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Pussy Willow

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I was just fishing by the river, when I saw this new girl, and a guy I knew from school.

He was carrying her pink backpack, but I threw down my pole (Just drowning worms anyway) and stripped down to my trunks to swim over and warn her.

I knew him from school, and he was a big jerk in 6th grade. He beat me up, and made fun of me for crying, so I just assumed he was the kind of guy that hit girls. I couldn’t be more wrong, but it rained, and there was a flash flood warning.

So, the water was pretty high, and the current carried me down the bank, until I found a sand bar. By then, he’d gotten something out of the backpack, and she pointed up a tree. He nodded, and stared climbing.

Then, he jumped down, and she picked up a whip of willow off the ground. “TURN AROUND!” She yelled, and pulled the pruning scissors out, then she started spanking him with the switch. I slowed down, but kept walking, so by the time I got closer, she was up to “8. 9. 10.”

The willow branches hung down, all around. So, I ducked down, and he rubbed his pants. “Now, drop them.”

“Okay.” I couldn’t believe it, but I peeked through the leaves, and he bent over. To drop his pants, and take another swat.

“Ngh! Eleven.”

“No, start over.”

“1?” He winced, “2” She waited, until he relaxed, then jumped when he hit him by surprise. “3!”

“Hey,” he covered up his junk. “How did you get him to let you spank him like that?”

He gave me a dirty look, but he couldn’t uncover his privates, and chase me.

“Sex, how old are you?”

“Eleven.”

“He’s pussy.” He jumped, and bit his lip like a girl. “Whipped.”

“If you tell anyone. AH!”

“KEEP COUNT!”

“Uh, 5?”

“Okay, that’s it.” She threw the switch down, “Now, get down on the ground.” She gave him a swat with her hand, when he tried to pull up his pants. “Bare assed, sit on your hands.”

“Yes, mistress.” He hung his head, and smiled, but straightened up his face when he did what she asked. Actually demanded, but I had no idea that he was into sex, let alone kinky sex, or let his girlfriend spank him.

Really hard too, but then she walked around, and pushed him down with her boot. Then, she stood on his chest, and ordered him to “Take it off.”

“Yes, mistress.” She really had him under his spell, but I never heard of femdom before. Yeah, S&M, and pussy whipped of course, but not that she actually beat him with a whip. Well, a willow switch, but it was pretty much a whip.

He finished unlacing her boot, so she could slip her foot out, and shive it in his face. Pinch his nose with her toes, and make him. “Kiss it, and lick the sweat off my toes.” He stuck his hands back under his butt, and his long shirt hung down over his lap.

“He really likes it.”

“Yeah, if he wants any pussy, he’ll do anything to get it. Isn’t that right, bitch?” He glanced over at me, and shut his eyes.

Nodded until she moved her foot, to let him say “Yes mistress.”

“Huh, well, I guess you’ve learned your lesson.” She sat down on his crotch, and didn’t even unbutton her top, but I could tell she was an older girl. Some of the girls in 6th grade were starting to show, through their 6 grade clothes, but she put her bootheel up under his chin, and gently told him. “Take it off.”

She wasn’t yelling now, but he had to feel around for the laces, with her sole up in front of his face, but he pulled them out of the hooks, and took off her boot.

“So, this is a foot thing?”

“Huh, no. He hates my feet, don’t you.”

“Mh!” He kissed it anyway, and sniffed before she pinched his nose. “Yes mistress.” He lied, I could tell he was really into it, and she must be really crushing his junk under her butt.

“I’m not going to tell anyone anything about this, if you’re nice.” I squatted down, and said his name. “You hear me, right?” I think he was hypnotized, because he didn’t even open his eyes. Just nodded, “Mh hm.” Sucking her big toes. Both of them, she put her hands back to hold his knees, and rub her butt on him through his shirt. “No more chasing boys because we’re little, no more calling us names, and no more hitting us to make us cry.”

“Oh, he bullied you. Well, that’s what his daddy hired me to fix.”

“His dad hired you, a.” I looked over, not wanting to call her a whore. After I saw how cruel she could be with that switch.

She nodded, “Therapist. Dominatrix.” She shrugged, comfortably in that position.

“Oh, I heard of that.” I guess if you have the money, you can buy your kids whatever they want.

“Yeah, he was acting out, so he needed someone to teach him a lesson.”

“Uh!” She pulled her toes out, but he just left his mouth wide open. “Uhn!” His eyes closed, he let his head fall over, and just took a ragged breath. “Hhuh!”

“Did he just get off on that?” Amazing, she didn’t even take off her clothes, let alone hold him in her pussy. I knew that much, I’m not completely ignorant, but she just said he’d do anything for pussy, and withheld it to make him obey. He still got off on it.

“Oh, yeah.” He laughed, shaking his head, and snapping out of it. “Dude, you have to try it.”

“Uh!” She got up, and lifted her heel to brush the mud, and spit off her foot. “He couldn’t afford me.”

“How much does it cost?” I just looked away when he turned over, to brush off his butt, and pull up his pants. “I don’t want to get beaten like that, but I’ll kiss your feet?”

She shook her head, “I’m not really into that,” but she finished tying up her boots. “Call me, and if you want to give him my contact info.”

“Yeah.” He looked me over, and she just walked off. Carrying her backpack unzipped, with the pruning shears tucked in, but she was dressed just like a business lady? Maybe a receptionist, white shirt still buttoned up to the collar, and black slacks, but almost combat boots? “I don’t do that any more. I’m sorry I bullied you guys, but I had some issues to work out.”

He shrugged, and turned over his phone.

“This her number?” No, she had a website, and without the makeup on, she looked older. “How old is she?” h no, it turned out to be just a profile on Mistress-Guide.com

“I don’t know, early 20s?” I scrolled down the big picture, turned up so it flipped the image of her. In a black bra, with a thick black belt tight around her waist, a strapon, and high heel boots with knee pads.

“She have any pictures of her tits?”

“No, it’s not a porn site, and she’s specialized in CFNM. That’s Clothed Female, and Nude Male.”

“Why?” That doesn’t make sense.

“Because if she got naked and fucked you, well 1. That would be prostitution, and B, it’s all just a big tease. I had to learn to control myself, but she helped by controlling me first.” He twisted his wrist in 1 hand. “She didn’t tie me up, or anything. That’s Discipline, instead of Bondage.”

“It was just weird, so weird I didn’t even get a boner, but.” it worked on him, at least he was nicer now, so I handed him his phone back. “Thanks, I guess.”

That got me thinking about it, though. Sex, but looking up some of the rougher side of sex, until I found something that did turn me on. This one girl called Lexy Belle. Well, first of all, she’s blonde, and pretty with a hot body, and perky tits that don’t sag at all, but still big enough to jiggle when she hits him.

I just skipped past the part with the strapon, but that was in the middle. First, she had him tied up on a wooden box. Bent over for a spanking, but then she got up on the box. He was tied up to the ceiling, with a gag, and she made him fuck her. Well, “made him” do it, of course after all that spanking, and teasing he’d do anything just to fuck her.

I was just getting to know the feeling, but this one website (I’m also not supposed to be on, for like another 5 years) said it’s sometimes about his fantasy. Or her’s when a man ties up a woman, and beats her. You have to work it out ahead of time, to make sure everyone gets what they want, and agree on a safe word.

So, I know I don’t want to get assfucked by a dildo, even if it is strapped on a girl, and besides. That just covers up her pussy, which is the whole goal of being pussy whipped. At least to me, I don’t want to be teased, my balls busted, or denied. My orgasm ruined, when I start having real orgasms, but until I started ejaculating.

I guess it was okay to watch some guy get teased, and blow his wad. I saw this one get 3 in a row, without losing his boner once, and she didn’t even put it in a cock ring. Just shrink wrapped him to a post in green plastic wrap, and gave him a slow hand-job, but she beat him off 3 times before he was done. Slapping it, and letting it slip between her fingers, so the sensitive head slipped between her knuckes, and also handsfree.

That was another guy, I think it was the same guy, but it just said Hands Free Bondage Compilation. That was all by himself, so he must’ve tied him self up. He had on a blindfold, and a ball gag in one, but he stood in front of a mirror. For no good reason, what’s the point of even setting up the mirror if you can’t see it?

So, I tried that up on the bathroom sink, only without the blindfold. So, I could see myself, holding the twisted strip of bedsheet tight behind me. I figured out that, it was almost Discipline, and almost Bondage, but I could let go any time. Or grip the linen tight, and practice speaking through the knot tied in a bandana for a ball gag. Looking like a good little subby boy.

For instance. When my family got home, I could let the sheet go, jump down off the cabinet, and pull the bandana off to get in the shower. So, I was just in the shower when they got home, and no one’s the wiser. One good thing about starting when I was 10 was I had almost 2 whole years to practice before I started cumming for real.

I learned to orgasm hand’s free, it’s not easy, but if I close my eyes, and think hard enough. About a woman, and not a girl. No strapon, but a real black whip over her shoulder. A corseted bodice, and matching black leather panties. Fishnets, and thigh high boots with the zipper down the side, so she can put her foot up, and her heel under my nuts.

The rope tight and scratchy, splitting them apart, and tight around my boner. Unzipping it with my hands tied behind my back. Drool soaking into the bandanna and running down the sided of my chin. “SNH!” Pinching my nose, so I can’t hardly breathe, and digging her other heel up under my nuts.

“NGH NG NH!” Finally, it started twitching, and jumping in dry spasms, rubbing my ball bag up and down the twisted itchy rope, so I can let go of it. “Huh!” pull them out of my buttcrack (She can’t fuck me with them it the way) and letting it untwist enough to let it droop down.

“Hm?” I felt something roll out, like a BB, only I hadn’t stuck anything in there. Well, just once, but it hurt too much, so I never tried sounding again. It wasn’t just a drop, neither. It dribbled out, and rolled down the faucet, so I knee walked back in front of the medicine cabinet, and pulled my hands out. To take out the bandana, and sniff it.

I don’t know what it smells like, but I’ve seen enough handsfree orgasms to know what it looked like.

Look at this mess. Lick it up, you sick little pervert. “Slup huh!” I smacked my lips, and tasted it. “Mh!” Good, I like it, so when she makes me lick it up off the floor, it wont be gross, and make me barf. So, then I got in the shower to wash all the sex sweat off, before my family gets home.

I hid it from them, all of them for a couple of years. It was private, and I had a brother I didn’t want to think. Well it’s embarrassing, and I’m ashamed of it, but that’s a big part of the turnon. At least for me, I wasn’t never violent, or mean. I didn’t have any issues to act out, then work out, when my daddy hired a Dominatrix for therapy. He’s so lucky, and spoiled, and he got away with beating up all the little boys for years too.

I couldn’t forgive him for that, I tried, but I’m starting to think it was gay for me. Now that i discovered I’m submissive, a bottom, and just this side of masochistic too. I don’t like pain, but that’s not the point. I want to do things I don’t like, to serve her, please her, if I like it too much, then she doesn’t have to make me, and it’s like saying “Sorry,” when your mom makes you say you’re sorry.

You don’t mean it, and you can’t make someone sorry, if they’re not.

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Willough (gf Bondage, and Discipline)

He came right up to me, and my friends. “Hey, you’re Willow, right?” They all laughed, and egged me on, because we’re all waiting for boys to notice us. Talk about us, and maybe even come up to talk to us. We talked about them, but we didn’t go over to talk To the boys we liked.

“Well, WillOUGH, with a G.”

“How do you spell it with a G?”

“We’ll catch up with you later,” my friends left us alone, but it was out in public. So, if he tried anything I could scream, and they could call the cops. They backed off, but kept an eye on us, just in case this was some mean trick. “Text us?”

“Okay, I will.” They’re going to want to know all the gory details, assuming there’s any to tell.

“Will, O. U. G. H? It’s a silent G. It’s actually short for Willoughby, that’s my mom’s maiden name, but she named me Willough Bea Richardson to remind me of her side of the family.” She had a quilt at home she could show you if you just ask her.

“Oh, like rough, and tough.” I thought he was just being nerdy, because schools been out over a month, and he didn’t flex, or try to show off his muscles. Kinda hard to tell, in that baggy teeshirt, and shorts down to his knees. He sure didn’t look rough, and tough, but he was a boy with the balls to come up, and talk to me. Even with the other girls around, and he liked me.

“Well, you know the willow grove over by the river? It’s a real special place, and it’s not far. If you want to go for a walk?”

“Sure.” I looked back, and I got thumbs up from the girls.

“I’m Larry, well Lawrence, but you can call me Larry, or maybe Lawrey? Whatever you want to call me, really.” It wasn’t a long walk, and it wasn’t any beach. Still hours before the sunset, and the wrong side of the river to watch it from, but you could see the fisherman’s bank from the bridge.

“Watch your step.” He took my hand, and helped me down. “There’s brambles, and thorns here too, so you have to be careful.” He switched sides with me, so he risked scratching his legs on them, but then we got to the river, and he showed me the willow trees.

“So, what’s so special about this place?”

“Oh, well you see how the branches hang down. Here.” He pulled them back so I could duck under. “It’s kinda private, but if we sit down here.” He put his arm around me, but didn’t go right for second base.

Not that I had much to slide into, unless you counted the foam inserts, to pad them out to an A cup. “Huh, can you kiss me?”

That was weird, the first time I even heard of a boy asking the girl to kiss him, but I wanted to kiss, so I did.

“Hm,” He closed his eyes, and relaxed. Lay down, and I shook my head.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, but whatever you want to do to me.”

“This is getting weird, I mean consent, or no consent, aren’t you supposed to kiss me, and work your way down to my bra?”

“Oh,” he finally looked. “You’re wearing a bra?”

“Yeah?” This was getting weirder, and weirder, but he just smiled, and nodded. “Huh, okay.” He sat up, and held my shoulders. “If you want me to make the first move.” He started kissing my neck, so I closed my eyes, and waited for it to start working?

“I’m sorry, but this isn’t really working for me.”

“Well, you want to try tying me up?”

“What? No, wait. You’re one of those boys?” I can’t believe it, especially since he came to me. Asked me out on a date, and all around acted so confident, only to ask me to tie him up? “What with?”

“I’m very submissive, but I’ve got a little rope, here.” He got up, and pulled a trash bag out. From behind the tree, it was the kind of rope I’d expect to be tied to an anchor, but on a little rowboat, or something. Red, and white stripes, but in rings instead of spirals like a candy cane.

You know the rope floats they string between the lanes for swimming practice? Okay, well until school ended, me and the girls kinda got into watching the swim team, because the swimmers, and divers all had these skimpy little bathing suits, and athletic bodies, like Michael Phelps? Just a preview for swim season, but he hid behind the tree trunk.

So, I looked over at the river. The pontoon boat just floating down the river, with the announcer’s tinny voice floating over to me. “On your left, you’ll see Willough and her bondage boy toy, tying himself up behind a tree.”

“Huh, what’s wrong with you?” I got up, “You sick pervert, what if somebody sees you like this?” I pointed out at the river. “Is that what you want? The tourists to see you tied up, and humiliated?” I shook my head, and walked around behind him. Standing up, with the rope twisted between his legs. So, his crotch bulged tight in his shorts, but I felt the rope.

“How do you do that?”

“Tie myself up?” He let go of the knots he had tied in the ends, to hold onto. “Here,” let me show you.” I couldn’t resist slapping his butt cheeks. “Uh!” He put his hands up, on the tree, and the ropes just hung around his waist. Still twisted together, so I had to pull them up between his legs.

“Like this?”

“Uh huh!” he nodded.

“Yeah,” I dropped it, “You like it too much, so I better not reward you for tricking me. Luring me out here, and making me play your sick sexual games. What kind of girl do you think I am?”

“I don’t know, but I just want to find out. I just want to know you better, that’s all, but I couldn’t keep such a big secret from you.”

I bit my lip, and nodded. Despite the act, he said all the right things, and it all made sense. How would I feel if he had taken me out, we dated for months, and then he sprung all this kinky stuff on me? Also, I was kinda getting into it, I’m just trying to remember the kinds of things, you might say in such a situation.

“Well, this isn’t working for me, so take that off. The rope, I mean. Give me that.” I yanked it out of his hands, and pushed him. Giggling, just from the absurdity of me pushing him around. i’m not really a rough and tough kind of girl, despite what he said about my name being spelled like rough, and tough? Oh, well that was a big hint, that went right over my head. I’m not even blonde!

“Give me your hands, um.” I wrapped the rope around them, but then I stopped. “Hold on.” I took it off, and moved down to the end. “Now hold up your arm again. Just this one.” I started over again, with the knot to tuck through the loop.

He shook his head, “Try a clove hitch.”

“A what?” he pulled it off.

“A clove hitch.” He twisted it in 2 loops, and handed them to me. Then, he just put his hand through it. Together. “Now, you can roll it around until it gets to the stopper knot.”

“So, you’re a boy scout?”

“No, my grandad, my uncles, and my dad go out fishing, a lot. I guess I did too, but you can use it to tie up a boat, on the water too.”

“Oh, so you’re going to have to show me the ropes.”

“Of course.”

“Before I’m ready for any kind of sex.”

“Yes, of course. It’s not even sex, it’s just bondage.”

“You’re weird,” I kissed him. “But I like you,” I decided.

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