one of the things i really enjoy is when Madam lets me serve a woman who is experiencing a first. sometimes it is her first time giving orders to a submissive. sometimes it is the first time she has held a whip, tied a man down, or realized that she can tell a naked male body exactly what to do and expect it to obey.
and sometimes it is her first time using a strap-on.
Madam met Miss Tatia, one of our neighbors, a few weeks ago. they struck up a friendship, and somewhere along the way Madam learned that Miss Tatia had never really dominated a man before. she was curious, though. very curious. by the time Madam told me i would be helping satisfy that curiosity, it sounded like they had already discussed quite a few possibilities.
i was told to shower, clean myself thoroughly, and wait naked. of course, naked is my natural state of being, so that last part did not exactly require extra preparation. i was pretty excited, i really like Miss Tatia, and had already spent time at her home working on her pipes.
get your heads out of the gutter – it was a plumbing emergency and duckie knows toilets!
anyhow, we discovered we shared a lot of the same interests as we’re about the same age, grew up with the same cartoons and loving the same movies. i was super excited with Madam told me i’d be serving her other needs!
when Miss Tatia arrived, Madam made it clear that she should not think of me as the man who was her neighbor. i was an object Madam had provided for her pleasure. i belonged to Madam, and Madam had decided to share one of her toys with a friend. Miss Tatia could position me, inspect me, command me, spank me, and use me however she wished.
pretty standard stuff. when Madam shares her toys, there is really only one standing rule. return them without permanent damage.
i think hearing that made the whole thing real for Miss Tatia. she stopped looking at me like a neighbor she recognized and started studying me as something available for her use. there was a wonderful little change in her expression when she realized she did not need to worry about being polite to me.
Miss Tatia decided she wanted to try the strap-on.
Madam helped her choose one and showed her how to adjust the harness properly. Miss Tatia was smiling and laughing at first. she was excited, but also a little nervous. she asked questions while Madam explained how to use her hips, how to control the angle, and how to make a man’s body take what she wanted to give it.
i tried to reassure her. apparently that was unnecessary, because Madam reminded me that nobody had asked for my coaching.
yes, Madam.
i got into position and Miss Tatia began slowly, penetrating me inch by inch. her first movements were cautious and shallow. she kept looking at Madam for reassurance, and Madam calmly told her to stop being so gentle with me.
“faster.” Miss Tatia moved faster.
“harder.” she held my hips and drove into me harder.
“all the way.” that instruction changed everything. Miss Tatia pushed fully inside me and held herself there for a moment. i felt her entire body press against mine while she discovered exactly how much control the harness gave her. when she pulled back and thrust in again, she did it with much more confidence.
Madam encouraged her to take full control because that was exactly what she had been given. she told Miss Tatia to grip my hips, set her own rhythm, and stop worrying about whether i would choose it for myself. my job was to take what she wanted and make myself useful while she learned.
there is a moment when a woman stops wondering whether she is doing it correctly and realizes that she is the one in charge.
for Miss Tatia, it happened about three minutes after she penetrated me.
her grip tightened. her hips began moving with real purpose. she stopped looking at Madam after every thrust and started watching my body respond to her. when i pushed back against her, she understood what that meant. when i made a little too much noise, she understood that too.
then she spanked me.
the first smack landed while she was still fully inside me. it startled a noise out of me, which made both women laugh. Miss Tatia did it again, harder this time, driving forward at the same moment her palm struck my ass. she quickly discovered she liked combining the two. she would pull me back against the strap-on by my hips, thrust fully into me, and then spank me while she held me there.
oh boy.
that was the moment she really found her power, and i definitely felt her find it. whatever hesitation she had brought into the room disappeared. she used me faster and harder, shifted my body when she wanted a better angle, and told me to stay exactly where she had put me. she was no longer asking if she could do something. she was deciding what she wanted and doing it.
Madam sat nearby looking very pleased with her new friend. every so often she offered another instruction. make him spread wider. hold him down. spank him again. push all the way in and make him take it.
Miss Tatia followed every suggestion, then started inventing a few of her own.
by then, i was sweaty, breathless, and very aware that the friendly woman from the neighborhood no longer saw me as a neighbor at all. Madam had presented me as an object for her pleasure, and Miss Tatia had learned how satisfying it could be to use me that way.
afterward, Miss Tatia thanked Madam for sharing me. that felt like the proper order of things. i thanked Miss Tatia for using me, because i might be property, but Madam has still taught me manners.
then Miss Tatia asked Madam if she could borrow me again sometime.
i have a feeling her first time will not be her last. can’t wait!
duckie, it would be wonderful if all women could have a boy as obedient, helpful, and useful as you are.