<p>The Adventures of Mistress Becca is a chance for me to explore the pleasures of digging into my dominant side by dominating you, the reader, in a first person story. I plan to publish at least one adventure a week, so come back often!</p><p><img data-media-id="54392974" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Can you please let me go,” you said. “This isn’t what I meant.”</p><p>I smiled in the room next door and zipped up the red and white latex nurse dress I’d just stepped into. I adjusted my white fishnet stockings with little red bows at the top and picked up the red and white hat that went with my dress and placed it on my head.</p><p>I looked in the mirror to make sure everything was in its place and then stepped into the black high heels I’d chosen for the outfit and grabbed the pair of black nitrile gloves from the counter.</p><p>“I thought you said you had a naughty nurse fantasy?” I asked in a sultry, playful voice as I stepped out of the bathroom.</p><p>“Yes, that’s what I said, but this is not what I meant,” you explained as you struggled against the cuffs that I’d hooked to a chain that hung from the ceiling.</p><p>“Oh, well you should have been clearer in your message,” I said as I slowly pulled the black glove onto my right hand, making sure to let it snap against my wrist before moving to my left hand. “If you had, you might not have ended up in bondage. You might not have ended up completely at my mercy.”</p><p>I walked closer and smiled at the fear in your eyes. You were truly worried I was going to do something terrible.</p><p>“You don’t have to worry,” I said. “This won’t hurt.” I paused for a moment and reconsidered. “Well, it won’t hurt much.” I paused again. “Well, it won’t do permanent damage. I suppose the volume of pain will depend entirely on your ability to relax.”</p><p>“Please, Becca, I’m not sure what you have planned, but I’d really rather you just unlocked these handcuffs so I could go home,” you said.</p><p>“Tell me, what did you mean when you said you had a naughty nurse fantasy? In that fantasy of yours, what would have happened tonight?” I asked.</p><p>“What?” you said. “Why does that matter? It’s not like it’s going to happen, right? You’re clearly not interested in whatever I wanted.”</p><p>I stepped in front of you and stood with my hands on my hips. “That’s where you’re wrong,” I said. “I’m deeply interested in what you wanted.”</p><p>I stood there without saying a word as I watched your resistance melt away. You seemed to figure out that I wasn’t letting you go without getting what I wanted.</p><p>“Slutty nurse,” you said.</p><p>“What?”</p><p>“Slutty nurse. That was my fantasy. A slutty nurse. I know I said naughty nurse, but I said that because I thought it would be more likely to interest you,” you explained.</p><p>“Ahh, I see,” I said as I stepped closer. “You thought being a naughty nurse would be empowering? That it would make me feel like I was participating in some way? You thought I might find the idea of being a naughty nurse empowering?”</p><p>You nodded and then looked away, like you were too ashamed to hold my gaze.</p><p>“But you really just wanted me to put on a slutty nurse costume and spread my legs so you could use my pussy to masturbate, right?” I asked.</p><p>“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way,” you said, “but I suppose that’s true.”</p><p>I reached out and wrapped my gloved fingers around your cock, which had shrunk to a rather small size, most likely because of the fear coursing through you. I stepped close enough that you could feel the latex covering my breasts against your chest and stroked your cock.</p><p>“Does that feel good?” I asked as I felt your cock grow in my hand.</p><p>“It does,” you said in a soft voice.</p><p>I stepped back and looked down at your now-erect cock. I smiled at its rather diminutive size.</p><p>“I want you to be honest. Does your cock ever make a woman cum?” I asked.</p><p>“What?” you said, though it seemed to be from a genuine sense of shock.</p><p>“Your cock,” I repeated. “It’s small. It’s below average at the very least, but I’d say it’s small. So, the question stands. Does your cock ever make a woman cum? Have you ever given a woman the kind of orgasm every woman craves?”</p><p>You’d grown stiffer in my hand at that point. I had you where I wanted you.</p><p>“I don’t know,” you said.</p><p>I lifted your chin and made you look into my eyes. “I don’t believe you,” I said, “and I don’t want to have to punish you for lying to me. That’s not the kind of punishment you’re going to like, I promise.”</p><p>I grabbed your balls and pulled down. I watched you wince as the pain spread through your pelvis. I smiled.</p><p>“Have you ever given a woman a great orgasm? Has this cock of yours ever given a beautiful, body-shaking orgasm?” I asked.</p><p>“No,” you answered. It looked for a moment like you were going to cry, but it passed.</p><p>“Doesn’t that feel good?” I said. “Isn’t it nice to admit your shortcomings in front of a woman?”</p><p>You nodded.</p><p>“Good,” I said as I released your cock and stepped back. “And thank you for being honest with me. I appreciate it.”</p><p>I walked back to the bathroom and picked up the bottle of lubrication I’d left on the counter. I returned and that beautiful look of fear ran across your face once more.</p><p>“Now we’re to the part that might hurt a little,” I said. “But I promise it won’t do any long term damage, and you might find that this little session of ours is going to set you free.”</p><p>“Please,” you said. “I don’t know what you’re planning on doing, but you don’t have to do it. You don’t have to do anything.”</p><p>“I know I don’t have to,” I said. “This is not about what I have to do. This is about what I want to do. This is about doing what turns me on, which is something I think you can understand. After all, your little fantasy was all about what turns you on. It was about dressing me up as a sex doll, really. Now I’m going to use you for my pleasure. Now you’re going to discover what that feels like.”</p><p>I stepped behind you and popped open the bottle of lube as you tried to look back and see what I was doing.</p><p>I squirted a generous helping of the lube onto two fingers and closed the bottle before tossing it onto my bed.</p><p>“You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?” I asked. “I didn’t put these gloves on to complete the outfit.”</p><p>I used my two un-lubed fingers to spread your ass cheeks and gently rubbed the lubrication over your asshole.</p><p>“Nurses often give anal exams,” I said. “So that’s how our little encounter is going to begin.”</p><p>I pressed against your asshole with my index finger and slipped inside as you groaned. I knew it wasn’t painful. I’d used more than enough lube to ensure it wouldn’t hurt.</p><p>“How does that feel?” I asked. “And be honest.”</p><p>You groaned as I pushed deeper inside you. “It’s…I don’t know, it’s not bad.”</p><p>“You can say it feels good,” I said. “It’s supposed to feel good. Lots of men love anal penetration. They love a finger in the ass. They love two fingers in the ass. They love a nice big cock in the ass.”</p><p>I began to slide my lubed finger in and out of your asshole. I listened to you moan.</p><p>“Fuck, it feels good,” you admitted, though it sounded difficult for you.</p><p>“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I said. “Now, are you ready for a second finger?”</p><p>“Yes,” you said.</p><p>“I want you to make me believe it. I want you to beg me to fuck your ass with a second finger. I want you to say, ‘Please fuck me with two fingers, Nurse Becca.’ Can you do that for me?”</p><p>Your moans had turned decidedly sexual and I amped up the pleasure by wrapping my other hand around your cock and working you from both ends.</p><p>“Please fuck me with two fingers, Nurse Becca,” you said.</p><p>“What a good boy you are,” I said as I slipped a second finger in your asshole and began to fuck you.</p><p>Both my fingers pushed deep into your asshole and the lube made a delightfully squishy sound every time I penetrated you.</p><p>“Do you want me to fuck you faster?” I asked as I continued to stroke your cock.</p><p>“Yes, Nurse Becca. I want you to fuck me faster,” you said.</p><p>“Good boy,” I replied as I fucked your ass faster. “This feels good, doesn’t it?”</p><p>“Yes,” you replied, this time immediately. Your breathing had grown heavier and I could feel your cock throbbing in my hand.</p><p>“Do you want a third finger?” I asked. “Do you want me to stretch that tight little asshole of yours just a little bit wider?”</p><p>You hesitated. You were nervous it would hurt. You were nervous it would go from pleasurable to painful.</p><p>“Yes, Nurse Becca,” you said. “Give me more. Fuck me with three fingers.”</p><p>I pulled my fingers out, released your cock, and grabbed the bottle of lube. I squirted it all over my hand and spread your ass cheeks once more. I slipped three fingers inside you and smiled as your asshole opened up with ease for me.</p><p>“You’re getting nice and loose now,” I said as I began to fuck your formerly tight asshole with three fingers. “You’re loosening up like a good little slut.”</p><p>You groaned in response. I smiled. I wasn’t stroking your cock. Your pleasure was coming from the beautiful stimulation of your asshole and the way my fingers would tickle your prostate as I filled you over and over.</p><p>“Tell me you like getting ass fucked,” I said.</p><p>“I like getting ass fucked, Nurse Becca,” you answered.</p><p>The slippery sounds of my lubed-up fingers filling your asshole reverberated throughout the room. They were joined by your moans and the joyful noises I emitted.</p><p>I buried my fingers inside you and pressed my body against yours. “I’m wet,” I said. “I’m soaking wet, in fact. Do you like that? Do you like that you being an anal whore makes me wet?”</p><p>“Yes, Nurse Becca,” you said. “I love that.”</p><p>“Do you want a fourth finger?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, please, Nurse Becca, fuck me with four fingers. Make me your four finger anal whore. Please,” you begged.</p><p>I smiled and slipped my pinky into your asshole. “That’s four,” I said.</p><p>You groaned as I began to fuck you with all four fingers. You groaned as I stretched out your asshole. You groaned as I began to fuck you faster and deeper as you stretched out around me. You groaned as the slippery, squishy sounds of beautiful ass fucking filled my bedroom.</p><p>I pushed two fingers into my pussy and pulled them out to hold in front of your face. “Look at how wet you’re making me,” I said.</p><p>The fingers of the black nitrile gloves were shiny with my juices. You stared and when I pressed my fingers against your lips you opened up and sucked on them. I penetrated you from both ends. I made you my whore.</p><p>“Do you want five fingers?” I asked. “Do you want me to fist fuck your whore ass?”</p><p>You hesitated. You knew that taking a fisting was quite a lot more than four fingers. I stopped fucking you. I pulled my fingers out.</p><p>“No, please,” you said. “Put them back inside me. It feels so good and I’m so close to cumming.”</p><p>“You mean you’re close to having an anal orgasm?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” you said.</p><p>“That would make you a true anal whore,” I replied. “Is that what you want? Do you want to be Nurse Becca’s anal whore?”</p><p>“Yes!” you said.</p><p>I pushed three fingers into my pussy and then shoved them in your mouth. You sucked on them as I worked all five fingers into your asshole. It took some doing, but I was still plenty lubed and eventually you opened up.</p><p>Getting the thickest area – the part just an inch before the wrist – into your asshole was the hardest part. Once it popped in you moaned around the fingers still fucking your mouth. I let my fingers dance a little inside your rectum and then slowly pulled them out. I stretched your asshole out wide.</p><p>I pulled my fingers from your mouth and said, “Tell me you’re an anal whore.”</p><p>“I’m an anal whore, Nurse Becca,” you replied.</p><p>“Good boy,” I said as I worked my fingers back into your pussy and began to fist you in earnest.</p><p>I found a good pace and worked your asshole like you really were a whore. I did so because it turned me on. I did so because I wanted you to experience what it was like to be used like a whore.</p><p>As it turned out, you loved it. I worked your asshole and your prostate and it wasn’t long before you were cumming all over my hardwood floors.</p><p>I pulled my fist out after you’d spilled the last of your seed, pulled off the slimy glove, and tossed it aside.</p><p>“Did you enjoy that?” I asked as I stepped in front of you.</p><p>“Yes, Nurse Becca,” you said between heavy breaths.</p><p>I knelt in front of you and ran my fingers through the puddle of cum on my floor. I stood up and held them a few inches from your lips. You opened up like a good boy and I inserted my cum-covered fingers into your mouth.</p><p>“I’m going to release you,” I said as you sucked on my fingers. “When I do, I expect you to get on your knees and lick your cum off the floor. When you’re done cleaning up your mess, I expect you to put your clothes on and leave. Do you understand?”</p><p>You nodded. I pulled my fingers from your mouth, retrieved the keys to the cuffs that held your hands over your head, and released you.</p><p>You dropped to the floor immediately and began licking up your cum like a disgusting whore. I watched and laughed but you didn’t slow down.</p><p>“Can I see you again?” you asked after you’ve polished the floor with your tongue.</p><p>“I have you information. I’ll get in touch if I want to see you. I wouldn’t count on it though. Now get out,” I said.</p><p>You nodded, put your clothes on, and left.</p>