Free Fifty Shades of Domination - My True Story by Mistress Miranda

finished as well and I could hear Jennifer giggling and muttering with her man. It didn’t seem at all unnatural when one of the guys suddenly suggested, ‘Let’s swap.’ Clearly having planned the move all along, the two men quickly changed beds and partners and I found myself now kissing the friend who had always been intended for me from the start. He was a nice enough looking guy as well and accepting him was presumably part of the deal. I did not raise any objection the second time around, even though the sex was now a distinctly painful activity which I just hoped would be over as rapidly as it had been with Ron. One quick condom application later, a few more uncomfortable thrusts, and my daily double of losing my virginity to two men in the same afternoon was complete.
The same cannot be said of my poor friend Jennifer. I knew that she really liked Ron but he was clearly having problems. Jennifer was disappointed that Ron could not get erect enough to have sex with her as well. ‘She’s killed my dick… she’s killed my dick,’ he kept saying, presumably needing to use my virginal tightness as an excuse for his own erectile problems with Jennifer.
Despite her disappointment in not arousing Ron enough to perform his manly duties, Jennifer was delighted to have lost her virginity. The footballers’ cliché ‘over the moon’ best describes her mood as we continued our interrupted walk home. ‘We’re women now,’ she said several times. Jennifer asked me how I was feeling. ‘Sore,’ I replied, ‘and worried we’re not going to get home in time for our 7.30pm curfew; and then I’m in trouble with my mum.’ After what had happened that afternoon, my need to get home at the time my grandparentshad demanded perhaps illustrates the pointlessness of such parental restrictions. The truth is, however, that I was undoubtedly a little shell-shocked by what had happened. I hadn’t had the slightest inkling when I agreed to meet the guys that such a thing was going to happen that day. Now that it had happened I think I was emotionally a little numb. I certainly was not physically numb because I remember sitting at school the next day and being worried that I was still so very uncomfortable between my legs. It had not been a nice experience, nothing like as pleasurable as I had imagined and I wasn’t overly anxious to try it again.
Even so, and to my shame, it wasn’t long before my still-tender vagina was called into action again. Just three days later, on a Saturday, Jennifer was chasing a boy far nearer to our own age and I was drafted in as usual to make up a double date with his friend. Once again, however, the plan went slightly awry because I ended up with Trevor, Jennifer’s original target and she started dating his friend Mark. With the cast list sorted to my satisfaction we spent the afternoon wandering around the shops and a local park with the boys on the look-out for somewhere to take us a little more intimate than the town centre. Eventually the guys resorted to drastic measures. They broke into a disused water tower and led us upstairs to a room that although mostly bare concrete and industrial pipes was at least warm and dry. Judging by the debris scattered around, others must have been dossing there in the recent past and probably using drugs. Unlike the first occasion with Ron, I now knew what was likely to happen and the naughtiness of these new, different surroundings made me excited in a way I certainly had not been before.
Trevor and I ended up having sex while Jennifer had her evil way with Mark on the other side of the room. The game was nothing like as painful as it had been a few days earlier; I think my body had sort of recovered from that agony, but again to me it wasn’t really an enjoyable experience. Not as traumatic as the first time but I kind of felt that it was one of those things that guys want to do and that therefore I needed to get it out of the way as soon as possible