy. You had started going faster, he’d spread his legs, you kneeled up next to him and with your other hand stroked his balls. You were so turned on… You’d stopped for a moment to roughly pull his pajamas down and off his legs, then kneeled across him, straddling his legs masturbating him in earnest.

It hadn’t taken long, you had been stroking him hard and fast, and with a gasp he had cum, his semen spurting onto his stomach. You had almost cum yourself you were so turned on! He lay there breathing hard, just as you were, and you hadn’t objected when he had reached up and started to undo the pajama tops he had leant you. When they were unbuttoned you had shrugged them off, finally, naked with Michael, you shuddered with pleasure.

He reached up and his hands caressed your breasts, his thumbs stroking your nipples, you moaned quietly. His hands dropped down and he had pushed them gently between your legs, and started to caress your lips. You had nearly cum. He gently rubbed his fingers between your lips and you cried out softly. You closed your eyes as he slowly masturbated you, moaning quietly.

Then, in a flurry of movement he had sat up, pushed you back on the small bed and put his head down between your legs. Nobody had done this to you before, you’d fantasized about it, and Michael was just the person you wanted to do it to you. You spread your legs wide as he pleasured you, your body jerking, your breath coming in pants. It hadn’t taken long before you had climaxed, harder than you could imagine, pushing yourself against his face.

[Whispering Dom]

Part 5

They’d sat in the cafe for a while and chatted. It had taken the guy a while to warm up, she thought perhaps he might be nervous. But she had a plan. She had talked about exercise, about how important it was to her to keep in shape, but slowly she’d tried to turn the conversation around a bit.

“You have a girlfriend?” she asked. He’d looked at her for a moment then shaken his head.

“Not right now… Just broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How come?” She looks at him sympathetically. He sighs.

“I dunno. She wanted to settle down, have kids, all that sort of stuff” he shrugs. “I’m not really ready for that.” He looks at her guiltily. “Maybe I wanna play the field a bit, you know…” His voice tails off, not sure he’s saying the right thing.

“Oh yes” she says. “I completely understand. I mean look at you, you’re young, a really nice guy, and you obviously look after yourself.” He blushes slightly.

“Well, thanks… I guess.” He looks at her. “What about you? Boyfriend? Husband?” She shakes her head.

“Nope, I think I feel just like you, not ready to settle down just yet.” She looks at him and smiles. “I mean there’s plenty of opportunities for fun heh?” She winks at him. He looks a little shocked, and she worries she might have gone too far, but then he smiles.

“Yeah, there certainly are” and he looks pointedly at her. She takes a breath, calming herself, ready to go in for the kill.

“Sooo… What do you do after the gym?” she asks, smiling at him. Will he bite? She can feel herself trembling slightly. He looks at her, shrugs.

“I don’t know. Nothing planned… You?” She swallows, this is it…

“Well, I was thinking of going back to my place and sitting in the hot tub for a while” She looks at him. “Be kind to my muscles” she says.

“Huh. That sounds really nice…” he says. “Wish I had a hot tub.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she looks at him, as if thinking, then shakes her head.

“No. Why, what?” he says, seeing her shaking her head.

“Nothing, just a silly thought, and probably way out of line” she tries to make herself blush.

“What?” he says. “I mean what was the thought?” He’s looking at her. “I’m sure it was fine, I wouldn’t take offense.” Yes! She’s got him.

“Well” she pauses, looking at him. “I was just going to say you could come back to my place.” Again she tries to make herself blush. “But like I said, probably way to soon…” She laughs. “I mean we’ve only just met…” He’s shaking his head.

“No” he says. “I mean that would be really nice. If you don’t mind…” She looks at him, smiling, and shakes her head.

“No, of course not. Plenty of room in the hot tub…”


She’d driven him, and they’d chatted about exercise and stuff. They’d got out at her place, and he’d followed inside. It was a small place, but had a deck outside with a hot tub. She’d led him out to the deck and taken the cover off the hot tub.

“Why don’t you get in… I’m going to go and put my bathing suit on.”

“Oh…” She looked at him.

“Is something wrong?” she asks. He shrugs.

“Well, of course, I didn’t think, but I don’t have any trunks…” He looks at her. “Guess the hot tub party is off.”

“You can wear your gym shorts if you want…” She feigns thinking. “But then I guess they’d be wet for getting home…” She looks at him, tries to blush again, and gives him a smile. “Look, if you want…” she pauses. “Well, I don’t mind if you go in without…” He looks at her.

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t mind…” he seems to be blushing for real. “But that would be a bit embarrassing with me naked and you in bathing suit… Don’t you think?” She looks at him, nods.

“I guess” she says. “Well, would you be Ok if I went skinny too?” Of course he would, she thinks with contempt. But she does love playing them. “I mean I guess I could.”

“No! That would be great…” he pauses “ I mean I wouldn’t mind at all.” She smiles. Mission almost complete.

“Well then” she says. “I guess it’s time to get naked…”