About Sappho’s Initiation: The Sappho Trilogy, Book One by Jonathan Biernot
“She faced the bed; raised her skirt at the front above her knees; lifted one knee onto the mattress before placing the other alongside. Then, she hauled up the back of her skirt, rucked it up around her waist to expose her backside, before spreading her knees and leaning forward on her palms, holding her head high, concaving her spine and pushing-out her breasts like the prow of a boat. Finally, she gave the coup-de-grace: Sappho, knowing full-well what to expect, uttered the words; “I’m ready, Sir!”
A story of how a chance encounter changes the life of a beautiful, and very vanilla young housewife, as she begins to seek out things that, at one time, would have appalled her. The unsuspecting Sappho is initiated as a submissive and encouraged from one experience to another until she’s finally addicted to cock. Never once does Sappho say, ‘No’! Never once does she hesitate and, soon, a new destiny emerges when she becomes a magnet for powerful men. Includes anal, oral, M-F-M, group, black-on-white, M-M-F-M-M, gang bang, whipping, prostitution, D/s, dildo, deep throat, double-penetration, triple-penetration, bukaki, spit-roasting, depilation, trafficking, initiation, bondage, leather, collaring.
Settling in and The start of Sappho’s Initiation
“You can go in if you want!”
Sappho was on all fours on the edge of the bed; her knees were about twenty inches apart and her legs were clad in black hold-ups; she was still wearing her high-heeled shoes. The micro-dress she’d been asked to wear was up around her waist and drawn down from the top; her breasts were swaying.
She’d been encouraged to depilate and arrive without underwear; Sappho’d obliged and seemed proud. Her backside was high and her spine was arched downwards; this pushed out her tits like a double bow-sprit and raised her shoulders and head so she was able to throw back her long, heavy auburn hair and gaze into the distance.
As it happened, I was already in: but she wanted me in her ass; the place I was kneading between my thumbs and about which we’d spoken.
“I’ll go in when you’re ready.”
“OK,” came her reply.
This was our first intimate encounter and she was wet and tight yet it was one of the most passionate experiences I’d known. Afterwards, the pressure of our kissing had reddened our lips and, as she stepped away, the semen flooding her pussy slipped out from her channel and fell onto the carpet.
“I like that!” she said, pointing to the globule and smiling…
Later, I suggested it was time for her initiation. Her asshole was virgin and it needed to be eased and lubricated: so, I tendered her; first, by stroking it to acclimatise the area to touch; then by poking my tongue into her brown starfish by way of reassurance; then by daubing some lubricant around her pore before working her sphincter with a finger, then a couple of fingers, until her muscles relaxed and she felt ready.
Her eyes watched me carefully when, as a courtesy, I put on a condom, explaining that squirting semen into her back passage wasn’t a good idea, and my entry began with a slow movement forward. As the progress continued the expression on her face changed from one of wonder and expectation to one of trepidation until she said, “Oh, should we try this again tomorrow?”
I knew if we stopped we’d never go back, so I said, gently, “Let’s carry on, shall we?” and, at that, Sappho relaxed: all the tension left her body and she lolled like a rag doll. This dissolved all resistance and opened her body to deeper, easier penetration but I continued to take it slowly…when after a good twenty minutes, I reached the top and my belly pressed against her pussy.
“We’re there!” I breathed.
“Yes, I know,” she replied, “and it feels good. I never knew it could go in so far but I like it!” …
Then: “Thank you; you’re my Master now: I’m your Sappho and I love you!”