The Strange Submissive Girl Took Me to Her Estate

That Friday morning I was dead. The hangover hammered behind my eyes, and the class seemed designed to torture anyone who had gone out the night before. The professor talked about articles, deadlines, and concepts that blurred together with the sour taste of alcohol still clinging to my throat.

I tried to pretend I was interested, but I could barely keep my eyelids open. I looked around for anything that might keep me awake, and then I found myself looking at her again. In the last row, quiet as always, sat Mara.

No one knew much about Mara. She came to class, got high grades, spoke only when necessary, and left without mixing with anyone. I had never seen her at a party, in the cafeteria, or even chatting in the hallways like everyone else did.

The strange thing was that, that morning, she didn’t look away when she caught me watching her. She had her folder closed on her lap, her hair tied up anyhow, and that clean, almost cold face, broken only by lips far too full for such a quiet woman. I must have looked terrible, because she raised an eyebrow and barely smiled.

A few minutes later she got up, walked past me, and dropped a pill wrapped in a piece of blister-pack foil onto my desk. She didn’t even stop.

—You’re going to need it —she murmured.

It was a painkiller. I took it without thinking twice. By the time I left class, the hammering in my head had already eased.

At noon I went to the library with my laptop and notes. I needed silence, and I needed to stop smelling like tequila from the inside out. I went into the bathroom, washed my face, and looked at myself in the mirror for a moment: dark circles, a day’s stubble, and the face of someone who had slept badly. A disaster.

When I came out, she was leaning against the wall, waiting for me.

—Feeling better, party boy?

—Much better. Thanks for earlier.

She nodded as if it were nothing important. Then she hugged the folder to her chest and got straight to the point.

—I want to propose something. The civil-law paper. I’m very good with the theory, but I write terribly. You write better than I do. If you want, you can come to my house tomorrow and we can finish it together.

Her proposal surprised me more than her tone. She never asked anyone for anything. Even so, I accepted. She gave me an address outside the city, and we arranged to meet the next morning.

On Saturday I drove for almost forty-five minutes to a huge estate surrounded by meadows. It wasn’t just a house: it was a large property, with fences, a vegetable garden, a barn at the back, and a dirt road that seemed to disappear among the trees. I switched off the engine and, for a second, the silence hit me harder than any city noise.

Mara opened the door wearing dark leggings, an old sweatshirt, and her hair held up with a pencil. Without makeup or any attempt at posing, she was still incredibly hot. Slim, pale, with small breasts that barely showed beneath the fabric and a way of looking at me that was already beginning to unsettle me.

—Come in. The coffee’s ready.

We worked in the kitchen for two hours. She was brilliant, quick, precise. I struggled to keep up with her. Between paragraphs I found myself watching her hands, her bare ankles, the way she bit her lip when she reread a sentence. I started seeing her differently—not as the strange girl from class, but as a woman who chose very carefully what she showed and what she kept hidden.

When we finished, she opened two beers to celebrate.

She bent down in front of the refrigerator, and then I saw it: she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the leggings. The fabric disappeared between her buttocks, outlining her round ass with obscene clarity. I felt my cock harden instantly and crossed my legs to hide it.

Mara sat back down across from me with a beer in her hand. She held my gaze a second too long. I knew she had noticed.

—I’ll show you around the estate afterward, if you want —she said—. You’ve spent the whole morning staring out the window.

We went outside while the sun was still gentle. We walked to an area of tall grass and an open fence leading into a meadow. Farther off, cows grazed peacefully. She took off her sandals and continued barefoot, as if that place belonged to her more than the clothes she wore.

—Do the same —she told me.

I took off my shoes and socks. The grass was cool. I took a couple of steps, feeling the damp ground beneath the soles of my feet, and when I raised my head she was right in front of me. She said nothing. She just kissed me.

It was a brief brush of the lips, barely a warning. She pulled away with half a smile.

—This is only just beginning.

It took me a second to react. She kept walking ahead of me, calm as ever, as if kissing me in the middle of a field were the most natural thing in the world. I followed her with my cock already hard inside my pants, still processing what was happening.

When we reached the livestock, she turned toward me and, without a word, took off her sweatshirt. Then she lowered her leggings. After that, the panties she hadn’t been wearing ceased to matter, because she stood completely naked in front of me.

She had a small, firm body, soft breasts with dark nipples hardened by the air, and a neat triangle of hair between her legs that hid nothing. She watched me lower my eyes to her pussy and then to the bulge in my crotch.

—Now you’re really looking at me.

She came closer and kissed me again, this time with her tongue, pushing it into my mouth until she had moistened it completely. I put a hand around her waist and felt her skin chilled by the air. She moaned softly, but not like a shy woman—like someone who was controlling the pace of everything.

She pulled away, took me by the wrist, and led me a few yards farther, where the grass was tall and no one could see us from the house. Then she knelt in front of me and opened my pants.

—I want to see whether you’re as obedient as you look.

She lowered my zipper, slipped a hand inside my boxers, and pulled out my already-stiff cock. She looked at it with a calmness that made me even hotter, as if she were evaluating a tool. Then she ran her tongue over the tip and drew a sharp gasp from me.

Her mouth was wet and firm. She didn’t suck quickly or anxiously, but slowly, savoring it, letting her tongue circle the head before taking more of me into her mouth. I stroked her hair, and she brushed my hand away with a gesture.

—I haven’t told you that you can touch me yet.

That, said on her knees with my cock in her mouth, drove me crazy. She kept sucking me more deeply, taking me almost to her throat, and every time her nose brushed my pubic bone I felt a pull in my stomach. When she realized I was getting close, she released my cock abruptly and stood up.

—Get undressed.

I obeyed without arguing. She backed away a few steps, completely naked beneath the sun, and watched me take off my clothes as if it were part of a test. When I finished, she came over and squeezed my cock firmly in her hand.

—Much better. Now we’re getting somewhere.

She pushed me down onto the grass and climbed on top of me without further warning. She guided my cock with one hand and sank down on it in a single motion, wet and hot, until she was seated on my pelvis. We both let out our breath at the same time.

Her pussy was soaked. She began moving on top of me slowly at first, letting me feel her inside, squeezing around me. I gripped her hips, and this time she didn’t correct me. She bounced with control, rising almost to the tip and coming back down until she swallowed me whole.

—That’s it —she panted—. Hold on, and don’t come yet.

I watched her breasts tremble with every bounce, small but hard, and I couldn’t resist: I lifted my head and sucked one nipple while she kept fucking me. She let out a deeper moan and began rolling her hips with my cock inside her, rubbing herself exactly where she must have felt it most.

—Fuck... like that.

I sat up enough to kiss her neck and then rolled her over with me without pulling out. I ended up on top. Mara spread her legs wider and welcomed me with a brief, expectant smile. I began thrusting into her for real.

I fucked her pussy hard, going deep, feeling her body open around me with every thrust. She dug her nails into my back and kissed me hungrily, pushing her tongue into my mouth while my cock pounded inside her at an increasingly rough pace. The wet sound of our fucking mingled with her moans.

—Harder —she asked in my ear—. Don’t treat me like I’m going to break.

I did as she said. I gripped her thighs and spread them wider. Every thrust drew a moan from her. Every time I went all the way in, her pussy squeezed me as if it wanted to milk me dry. I felt my orgasm rising far too quickly.

—I’m going to come.

—Inside.

That was enough. I came buried deep inside her, emptying into her in a convulsion that left me trembling on top of her. Mara wrapped her legs around me and kept rolling her hips to wring out every last drop, moaning against my mouth until she came too, squeezing me violently.

We lay there breathing on the grass for a few seconds, pressed together and sweaty. I thought that was where the madness ended. I was very wrong.

***

Afterward we went down to a pool beside the stream to wash ourselves a little. We swam naked, kissed, and for a while everything seemed strangely tender. She curled up against my chest when we got out of the water, and I began to think that this was just an unexpected adventure with a reserved, extremely horny girl.

I woke up with my cock hard inside a hot mouth.

Mara was between my legs, sucking me slowly while looking up at me. One of her hands caressed my balls. I soon felt the other farther back, lubricating me with saliva and pushing a finger into my ass.

I tensed instantly.

—Shhh. Relax —she murmured without letting go of my cock—. You’ll like it.

Her finger went deeper, slowly, searching and massaging inside with a patience that disarmed me. Her blowjob didn’t stop for even a second. She kept taking me in and letting me out, wet and steady, while her finger loosened me. When she found that spot inside me, my pelvis moved on its own.

She smiled. She inserted a second finger. It hurt a little, but the pleasure covered everything. I felt the pressure in my ass and her mouth on my cock at the same time, and the combination left me dizzy. She began jerking me off when she stopped sucking, keeping her fingers inside me and rubbing that spot again.

The orgasm hit me so hard I nearly arched my entire body. I came across my stomach and her hand, panting like an idiot. She gathered some of the semen with her fingers and brought it to her mouth without taking her eyes off me. Then she kissed me and let me taste my own flavor on her tongue.

—It suits you better than I imagined —she whispered.

—You’re crazy.

—And you’re still here.

I didn’t know what to say. The truth was exactly that: I was still there, aroused, with no desire to run. She took my hand and we went back to the house. We picked our clothes up off the floor, showered separately, and when I finished and came into the living room with a towel around my waist, I found her waiting for me on the sofa.

She wasn’t the same woman I had seen in the field.

Now she wore knee-high black boots, dark stockings, a leather corset that lifted her breasts, and a simple mask covering part of her face. In one hand she held a riding crop. In the other, a pair of leather cuffs joined by a short bar.

I stood still. She rose slowly.

—If you leave now, I won’t come looking for you again —she said—. If you stay, you obey.

A sharp shiver ran through my entire body. Not from fear—or not only fear. Desire too.

—I’m staying.

She came closer and put the cuffs on me. She tightened the leather around my wrists, tugged the bar to make sure I couldn’t slip free, and smiled with satisfaction.

—Good. Stand up.

I followed her upstairs completely naked except for the cuffs. Her bedroom had a large bed, ordinary furniture, and a ring with a rope attached to it in the ceiling. She clipped the bar to the carabiner and pulled until my arms were raised overhead, stretched out and unable to drop.

I tested the tension. I couldn’t free myself.

She made a full circle around me, watching me as if I already belonged to her. Then, without warning, the riding crop struck my buttocks.

I cried out.

—First rule —she said calmly—: you answer the way I want. Second: don’t look away when I speak to you. Third: if I tell you to spread your legs, you spread them. If I tell you to come, you come. If I don’t give you permission, you hold it.

Another stroke, this time across my thighs. It really burned.

—Understood?

—Yes.

She hit me again.

—Yes, mistress.

The word came out on its own. I saw her nipples stiffen beneath the leather.

—Much better.

She whipped me several more times, alternating between my ass, thighs, and back, without ever losing control. It hurt, but not like blind punishment; it hurt just enough to leave me trembling, with my cock hard again. She enjoyed watching my reaction, my effort to keep still, the thread of saliva escaping as I bit my lip.

She knelt in front of me and sucked my cock while I remained hanging. That combination blew my mind: the sting of the blows, her mouth swallowing me, and my inability to touch her. She emptied me from the inside out.

—Don’t come —she ordered, pulling away just in time.

She left me panting, my cock throbbing. Then she moved behind me, spread my buttocks, and slowly ran her tongue over my ass. I moaned helplessly.

—You like it more than you thought you would.

She used cold lubricant and inserted one finger. Then two. She worked my ass patiently, opening me, making me breathe, giving me little slaps with her free hand whenever I tensed too much. I no longer knew whether I wanted to escape or push myself harder against her hand.

—Say what you want.

—I want... you to fuck me.

She bit one of my buttocks hard.

—The way you ask your mistress.

—Fuck me, mistress.

This time she rewarded me. I heard the sound of the harness before I felt it. The tip of the well-lubricated dildo pressed against my entrance. I went rigid. She caressed my reddened back with one hand while pressing with the other.

—Breathe. I’m going to open you slowly.

The first stretch entered with pressure and burning. I groaned, gritting my teeth. She didn’t stop, but she didn’t force it all in at once either. She waited for my ass to yield, then pushed a little farther, and a little farther, until she had taken it all the way inside me.

—That’s it. Look at yourself —she said, turning my head toward the wardrobe mirror.

I saw myself naked, hanging by my wrists, my back marked, and her behind me, beautiful and cruel, calmly burying a rubber cock in me. The sight aroused me more than I wanted to admit.

She began to move. Slowly at first. She withdrew almost completely and then went back in. Every thrust brushed that spot inside me she had discovered by the river. My cock dripped without anyone touching it.

—Look at that slutty face of yours —she whispered in my ear—. I’m fucking your ass, and you’re loving it.

The pace gradually increased. The wet sound of the lubricant mingled with my panting and the slap of the harness against her pubic bone. She grabbed my hips and began fucking me harder, using her whole body, making me swing from the ring.

—Mistress... —escaped me.

—That’s how I like it.

She let go of my hips with one hand to grab my cock and jerk me off while she penetrated me. That was where I lost what little pride I had left. I moaned openly, my mouth hanging open, while she fucked me from behind and milked me from the front.

—Don’t come yet.

She slowed only to torture me, leaving me on the edge. Then she drove into me with a harder thrust than the ones before and bit my shoulder. That was enough. My entire body tensed.

—Now —she ordered.

I came with a hoarse groan, spurting onto the floor while the dildo continued sliding in and out of my ass. She didn’t stop until she had wrung the last spasms from my orgasm. When she finished, she rested her forehead against my back and breathed with me for a few seconds.

Then she released me from the ring, led me to the bed, and left me lying on my back. I thought she was finished with me, but she settled between my legs and licked the semen from my stomach with obscene slowness, as if she enjoyed watching me get hard again despite my exhaustion.

—You’re a quick learner —she said.

—And you enjoy teaching far too much.

She laughed, finally without the mask in her voice. She took off the corset, stockings, and mask, standing naked again. She climbed onto the bed and sat on my face.

—Prove you deserve to sleep here.

I opened her pussy with my tongue. She was still wet and hot, with a strong taste of arousal that lit me up again. I sucked her clitoris, pushed my tongue as deeply as I could, and felt her tremble above me. Mara held on to the headboard and began rubbing herself against my mouth without any delicacy.

—Don’t stop. Like that... fuck, like that.

I inserted two fingers and moved them inside her while I sucked her. She came on my face with a long moan, soaking my mouth and chin. She lowered herself completely onto me for a few seconds, crushing me, and then collapsed beside me, panting.

We looked at each other in silence. She no longer looked like a dominatrix, or a weirdo, or an untouchable student. She looked like a satisfied woman, still aroused, with swollen lips and shining eyes.

—I didn’t want just a fuck —she said after a moment—. I wanted someone capable of stepping into this with me without pretending to be brave or running away. Today you could have left ten times.

I caressed her waist. My back still burned and my ass throbbed, but I was still hard.

—And yet here I am.

She kissed me slowly, without orders or power games. A clean, almost tender kiss.

—Then stay tonight.

—If you let me touch you when you’re not giving me instructions, I’ll stay.

She smiled crookedly.

—Sometimes you’ll be obedient. Sometimes you won’t. We’ll see.

I rolled her beneath me and spread her legs. This time there were no tests, no punishment, no waiting. I entered her slowly, feeling her wet pussy receive me again, and she wrapped her legs around me. I fucked her with a tired but deep rhythm, kiss by kiss, as if we needed to come down after all the intensity.

Mara stroked my back carefully, brushing the marks, moaning softly whenever I buried my entire cock inside her. When she felt me harden completely again, she held my face between her hands.

—Inside me again.

I obeyed gladly. I came for the second time that night, buried in her pussy, and she followed with another long, wet convulsion that left me empty. Afterward we stayed wrapped in each other, naked and sweaty beneath the sheets.

Before we fell asleep, she spoke against my chest.

—On Monday, in class, don’t look at me as if you’re going to give yourself away.

—How do you want me to look at you?

She bit me gently.

—As if you know a secret.

That’s what I did. On Monday we sat together for the first time. No one understood why the most reserved girl in the class had arrived holding hands with the guy who always seemed to be partying. I wouldn’t have understood it myself a few days earlier.

But from that morning on, I knew one thing: beneath that quiet appearance, Mara had been looking for someone willing to surrender a little. And without knowing it, I had been looking for someone who knew exactly how to take control.