My Own Private Cheerleader

Natalie's first real training session is on a rainy spring evening when the crabapples werea all in bloom. I pick her up at the mall and she's carrying a back-pack with a change of clothes as I'd told her. She glances around to make sure none of her school-mates are around, then jumps into the car, and before she can say a word, I raise my finger to my lips in warning. Shhh. No words. She looks at me and makes a little expression of exasperation. She's very young and often finds these rules silly and bothersome, and so do I. But sometimes you have to set the mood right from the start.

 

She's wearing a light jacket and before I pull away from the curb, I reach over and open it. She's wearing a tee-shirt and it's tight and she's not wearing a bra—her nipples are just visible where the fabric stretched over them. I look up at her and she seems to like what she sees in my eyes, and her own eyes seem to offer a little challenge. She loves to drive me crazy and I love to let her do it.

 

I drive to my place and as we go I reach down and casually pull her legs apart, as if I were doing no more than adjusting the seat,arranging her how I want her. She's wearing jeans, and my hand goes to her crotch and I begin to idly rub her as I drive, enjoying the rough feel of the denim and the yielding softness within. Her game is to act unconcerned, as if she's just looking out the window, mildly interested in the lights of the strip malls and fast food places we pass, their lights shining on the rain-specked windows, but I can feel the heat between her legs and see the way her nails dig into the leather seat as I play with her

 

She knows the basic rules by now— (1) when I give her the hush signal she's not to speak unless spoken to; (2) she's not to touch me unless I tell her to (a rule I let her slide on a lot); (3) she's not to cum without my permission; and (4) she has to let me do to her whatever I want unless I cross that one final line—the line beyond which she'll use her safe word and we'll stop immediately. But that will put an end to our session and is only to be used in the most extreme emergencies, a situation I don't expect we'll ever experience. Meanwhile she has to sit in the car with the rain spattering on the window and her legs apart as I slowly massage her pussy and drive.

 

"Open your pants," I say.

 

"David—" she begins, a clear violation of rules 1 and 4, but all it takes is a look from me to make her remember, and with a quick, nervous look out the window, she lifts her butt and opens her jeans and pulls the zipper down.

 

That's better. Now I can slide my hand down over her smooth tummy and the tight slickness of her panties and feel that hot little bulge between her legs. It's drizzling out and the windows are spotted and so it's not easy for other drivers to see in, but I suppose a truck driver looking down could see what I was doing and she knows it. She doesn't say anything but I think it excites her to know that someone might see me with my hands down her panties, my fingers working against her pussy. Her breathing increases and she keeps her face turned to the window so I won't see her face. When I press her over her clit she instinctively tries to close her legs but I give her a little slap on the inside of her legs and she opens them again.

 

We must make a weird sight—a middle aged man with his hand down the pants of a teen-sged girl as we cruise down the suburban drag

 

We finally reach the city and I pull up in the alley behind my place and turn to her. "Good girl," I say. "You're doing fine."

 

I lean over and kiss her, sliding my arm around her shoulders and my other hand goes up under her tee-shirt. The windshield wipers are still slapping but I'm lost in that kiss. She's got the sweetest little mouth, and when she gets excited like this there's this way she kisses that just drives me nuts, as if she's opening her mouth to me for anything I want to do, and I hold her hair back with my right hand and kiss her deep as I play with her tits, tracing circles around her nipples till she starts to squirm, then I slide my hand down inside her panties this time and push my finger just inside, just the first knuckle.

 

Natalie moans into my mouth and that just makes me crazier. Her breath is hot and sweet and I can even taste the gum she was chewing earlier—a faint hint of mint and girlish freshness. I start fingering her as my thumb finds her clit and I feel her nails dig into the back of my neck. I push her tee-shirt up over her tits and she tries to push it back down but I slap the back of her hand like she's a naughty little girl. Rule number 4 again. She moves her hand and lets me expose her breasts.

 

She's pressed back against the door now with her legs spread and my left hand down her panties, my finger sliding in little circles around her opening. My right hand is holding her right wrist, and my head is down and I'm sucking and licking her nipples. She smells like honey and some baby-fruit body wash and musk. Anyone could walk by and see us—anyone out walking in the drizzle, that is—and that makes her nervous. Her nervousness makes her even more excited, being sucked and fingered in a parked car in an alley.

 

"Oh David," she gasps. The inside of the car is getting steamy now. "You're going to make me cum!"

 

"Permission denied," I say, but I don't stop. I keep on playing with her till her hips start to move and she squirms in the seat and then I stop and take my hand from her panties.

 

"That's enough, baby," I say. "Time to get upstairs."

 

She looks at me with something that's not quite hatred. Let's call it frustration and serious disappointment, and she shifts around to zip up her jeans.

 

"No. Leave them open."

 

I live in a rear coach house in town, and I can park right behind it. It's just a few steps to the stairs going up to my place, and I like the thought of Natalie taking those steps with her pants open. She pulls down her tee-shirt and holds her jacket closed as we get out of the car and in a minute we're up the stairs an I'm fitting the key into the lock.

 

A partially undressed Natalie in my house and a spring rain outside. It doesn't get much better than this. I close the door and take her in my arms and kiss her, my hands sliding down to hold the firm globes of her ass through the tight denim. The no-touch rule goes by the boards and Natalie slides her fingers into my hair to kiss me back and presses her tits against me, rubbing them back and forth so I'll feel them through her tee-shirt. She presses her mound against my growing erection as I hold her ass and rub her against me.

 

She wants more. She wants to get fucked right now and have her come and I'm sorely tempted, but someone has to be in control here and I grab her shoulders and turn her around and take her jacket off. I've been expecting her and I have rope and some leather straps hanging right by the front door. I quickly tie her wrists behind her back and then pass a black leather belt beneath her elbows and cinch tight, pulling her elbows together behind her. That makes her arms useless and her tits strain even more against the tight tee-shirt.

 

She looks fucking great. She looks so good that I have to press her body up against the door and lean against her and kiss her, holding her hair in my hands and licking her face and biting her lips like I could eat her alive. She yelps as I push too hard against her bound arms so I let up, but my prick is hard now and presses through my pants against her bare tummy as if it could break thorough and fuck her just like that. I don’t know why the sight of a bound woman does such things to me, but Natalie drives me crazy when she's tied up. I just want to fuck her to death.

 

I don't though. Instead I get down on my knees and take off her shoes and socks and yanks her jeans down her thighs. Her panties start to come down with them but I don't want that, so I slide them back up into place. I pull her jeans off and fold them fairly neatly (for me) and drape them over a chair. All she has on now is her tee-shirt and panties and the rope and belt holding her wrists tied behind her. I break my kiss and look at her face, and she can see in my eyes that I have something special for her today.

 

"Your training starts today," I say. "The real deal."

 

All along she's been asking me about this training business, worrying about it, curious, wanting to know what was involved. "What do you mean by 'training'? Like sitting up and begging and rolling over?" she'd asked.

 

I'd laughed and was about to say "No," but then it struck me she wasn't that far off, so I just told her, "Don't worry about it. It's just a term we use."

 

I lead her over to the locked door and the stands there with her arms out helplessly behind her. I fit the key to the lock and open the door.

 

"Your training is this," I say. "I'm going to train you how to please me. How to be everything I want in a woman, in a sex partner, in a lover, so that I'll never want anyone else. You're going to learn how I like things done. How I like my cock sucked. How I like to fuck you and how I like to be fucked. You're going to be trained to be everything I want you to be, Natalie, and everything you want to be as well."

 

I turned on the light—the dim, overhead light—and Natalie looked around the room for the first time.

 

I can see she doesn't know what to make of the place—the bed in the corner, the two-by-fours nailed to the walls, the sawhorse and bondage chair and pipe rack, the chains and pulleys hanging from the ceiling, the cabinets holding the equipment.

 

"This is the training room," I say. "Welcome."

 

Her arms are still strapped behind her, and I pull her to me and kiss her, losing myself in that kiss, tasting the inside of her mouth, feeling those tee-shirt-covered tits pressing into my chest. My hand travels down to her panties and slides between her legs and she gives a little moan as I begin to rub her, feeling her soft flesh slide behind the slick material. She doesn't know what all this stuff is for so it doesn't mean anything to her yet, but it will. After a while she'll be so that the sight of a piece of rope will make her wet and her nipples get hard.

 

"On your knees," I say, and I start to help her down.

 

"What?"

 

"Just do it."

 

She gets down on her knees, her arms held out behind her. I go to the cabinet and take out a leather crop, brand new, bought just for Natalie— her crop. She doesn't like the looks of that, I can see, but that's alright. She's about to learn that the crop is an instrument of pleasure as well as discipline. Her first lesson.

 

I walk over to her and then stroll around her, inspecting her as if she's a car or motorcycle I'm thinking of buying. She keeps her head down as she's supposed to, and when I reach out and run the crop over her cheek she doesn't flinch. I let the soft leather tip caress her cheek, then slide down and lift the hair from her neck and let it fall back gently against her skin. My movements are soft and gentle, belying the menace that the leather whip represents. I run the tip of the crop down her spine and give each ass cheek a little spank just to remind her what the crop is used for, in case she should forget.

 

I reach down and grab her tee-shirt and lift it up over her tits, exposing them. Now she can feel the touch of the leather on her skin. I stand in front of her and run the crop down between her breasts, then caress each one with a slow, lazy motion, working the tip in towards her nipples. With her face down, I know she can see every detail of the whip as it slides over her skin—the threat of the whip touching her flawless skin—the braided shaft, the soft little square of leather at the tip.

 

I slide it down over her tummy and rub the tip along her thighs, then the inside of her thighs, moving uyp towards her sex. She's still wearing her panties and she watches as the tip of the crop slides along her crotch. I can almost taste her nervousness and apprehension.

 

I removed the crop and raise it to her face. I press the square tip against her lips. "Bite it," I say.

 

She looks up at my quizzically so I repeat. "This is your whip, Natalie, used for no one but you. I want you to mark it with your teeth. Now bite it."

 

Still on her knees with her arms bound behind her, she opens those white teeth and bites down on the leather tip, putting her brand on it forever. I lift it up to show her her teeth marks. She and the whip are now connected.

 

I help her stand and make her hold the shaft in her teeth as I pull her panties off amd toss them aside, and I hold her there, running my finger along her naked pussy and feeling her moisture. She's still a little too nervous to be excited, but she's getting there. I take the crop from her mouth and run the tip up the insides of her thighs, stroking her, coming closer and closer to her naked pussy but not touching it, and as I do I lean my head over and suck her tits, lashing her nipples with my tongue and feeling them stiffen with her arousal. Her breathing increases—she's getting excited. She can't move her arms, but she starts to move her legs, half trying to avoid the tickle of the whip, half trying to force it against her cunt where she needs to be touched now.

 

I stop with the whip and start playing with her tits, squeezing them, tickling her nipples. "See why you have be trained, Natalie? See how wild you get on your own? No control. No control whatsoever."

 

I go back to playing with the whip, sliding it against the insides of her thighs and tapping her with it, sucking her tits till she's quite aroused and twisting in my grasp. Finally I drag the tip of the crop over her slit and she groans.

 

"This lesson is to teach you about the whip," I whisper to her. "It can hurt you, or it can make you feel very good. Or it can do both."

 

I press the braided shaft up into her slit and slowly drag it back and forth like a little saw. The leather is polished and smooth but the tight braiding makes the shaft bumpy, and the sensation of the braided leather sliding over her sensitive flesh is terribly arousing. Natalie likes it, and she arches her hips out towards it, leaning her head back, giving that hot pussy to me.

 

I begin to saw it gently back and forth faster and then faster till I'm beating her off with it, playing it against her pussy like a cello bow and Natalie grunts and lifts her knee, trying to squeeze her thighs together and trap it between her legs, but she gives it up. She's gasping now and breathing hard.  I change the angle so that the shaft plays against her clit and now she cries out and I see her smooth tummy harden with muscular contractions at the delicious friction. She's standing, but almost lying back in my arms, her useless arms pinioned behind her as I increase my tempo to a steady fucking rhythm, the slick shaft sliding over her clit and the wed slit of her cunt

 

"Oh! God! No!" she moans, and I can tell by her voice and the color of her skin that she's already nearing orgasm.

 

I stop my playing and push her to her knees again.

 

"No coming yet," I say. "Cock sucking lesson. Open your mouth."

 

She's breathing hard, her tits rising and falling. I step up close to her and open my zipper and extract my cock, so hard the skin is glistening, and Natalie opens her mouth and takes me inside.

 

God, what a mouth! Hot and sweet and eager. I drop my head back and groan out loud in pleasure and feel my balls draw tight, already prepared to shoot a load down her throat. Still holding the crop, I place both hands on her head and swing my hips gently, fucking her face as she sucks and turns her head this way and that to let me feel all over the inside of her mouth. I pull my cock from her lips and leave her kneeling there with her mouth open like a disappointed baby bird, her lips slick with saliva.

 

I take my prick in my hand and slap it against her cheeks, teasing her as she chases after it, then I give it to her again. Pull it out and slap her with it again, loving the feeling of her smoth cheek against the blunt head of my tool. She follows it with her open mouth and I plunge it into her again. She's good—very good—and I can't find much to correct in her cock sucking. She takes me all the way in and bobs her head, not easy with her arms tied behind her, and her tits shake and roll on her chest as she works. I hold her hair in my left hand and guide her head back and forth, fucking her steadily now as she makes lewd sucking and slurping sounds and little hums of pleasure in her throat as my prick slides in and out. I reach over her back and give her ass a little swat, then another. She squeals.

 

"God, you're a good little cock-sucker!" I moan. "Aren't you, Natalie? Aren't you?"

 

She mumbles something and I swat her again, a little harder this time, the whip making a sharp little slap sound against her naked ass. She can't say anything, of course, but the message is clear. I'm spurring her on with the whip like a jockey spurs on a horse, fucking her face and spanking her ass to make her take it. WIth each slap she gives a little indignant squeal.

 

The saliva's starting to drip from her mouth now, and I'm getting close. My balls are swinging against her chin and she's sucking in desperate gasps of air through her nose as my prick churns in and out, and finally, it's too much. I pull my cock from her mouth and pull her dizzily to her feet, her lips shiny with our juices and slightly swollen from the abusive friction.

 

I unbelt her arms and unclip her wrists, though I leave the rope bracelets attached, then pull off her tee-shirt, leaving her naked. I pull her over to the wall where I tie her wrists out to the side to a couple of studs as she stands there panting, then I get down and tie her ankles to the same studs so that she's standing with her feet well apart, arms chained out to the sides. I give her a deep, thrusting kiss, my hand roaming over her naked body, her tits, her belly, down to her pussy. She's naked and helpless, mine to use and explore as I wish. She's also very wet now. Wet and ready.

 

"That was very good, Natalie. Now We learn something else about the whip."

 

I take the crop and run the tip over her pussy. She flinches at first, then tries to close her legs, but of course her ankles are tied apart. I step up close to her and turn the whip around, holding it handle-side up. The handle is slim, maybe half an inch in diameter, but covered with the same smooth braided leather as the shaft. I run the handle up and down her cleft, find her opening, and slide it into her, watchingher face.

 

"Oh God!" she cries out.

 

I stifle her cry with my mouth, leaning against her and kissing her deep as I slide the handle of the whip into her pussy. The whip is barely inside her—only an inch or so—but it's the most sensitive inch, and I begin to fuck her with it as Natalie closes her eyes hard against the unfamiliar sensation, wanting to refuse it but needing it at the same time, My other hand finds her clit and begins to play with her and Natalie groans.

 

She's such a perfect slave, spread-eagled against the wall and having her pussy played with while I'm fucking her with the handle of the crop. She's already on fire, and now I just have one more trick to show her before she gets her reward.

 

I withdraw the whip from her pussy and suck the handle clean as Natalie hangs her head and breathes hard, panting with relief, then I take the crop and softly slap it against her pussy—against her labia, against her clit, soft, regular slaps about as fast as a good fast fuck—and Natalie goes wild, pulling at her bonds, pushing her cunt our at me, gasping and moaning as the tip of the crop continues its maddening slapping against her clit, the rhythm designed just to make her come.

 

This is always hard. This is where she has to learn that the whip is her master, that it's like my substitute cock. Natalie groans, she whines, she closes her eyes and shakes her head as if she could refuse to acknowledge the maddening pleasure that's coursing through her body from the rude slap of the whip, but the truth is, she's close, she's close, and the crop keeps up its incessant drubbing of her overheated pussy.

 

"Permission to come! Permission to come! Oh God!" she howls, and without losing a beat I say, "Permission granted."

 

She throws her head back and screams and her thighs tremble with the force of her orgasm and I watch her face get red as she chokes on the force of her own cum, her pussy trembling, quivering as she gives me everything..

 

I drop the whip and grab her, pressing her body to mine and kissing her as she gasps and groans her way through her come, my hand going down to her pussy to coax out the last bits of feeling till I feel her tremble and know she's gone into post-orgasmic sensitivity, and then I stop.

 

She hangs in the ropes as I untie her and carry her gently over to the bed, holding her like a hild. I lie her down on it sideways. I watch her as she tries to regains her breath, then I get busy, tying her down.

 

Since she's lying in the middle of the bed sideways, I tie her hands to the head and foot posts on one side, then rope her ankles and tie them to the same posts on the other side, spreading her wide open. She's too dizzy, too exhausted to fight, and when I'm done she's tied tight and spread wide, her legs split like a bird's wings—her pussy, her ass, everything exposed and available.

 

"You're sensitive after you come, I know," I say as I strip off my shirt. "But you should be over it by now." I kick off my shoes and socks and strip off my pants. My cock feels like it's already going to explode, like it's made out of lead. The precum is hanging from the tip in a long strand.

 

"You did very well today, Natalie, and now this is your reward."

 

There's not much room to get on the bed with her tied that way, but I don't need the bed. It's made at just the right height for me to stand on the floor and give it to her, and I bring my cock to her pussy and lay the head against that soft, pink, throbbing fount of womanhood, brimming with her juices, just waiting to be penetrated.

 

I think maybe alligators must feel something like this when they sink back into the safety of the swamp, or turtles, but when I push the head on my cock into Natalie's sweet little cunt, thrills of sheer pleasure run up and down my spine, and I feel like I've found my home at last, the place I never want to leave. She's hot and wet and tight, and I can look down at her face and see that look of surprise at how big I am inside her, how incredibly hard, and how much I need her.

 

 I groan, torturing myself by trying not to move, just basking in that hot, feminine grip. She's tied tight. There's nothing she can do but raise her head a little to see my big shaft disappearing into her cunt and pulling out, going in and out, fucking her, and then I lean my hands against the far side of the frame of the bed and begin to fuck her.

 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cries with every thrust as I slide the full length of my massive prick into her. That tight little pussy grips me like a little mouth, and I can feel that little ring of muscle sliding along my hard pole, massaging every vein and nerve. She's spread so wide for me, I could fuck her pussy, I could pull it out and put it in her ass and there's nothing she could do about it, but all I want now is the incredible sweetness of that body, that feminine softness and warmth and beauty.

 

"You like it?" I whisper down at her. "You like that big cock inside you? You like being trained to be my slut?"

 

She doesn't answer, and all I can do is groan, "Oh Christ, Natalie! You've got the sweetest pussy in the whole fucking world! I could fuck you forever! Forever, baby! Forever!"

 

I kiss her then, my mouth open so I can breathe as our tongues lick at each other and I gasp out my pleasure into her panting mouth. Natalie's whining too, and moaning, and trying to move and fuck me back, but she's tied too tight. The juice spills from her pussy and runs down her ass and over my balls.

 

I slam into her, my loins slapping against the insides of her thighs, my pubic bone mashing against her swollen clit, and my prick comes out shiny and slick with our juices. I grab onto that bed and—heavy as it was— I fuck her so hard that I lift the front legs from the floor every time I bottom out in that sweet cunt, and all Natalie can do is lie there and take it, all the need and savagery of a man who needs her like he's never needed a woman in his life—need to spill into her, explode in her, let out all my rage and passion inside her.

 

"Oh God, baby," I gasp in her ear. "Gonna come! Gonna come in you, Natalie!"

 

Tied as tight as sheis, she still gives a little wiggle of encouragement, movingher ass on the bed. "Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it! Come in me! Oh God! Let me have it!"

 

I plunge deep, grabbing her tits as my eyes roll into my head with sheer ecstasy and I feel the flood of tension and anguish and need just come roiling and boiling out of me in that thick load of cum and shoot down the length of my cock and deep, deep, into that sweet cunt.

 

"Oh God!" I groan, thrusting my hips out and throwing my head back. "Oh Christ! Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

 

Each yell is accompanied by a scalding explosion of semen from the very depths of my being, the hot, creamy fluid splashing deep inside my willing slave's pussy as my ass clenches tight and the muscles in my thighs stand out like steel cords. I give her everything I have, and she takes it all, sucking it all up into her belly just like her mouth sucks greedily on my tongue as I pour my soul into her pussy.

 

Later I untie her and we lay together on that same cheap bed, made for fucking. I have my arm around her, holding her close, and she has her head on my chest and one thigh over mine so I can feel that sexy drip of my cum oozing out of her, just the way I like her, and I caress the smoothness of her shoulder and back and kiss the top of her head.

 

"So how'd I do?" she asks.

 

"In your training session?"

 

"Yeah."

 

I sigh. "You did very well, baby. Very well. So well, you’re going to need more training. Lots, lots more."