My first time with a Prodomme

“It's here”, I say to myself.

I park the scooter on the curb, the way we do in Rome, alongside many others. People that came around here for work, unlike me. Today I have a late shift and a free morning. A free moment I am putting to good use.

I’m 10 minutes early because I did not want to be late. It’s hot and I feel a bit of sweat under my open face helmet; I hate myself for this. I don’t want to be sweaty, or dirty. I chain my scooter and immediately sanitize my hands. I want to be immaculate.
I should have taken a cab but Rome’s traffic can be a huge pain and I did not want to be stuck at a traffic light and be late. Being late this morning is not acceptable.

I check my teeth in the mirror. I haven’t eaten anything since I woke up; but I want to be absolutely sure they are as clean as they can be.

“I am here” I text her. Another woman. I feel like I can’t breathe.
“I am almost ready,” she replies,”knock at number 12 when it’s 11:00”.

This part of Rome is a bit different. Near the usual buildings there are some more unconventional constructions. Number 12 is a two floor building with a door facing directly the street; no shared entrance, no door man, just the door to an apartment. It’s unconventional, but it’s in a line of similar buildings, so it’s not really standing out. It’s near a car workshop. There’s people outside. Do they know? They must see the people coming in and out. They will see me and understand what I am about to do. I feel ashamed.

I pretend to check my phone and slowly walk towards the door. I’m about to do it. It’s 10:59. I could go into the clock app and check how many seconds are left; or I could just wait an extra minute and knock at 11:01. Would that be disrespectful?
It’s 11:00 now. I knock.

The door opens slightly. The inside feels like a black hole: the lights are probably very dim. There’s just enough space for me to slide in.

“Welcome” she whispers. She’s exactly like in the photos, but she is not wearing an eye mask. My eyes are still trying to adjust to the darkness.
She gives me her hand to kiss; I do that whispering “thank you”. I don’t want to do something wrong. She is the same height and same age as me; she is fit, with dark brown hair collected in a pony tail. She is in a sporty outfit: leggings, sneakers, a tight shirt.
I had the option between leather, formal, or gym. I chose the gym. I don’t regret it. A casual encounter of two humans where the better one is in charge.

We are in a small room. One of the walls is occupied by a large, red couch. Oversized for the room, but there’s literally nothing else, except for a staircase going down.

“Follow me” she says, walking in front of me and down the staircase, “and watch your head” she adds tapping with her hand on the hard edge over one of the steps, in the intersection between the ground floor and the basement.

Downstairs there’s a little more light. I look around in astonishment.
A wooden throne sits in the center of the room; all around the walls, a collection of every tool made to inflict pain and pleasure. Pads, chains, various sizes of strap-ons. A wooden cross shaped like an X, with belts at each end. A metal cage sits under the stairs we just used.

“Place my gift in the dog bowl” she says as she sits on the throne, pointing at a metal bowl on the ground, to her right. “Then get naked and kneel in front of me”.

I take the money from my pocket. The pay of a day's work for me.
I put the money in the dog bowl, then I strip until I am fully naked in front of her.

She points at the ground in front of her.

I kneel. She grabs my chin firmly, like she wants to evaluate me.

“This is who you are and you finally embraced it”.
“Yes” I reply.

“I don’t want to hear your voice”, she says.

I nod.

She takes off her shoes. I bounce between the knowledge of being totally naked, in front of another woman about to dominate me, and the attempt to just let go and live the moment.
She puts one of the shoes in my face. “Breath in”. I obey.
“This is my smell. Your owner’s smell. Breath in as much as you can”.

The smell of her gym-used shoes fill my nostrils. I feel good.
She takes off her socks. “Lick my feet”. Her soles are dirty. I can’t understand if that is just make up or real dust she picked walking barefoot before I came in. I’ve asked her to have dirty feet and now it’s my job to clean them. With my tongue.

“I want them clean,” she says, relaxing on the throne. It feels weird to lick the feet of another woman; It feels different. That’s why I’m here.

The dirt comes off little by little the more I lick. She takes little moments to check her soles and points to spots with more dirt, where my licking was not good enough.
“Use your teeth if you need to”.
I scrape the dirt from under her feet, getting more and more aroused. It’s not as much my licking that gets me, but the fact that it feels extremely natural. She is superior. 

She snaps her fingers. “Every time I snap my finger you open your mouth and put your tongue out, is that clear?”

I nod and open my mouth. She spits on my tongue.
“Swallow”. I swallow her spit. Another woman has spat in my mouth. I am dripping from my pussy. She touches me between my legs, exploring my insides.
“You are so fucking wet,” she says, “put yourself doggy style, head towards the throne”.
I put myself in position and I notice two leather straps at the bottom. She uses those to tie my wrists to her throne. I can’t move anymore.

I hear her walking around the room, but I’m unable to see what she is doing. I hear noises, like she is putting on plastic gloves. A cold, wet feeling on my butthole. It’s lube.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
I shake my head. The answer is no.

“Time to change that. Your ass is mine”.
She slips one finger in. A woman is fingering me. Two fingers, three. It’s not unpleasant.
“I will take your virginity now”. The fingers come out. I feel the tip of the strap on with the condom pressing on my butthole.
And then she is inside me. She slowly pushes past the point where her fingers reached; I feel my insides accommodating the dildo, her hands wet with lube on my ass cheeks.

She keeps going until her hips make contact my ass. She is fully in. She starts trusting.
I’m paying for it. It’s my first time.

I’m having sex with another woman. It’s my first time.
I’m having anal sex. It’s my first time.

She fucks me more and more steadily increasing the speed. I try not to moan, as she made it clear she did not want to hear my voice, but my brain is on fire.

She grabs my hair and pounds me. The wet noise of my ass being slapped by her hips echoes in the room.
“Look to your right,” she says. A mirror reflects the image of me, chained to the wooden throne, doggy style, getting fucked by my mistress. I only notice now she is naked from the waist down. She’s the one getting paid and yet I feel like the biggest whore on earth. I desperately want to touch my clit, but I can barely hold my hands on the ground through the straps. She pounds me violently. The lube allows the dildo to come in and out with ease. I see images of porn videos of girls doing anal. I’m like them now.

I get lost in my mind. The outside world feels so distant - my anxiety about being a little sweaty. Me being naked, in the presence of another woman. The money. The licking of the dirty soles. I feel happy I’m doing this.

She gets out of my ass and slaps it really really hard. I let out a cry of pain and pleasure. She snaps her fingers as she walks around me and sits back on the throne, the black strap-on that was in my ass seconds ago at the center of my field of view. I open my mouth and tongue and she spits in my mouth again.

As she takes the strap-on off, she takes the opportunity of pushing my face away with her soles. I am chained and cannot back out. Her feet rub all over my face, messing it with my tears and her saliva. She stands up in front of me, her shaved pussy inches away from my face. I’ve never been so close to a pussy before.

She takes off the leashes from my wrists and orders me to lie on my back.

“Now it’s my ass that needs attention,” she says. She squats on my face, her asshole over my mouth.
“You are going to be my vibrator. Start slowly”.
She gets even lower. I start using my tongue on her asshole.
“Faster” she orders me. I try my best. I would love to have her feel something from me. It feels like the most important thing in the world.
“Now as fast as you can” she orders, as I close my eyes and try my best to bury my tongue inside her.
“Good job, faster” she says. She puts her hands on my tights. Close enough to make me beg mentally to be just touched for a split second. I’m sure she knows.
“Oh fuck” she says, stepping up. She made me believe I was actually pleasuring her too much; but I’m a woman as well and I don’t think I can fall for that as easily as any man might do. I’m licking the flavour of her butthole from my lips; that’s already enough.

I lay on the floor, my ass still wet from the lube, in my throat the taste of her spit, on my tongue the flavour of her asshole. She is back in my field of view with a plastic bag.

“When it gets too much tap on the floor”. I don’t really have time to respond. The bag is on my head as she rides me sitting on my stomach. I’ve bagged myself several times masturbating, I know the feeling. But this is different: she is holding the bag. She could technically keep going when I want to stop. She is holding my life in her hands. An unknown person paid to do this to me, not in a story. For real.

The first few breaths are ok. Then the plastic bag starts to stick to my face more and more; the air is running out. After a few seconds, there’s nothing else to breathe but my own CO2. The plastic adheres to my mouth and nose, trapping me in. The noise of the plastic contracting gets more and more intense.

I notice she is kissing my lips through the plastic, but I’m too busy trying to inhale air into my lungs.
I tap the ground. She laughs. She keeps going.
I don’t want to panic and be silly. But I really want to breathe.

She lets go, standing up, as I cough and roll on one side. She uses her feet on my shoulder, turning my body back to face the ceiling.

“You can touch yourself now,” the mistress says.
My clit is exploding.
She squats on my face again. I know what’s coming. I’ve asked for it.
“Open wide”.

I masturbate as fast as possible. She looks me straight in the eyes and squats on my face again, now with her pussy inches from my face. She  starts pissing in my mouth. Then she stops as soon as I’m full of it.

“Swallow”. I obey. She starts pissing again.
“Come as I piss in your mouth”.
I swallow again. Some piss ends up in my eye. My contact lens hurt.
I come.

She pisses on my tits, belly, hand and pussy. I’m drenched and breathless.

“Go shower,” she says, pointing at the only door in the room. I get up from the floor. My head spins. I'm dripping piss.
The session is over.

As soon as I’m in the toilet, I see my face in the mirror. The face of someone that has now paid someone for a session, got fucked in the ass for the first time, licked another woman's feet and butthole, drank her piss and masturbated in front of her. I feel ashamed and very happy.

In the shower there are more than 10 bottles of different body soaps: all for men. My hair are slightly wet from her piss but I can’t wash them as it will take forty minutes to dry them. I will have to go to work with piss in my hair.

I leave the toilet covered with a towel. The mistress is sitting at her throne, back in her gym outfit.
“You can dress up now. How was it?”
I still taste the piss on my tongue.
“It was… amazing”.

“And now you are not an anal virgin anymore”
“Yes, and you are the one who took it away”.
I am naked again. I’m dressing up.
She has cleaned the mess made by her piss with paper towels. A scene I was not allowed to see, of course.

We talk a bit more as I get ready, then she walks upstairs. “Never walk in front of me. You always follow, clear?” she says as we approach the door.
I nod.
“Good girl”. She gives me her hand for me to kiss again.
She opens the door slightly for me to sleep out.
“Thank you mistress” I say, before going out in the midday sun. It’s hot. The door closes behind me

I walk in front of the mechanic next to her door and I see he takes a glimpse at me. Does he know? I'm back to real life: take the chain of my scooter wheel, put the helmet on (I still have piss in my hair!), fire up the engine, drive away.

Everything is very much normal; I stop at a traffic light. Cars line up behind and around me; they don't know. My ass was being fucked minutes ago. I still feel a little light headed. I feel I want to share my new found sexual accomplishment of the day and yet I can't.

The lights turn green, but I'm still daydreaming.

The guy behind honks, he wants me to move. I still taste piss in the back of my throat; I drive away with a smile.