Silken Whisper

I had lost my faith in the commercial dominatrixes during the years. I didn't blame them, it was me who felt so empty after the visits. It was in the moment, and often not even that, when it felt a good idea to visit them. Mostly, it was the moment before the session and sometimes it felt good during but never after.

I had been looking at a small advertisement for a long time. Something drew me looking at it from time to time. I was used to seeing some pics or links to websites but this one didn't have any, only a short text.

Something brought you here.

You can be honest about it.

observed@darkvault.net

Finally, I was in a state that I put a message to that address. I shared some basic wishes I had and asked if it would be possible to meet.

I got only a time and street number for an answer and an instruction to message 5 minutes before the meeting from the location. I didn't know if that was a scam or just a bad idea in some other way but I found myself from that address two days after that message. I had taken some extra money with me because I didn't know what the fee was. After I had sent the message I had an answer that guided me to the apartment building opposite the address I'd been given at first.

I pushed the doorbell and was let in. One floor underground and I was at the metal door. The door opened a bit before I did anything. I just went quickly in and the door closed behind me.

There could have been anything but for my luck there was just a lady in a simple leather mask. Wearing a black top and leather pants that had put into high heeled boots that came just under her knees. A dark burgundy belt with gunmetal details finalized the outfit.

She just looked at me. I hesitated and extended my hand to give the fee I supposed that it could be. She just took it from my hand and I briefly felt that nice leather touch slightly against my hand. Maybe that was the right amount.

"What is it that you truly desire?" she asked with a soft and low voice.

I had told her in my message some of my basic things I like; submission, bondage and my fetish for leather. Nothing really kinky or nasty. That seemed not to be enough for her. I saw it from the intensity of her eyes, like she knew that I hadn't told her everything. Something about her eyes and presence made me blurt out, "I want that you take me as the slut I am."

That was it! I had said It! I'd never said that to anyone. I hadn't even let that deep desire come into my consciousness. But just like that she had that out of my mind with one sentence!

"Strip." That was all that said, carrying on with the same tone that she had used before. No reaction to what I had said in any way.

I took my clothes off and she was looking all the time, inspecting me more, but I couldn't see any reaction from her.

"Kneel," she said again using that same tone that didn't tell me anything about her mood or anything else.

After kneeling she put on a collar on my neck that had a chain attached to it. With that she drew me deeper into her chambers making me move on my hands and knees.

She led me to the room that had only one object in the middle and she led me straight to that I knew what it was for. It was a sling. It was hanging from the ceiling by four wide and dark chains. The sling itself was made of thick black and soft looking leather. As I got near I could see that it had deep burgundy stitching. The light was only illuminating in the center of that room, and I couldn't see clearly to the walls.

There were loops in those chains where my legs and arms could be secured. She guided me to the sling on my back and tied my legs with those leather loops in the chains. Those loops were in a rather low position so it forced my knees towards my torso. Then she didn't put my hands on those other loops in the headside chains. Instead she twisted my hands under the sling and secured them there to other loops I hadn't seen. Then she secured my hips in place with a belt.

The sling was quite comfortable but I wasn't feeling comfortable. I had told her about something that was my deepest desire and now I was in a position where there wasn't any chance to avoid the fallout, whatever that might be.

I could only hear her slow steps, her sharp heels striking the floor, when she walked out of the light. Squeaking sounds from the disposable gloves going on and the plastic snap of a plastic bottle opening. Then I saw her coming to the light and those almost gentle fingers were on my rear door spreading the lube and investigating my private hole. Slowly, and with determination, my virgin hole was filled with her finger feeling everything there. Then she applied more lube and more fingers until she had four of them inside me and I felt that she was splitting me in half.

I was surprised that it didn't hurt a lot. She seemed to know how much pressure to use so that my body wouldn't try to reject her invasions. I was a bit sad when she withdrew them all and I heard a sound that she was taking the gloves off. No more fingering then and I had just started to enjoy it.

Then she went to the dark again and the sounds told me that she was tightening some belt or something and steps coming near to my head. She took hold of my ear with her leather gloved fingers and twisted my head so that I was facing her.

There was a big dildo attached to her hips and it was covered with a condom that had a rubbery smell filling my nose. She looked at me and pressed that slightly against my lips; I knew what she wanted. Reluctantly I opened my mouth to that big invader and she made me taste the condom-covered cock she had on her belt.

Slowly I got used to that taste when it mixed with my saliva and she also made me used to having it deeper and deeper in my mouth. She took hold of my hair and turned my head so that my throat was lined with my mouth and started to investigate my gag reflex, which was really quickly responding to her.

"Breath through your nose." A simple order with the same tone of the first words she said to me.

I tried that and she held my head with her both hands, twisting it as she liked and making me take that monster in my throat. Water ran from my eyes when she made me take it again and again.

Suddenly, she stopped and went away again and came back to me from the darkness wheeling something with her. She came with that between my legs and I saw that it was a fucking machine that had conical type of a dildo attachhead to it. Narrow from the head but widened to the base. She adjusted the machine so that the narrow head went just inside. It didn't feel bad.

Then she came to my head and released two chains that were keeping the headrest up. My Head didn't have a support anymore and she guided me to tilt my head down hanging over the edge. The dildo came again to my lips and when I opened my mouth to it she slowly pushed it in and to my throat. At the same time she started the fucking machine that started to make short and slow movement in my ass just a little streching my anus.

She took her time. She made me take that dildo many times into my throat, fucking it slowly. She had a remote control in her hand and with a few adjustments she made that dildo sink deeper and deeper in my ass making it stretch my anus more and more. She knew what she was doing. She didn't push too much too fast but kept me on the edge that I could just barely handle.

When I felt that the fucking machines dildo had its base against my ass she stopped it and left it in a position where it stayed completely inside me, keeping me wide open when she started to fuck my mouth faster and faster. I was a complete mess. I had my saliva running everywhere mixing to my tears that came from the gagging. I had precum on my stomach, tights and perineum. I felt that she had complete control of my body and its functions.

Then she suddenly left me again. The dildo buried in my ass. I just tried to breathe normally again and catch my breath when she came back to my head side and lifted the head support again making my position more comfortable. Then she walked slowly her heels making their sound to the floor to my other end and rolled the fucking machine away.

I felt that my ass was open but empty. She looked at it and analyzed its state. Then I notarized that the dildo between her legs had changed. It wasn't a lot bigger but it was somehow different. It looked more realistic when it stood out of her belt's metal ring. She masturbated that dildo slowly when spreading lube on it. It looked like she had turned inward into her own world and didn't observe me in the same way as before.

It was clear what would happen. The head went in easily because the conical dildo had made my anus wide open but deeper inside where the narrow head had been, that mushroom-capped head made a lot of room when filling my insides when she pushed it in with a one slow thrust.

Her enjoyment was visible when she started to slowly fuck me. It looked like that was just for her. I was there only to give her enjoyment. Her fucking became faster and harder and I had difficulties to keep up but in some point I felt something changing in my body, something that took away all the discomfort and pain. Everything changed to a need to have that dildo as much as possible and as fast as possible. I wanted to scream fuck me! Fuck me harder but just kept myself silent with this new feeling that was so overbearing that it was hard to handle inside my head and body. I looked at her and her eyes turned to me and for a second she was locked again into my mind again and gave me what I craved so much.

She banged me very hard and I twisted my head from side to side. When I started to come I noticed myself yelling, "Thank you! Thank you!"

But that wasn't the end for the session. She carried on. When I came to my senses after my enormous orgasm I again had difficulties handling her continued thrusting, with the same force. She fucked me eyes closed and I knew that she was near and was taking her own big O from my ass. Fortunately for me it didn't take very long when the waves of orgasm shook her and she stopped inside me.

For a second our eyes met again. In that short moment I saw something new in her eyes. Something very human and pale. She was completely open with her soul to me when she looked at me. I felt something completely new in my heart but her look was over as quickly as it had come, turning back to that professional analyzing mode.

She let me out of the sling and I understood I should dress. When I was leaving I said, "I would like to meet you again if it's possible?"

"This was my last professional session. I'm sorry to tell you that," she just said in a professional cold way.

"Okay, bye then," I said to her and I couldn't hide my mood change.

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First, it was very hard for me. I had found something but wasn't able to experience it again. Then I tried to explain myself that it was a good thing because I would have carried all my money to her like those men in the book The Egyptian where all men carried all their money to a woman called Nefernefernefer if they had one night with her. When the time passed by I started to doubt if anything genuine really even happened. Maybe it was just all an illusion that my brain had developed. Anyway, I lost interest in trying to find anything similar. I turned to spending my energy more on sports so that my sexual needs would stay in the background.

It was spring and I had driven in those forests the whole winter using trails that were used enough that the snow didn't bother me too much. Now the snow had melted and it was warm and sunny. Cycling on those same trails I came near to some field that was surrounded by the forest. First, I could hear some motor noise and then I saw it. There was a tractor that had got stuck in the corner of the field. The ground frost had just melted from that shadowy corner and it hadn't had the same time to get dry like the other parts of the field. It was muddy and the tractor had stuck there when turning with a harrow there. Someone tried to draw it out with another tractor but wasn't succeeding because the stuck tractor hadn't any driver.

I left my fatbike to the trail and went by foot to the field and signed for the driver that I would go inside the other tractor. The farmer looked surprised but stopped trying to pull and waited until I managed to go inside. It had only rear wheel drive but with twin tires so I thought that with differential lock on it would significantly help the other tractor on the job so I put the lock on and gear on and signed to the farmer that started to pull. When the chain was tight I lifted the clutch and started to help the pull. Little by little it started to go forward and soon it had dryer ground under the tires and moved forward on its own power.

I stopped the machine and went outside. The farmer did the same and walked towards me.

"Thanks," a female voice said, surprising me.

Now I looked better and yes of course it was a female.

"You are welcome! Do you need help getting that back to your farm so you don't have to walk back here to have it? That's not a problem. I can put my bicycle on the harrow and carry on with that when we are there."

I noticed she was thinking about it for a second. She wasn't that keen on it but calculated that she would lose time for walking again.

"Okay," she just said and turned back to the other tractor.

I went to take my bike and followed her to the farm. It was the farm I had been thinking it would be because there wasn't any other nearby for my knowledge. It wasn't very large but looked like a very well maintained old farm with nothing extra. The place looked strictly planned. I took my bike and carried on saying goodbyes at the same time. I didn't want to waste her time. I did know that she had a lot to do if she was doing it all alone. She thanked again, looking more friendly at this time and our ways separated.