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The Journey of a New sub. Part 5.
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Sep 7, 2010 3:41 am
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As Sir walked back into the room I smiled up at him. He didn’t return my smile, but instead stopped by the bedside table and sipped on his champagne. He quietly studied me, and I lowered my eyes. The intensity of his gaze made me embarrassed and also made me apprehensive regarding what he had planned for me next.
After what seemed to be an interminable moment, he placed his champagne flute back on the table and unzipped the fly of his pants. I was pleasantly surprised by how hard his cock was, despite the fact that nothing sexual had passed between us since he walked back into the room. I love knowing that I have a guy hard, it makes me feel satisfied that whatever I am doing to him is turning him on. And I really, really enjoy going down on a nice cock. It turns me on watching a man’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he revels in the sensations. At that moment in time all I could focus on was how much I wanted to please my Master and show him what a good little girl I could be as I sucked his cock. I was still attached to the post of the bed, but I wiggled around so I could be closer to him. Sir slowly took the three steps towards me so that his upright cock was just inches from my face.
‘May I, Sir?’ I looked up at him from my kneeling position at his feet and gave him a small smile.
‘You may, bitch,’ As soon as those words left his mouth I looked down and focused my full attention on his cock. The first thing I did was to teasingly flick my tongue back and forth over the very tip of his dick, and then I slowly licked the sensitive underside of his head. For a short time I alternated between the two, I wanted to tease Sir and I knew that if I prolonged his anticipation enough there would be a time when he would get so frustrated he would begin to fuck my mouth.
I looked up at Sir and licked my lips, for the first time I slid my mouth around the head of his cock and gently sucked as I withdrew my lips back over his head. I heard Sir moan, so I repeated the action, each time making sure I took more of his shaft into my mouth. Every action was done slowly, and I made sure I left plenty of saliva on his cock. I wanted my hands free so I could play with his balls as I sucked his cock.
‘Sir, may I ask you to undo my hands, so I can play with you more?’ As he leant slightly forward to unclip my hands I slid my mouth towards the base of his penis and let his cock touch the back of my throat for the first time. I let it slide just a little bit deeper and gagged around the head of his shaft. I heard Sir let out a low moan as he stood upright again and my hands were freed. I instantly cupped his balls in my right hand, wrapped my left hand around his shaft and set to teasing his head again with my lips and my tongue. After I had gagged on his cock my saliva was thicker and created the perfect lubricant for a wet and slippery hand job. I began to stroke his rod as I simultaneously massaged his sack and sucked on the very sensitive tip of his cock. It was then that I tasted the first of Sir’s precum. I kept this technique up for a few minutes, varying my rhythm to keep Sir very interested in what I was doing.
I like deep throating. I like feeling my throat clench around a cock when it is shoved deep into my mouth. Whilst I was using my hands and mouth on Sir I would occasionally slide my mouth all of the way down so my lips brushed his pubic hair, and let his cock slide down into my throat. As I heard Sir’s moans increase in frequency I began to spend more time with his shaft deep in my mouth. It was bringing involuntary tears to my eyes, but I knew he was enjoying it, so I continued. I felt him moving my hair away from my face and holding it behind my head, at the nape of my neck. I knew what was coming as I felt his right hand firmly push my head down onto his dick. I quickly snatched a breath as I felt his hips thrust forward for the first time. He roughly shoved his cock past my gag reflex and I felt my nose pressed to his stomach. He wrenched my hair back and my mouth slid off his cock, leaving a silvery trail of saliva which quickly disappeared as my mouth swallowed his shaft again. This time he left his cock deep in me for longer, it felt like eternity to me, I couldn’t breathe, and I was desperately fighting my gag reflex. The only physical reaction I had left to me was swallowing. Every time I swallowed, the inside of my throat clasped the head of his cock and massaged it causing a low groan to escape from Sir’s lips. I felt like I was running out of air and began to resist his vice-like grip. After a short struggle he released the pressure on the nape of my neck, instantly his cock slid out of my mouth and I was momentarily left gasping for air. My gasping was quickly stifled as Sir continued to plunge in and out of my mouth, this time not hitting the back of my throat, but making me work hard to suck him and run my tongue over his head as he quickly, but roughly fucked my mouth. This pattern of slow deep throating and hard fucking my mouth continued until I thought that Sir must be close to cumming, but he abruptly stopped and shoved me away from his cock.
‘That will do for now bitch. Get on the bed and lie on your back,’ I scurried up onto the bed, rushing to comply. Simultaneously Sir grabbed something from the toy bag and came to kneel beside my head. Suddenly everything went dark as the black leather blindfold covered my eyes.
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The Journey of a New sub. Part 4.
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Sep 7, 2010 3:35 am
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I felt the mattress shift underneath me as Sir knelt on the bed and used my leash to gently pull me upright onto my knees. My eyes remained clenched shut, but I couldn’t control my involuntary whimpers. My blonde hair hung loose around my face obscuring most of my features from his view. My ass cheek was stinging more than I could have ever imagined and it felt like every other nerve in my body was hypersensitive. I felt his warm breath on the side of my neck as he moved my hair away and felt his lips graze my ear ‘Does my little bitch want more? Your ass has turned a lovely shade of pink,’ The sound of his voice so quiet and close to my ear was reassuring and yet his words spoke volumes about the control he already had over me. I liked him calling me a slut and a bitch; what I would normally take as an insult seemed so apt coming from his mouth. ‘So do you want some more?’ I could hardly string a sentence together, my brain was solely occupied with the overwhelming sensations radiating from the rest of my body. So I just shook my head as my hair fell back over my face.
‘Disrespect again I see. You have just given me the answer I need.’ He let my leash go and I fell forward onto my hands and knees. Thus providing him with a perfect angle for him to whip my ass again. I knew exactly how I had disrespected him. I hadn’t spoken when spoken to, and I hadn’t addressed him as Sir. The sensible and obedient side of me couldn’t believe how arrogant I was being, but the confident and kinky demon inside me wanted to explore my pain threshold a little further. All of these thoughts travelled through my mind in the few seconds it took for Sir to raise the whip and place another mind blowing lash across my other buttock. This time I crumpled to the mattress. I felt a torrent of pain wash through my body and my breathing was instantly ragged. I began to beg.
‘Please, Sir. Please, please, please. I’m sorry, Sir. Please, Sir.’ Sir let me continue in that fashion for a few moments enjoying hearing me beg for the first time. He then placed his hands firmly on either side of my hips and pulled me up so I was on my knees again, with my ass and pussy readily accessible for him. I took a few deep breaths and attempted to compose myself in preparation for more lashes with the whip. However, I was pleasantly surprised as I felt his fingers hook into the piece of leather nestled between my pink cheeks and moved it to the side. I was wet and I wanted him to finger fuck me. I moved my legs further apart to open my pussy up for him. I felt him gently run his finger up and down my folds a few times, smearing my sticky juice up and down my pussy. I arched my back and thrust my pink bits at him. He began to softly trace small circles around my fuck hole, teasing me and making me very aware of the fact I hadn’t been penetrated by him. I felt a gradual increase in pressure on my pussy and felt his finger slip inside me for the first time. I was warm and tight around his finger, and he began to stroke in and out of me, hard and fast. I moved back towards him trying to meet the thrusts of his finger so I could feel him deeper inside me. Just as I began to work myself into a rhythm Sir abruptly stopped. I turned around to ask Sir to continue, but instead I watched him as he licked his finger, to taste the juices from my punani. I was enjoying the way Sir alternated episodes of pain with pleasure. It allowed my body to tolerate more pain and kept the edge on my desire to cum.
He jerked on my leash and pulled me around. When I was facing him, I sat back on my haunches with my hands clasped in my lap. I coyly looked up at Sir and caught the small hint of a smile on his face. I looked back down at my lap and couldn’t help my own feeling of pride and self-satisfaction. Just a small smile from my new Sir meant a lot; I had been very worried that I wouldn’t live up to his expectations and disappoint him. A few moments later I felt him run his index finger along my jaw bone and tilt my chin up to look at him. He planted a soft kiss on my lips.
‘I need a cigarette,’ Sir said as he pulled away from the kiss. I pouted, I didn’t want him to leave me when he had me so worked up. ‘I want you to sit on the floor, right here,’ and he pointed to the foot of the bed right by one of the four wooden posts. I promptly slid off the bed and resumed my kneeling position, right on the spot he had pointed to. Sir firmly grabbed both of my wrists, wrapped them around the pole and clipped them together. ‘I know you can physically undo the clip, but I also know that you don’t want to,’ With that he turned around and walked out of the hotel room.
I should probably mention at this point that I’m a person who suffers claustrophobia, so sometimes bondage can panic me totally; however, that doesn’t stop it me from enjoying it most of the time. BUT as a safety rule whenever I play with ropes there is always a pair of sharp scissors on the bedside table. Sir knew this, and sure enough the scissors were already on the bedside table. By leaving me attached to the bed post he had let me know he was firmly in control of the situation, but had given me an escape route if I needed it. A simple gesture, but it made me realise that he respected my boundaries as a new sub.
I sat there for a few moments, pondering my current situation. Alone, almost naked, arms wrapped around a post of the most amazing four poster bed. And I should mention incredibly wet and horny. I couldn’t wait for Sir to come back, I just lay there with my head resting on the corner of the mattress watching the doorway for his return. Sir had been right, while I knew I could undo the cuffs, there wasn’t a single part of me that even contemplated doing that.
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The Journey of a New sub. Part 3
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Sep 2, 2010 6:51 am
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Sir shocked me out of my reverie by pulling on my chain again. I quickly replaced my champagne flute onto the table and began to stand up. ‘No slut, on your knees and crawl,’ he pulled me to the hallway where there was a full length mirror. ‘Stand up. Look at yourself in the mirror,’ he stood behind me and placed his hands on my hips. ‘Look at yourself, in your leather bra and underwear, with your matching leather collar and cuffs. You look just beautiful. And you are all mine tonight,’ He was right. I did feel sexy. My long blonde hair was slightly tousled and fell over my shoulders, falling just short of covering my nipples. The black leather highlighted my fair skin and the leather studded bra gave my breasts a wonderful shape. Whilst I was standing there Sir slid his hand down the front of my g-string and began to gently rub my clit. I closed my eyes, revelling in the tingling feeling as it spread throughout my body. I arched my back and felt my ass cheeks brush across the front of his pants, I quickly noticed the erection between his legs. I smiled cheekily and looked at his reflection in the mirror, ‘I believe you’re turned on,’ He simply growled, grabbed the back of the collar and shoved me towards the bedroom.
‘Get on the bed, on hands and knees, with your ass in the air,’ I quickly complied, hoping that he would continue to play with my pussy, but I was sorely mistaken. ‘I want to introduce you to the horsehair whip. This is for your insolence earlier. You will remember to call me Sir, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you still disrespect me and neglect to address me as Sir.’ He began to run the coarse whip over my back and between my legs. The coarseness on my sensitive lower back made me shiver and brought goose bumps to my flesh. I involuntarily kept arching and straightening my back in response to the teasing touch, just like a cat languidly stretching. Then without warning I felt the sudden stinging and burning as the first strike of the whip cracked across my backside. My sharp intake of breath coincided with my involuntary withdrawal from the pain. Sir then continued the gentle teasing with the coarse horsehair. It was actually soothing following the first kiss of the whip. Just as my body began to relax I felt the same burn on the opposite ass cheek. This time I let out a little noise halfway between a cry of pain and a moan of pleasure. I am always astounded by the way my body reacts to pain. Sitting here in the comfort of my home I still find it hard to believe that it could make me so wet to feel the bite of a whip on my flesh, or even just the heat from a good spanking. It has probably been my intrinsic nature, but I have only been able to explore it as I have become more sexually curious. Someone once tried to explain it to me as the pain cutting through intense pleasure, as the pain subsides the pleasure rushes back with a much greater intensity. The contrast of pain and pleasure only makes the body more sensitive. However it works, what I knew was that I was enjoying the horsehair whip and getting incredibly turned on.
Sir was standing behind me as I knelt near the edge of the bed. The frequency with which Sir was lashing was gradually increasing as my skin warmed up. He was paying special attention to my ass cheeks, but the backs of my thighs and my shoulder blades weren’t escaping his attention. The horsehair whip has a different feeling to some of the other whips I have experienced; the pain lasts for a shorter time, but has more heat and is less intense than a riding crop. When you juxtapose this with the coarse feeling of it running over my body and between my legs, you can understand why I was quivering from the sensation. My hips were already rhythmically rolling backwards and forwards; with every roll my ass was thrust out for him to strike. Each sting produced a low groan from the back of my throat. I didn’t count the lashes, our first experience together was more about exploring our likes and dislikes, establishing boundaries and exploring how I reacted to his actions.
‘I think you really quite like that whip my beautiful girl, actually its my favourite too. But now I want to introduce you to the leather whip,’ There was a slight pause as he changed tools then I felt the cool caress of the leather tails across my backside, sending a cold shiver shooting up my spine. That was the only warm up I received, the first crack seared across my left shoulder blade and made me cry out. I put my head to the mattress as the tails continued their slow and teasing path across my skin. Sir was using a lot more force with this whip. Just as the pain receded I felt him using it quickly, but lightly alternating across my ass cheeks. It sent tingles of pleasurable sensations up and down my spine. Intermittently there was a harder strike, but it was quickly soothed away by the rhythmic patter of the leather tails as they played across my soft flesh. As the intensity began to crescendo my low intermittent groans became a constant moan. I ached to be penetrated and feel something inside me. It was at this point that Sir whipped me harder than I have ever experienced before. It stole my breath away and instantly stilled the moan in my throat. After my initial full body flinch, I kept my position on the bed, but began to beg incoherently with my eyes scrunched tightly closed. I felt his warm and firm hand run across my bottom where it felt like it was on fire. His touch slowed my rapid breathing and resolved my incoherent and panicked speech into soft whimpering noises. With such a simple touch I knew I wanted to take more.
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The Journey of a New sub. Part 2
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Sep 1, 2010 8:24 pm
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This is the continuation of my last entry, I seem to get stuck on every little detail, but I'm actually enjoying reliving each moment, so bear with me if its a little slow....
‘Let me see you,’ He held his hands out to me and I hopped off the bed and walked towards him. ‘Mmmmm. That outfit really does suit you,’ He unzipped the front of my g-string and again ran his index finger between the folds of my pussy. ‘You are very wet, how long has it been since you came?’
‘Three days, just like you asked me,’ I wanted him so much, but I know that the teasing had only just begun. Sir walked over to his suitcase and got himself out a change of clothes. As he lifted his clothes out I noticed a collection of silver and leather toys in the bottom of his suitcase. Sir didn’t turn around, but he obviously knew I had seen the toys.
‘I went shopping in preparation for today, I bought your outfit and some new toys. Now I’m going to have a shower and I expect to be able to trust you to not open the suitcase before I come back from the shower, otherwise there will be consequences,’ As he finished closing his suitcase he turned around to me and I just nodded silently. ‘Now when I come back I expect my sub to be waiting for me, kneeling on the bed, ’ with that, he walked off to the shower.
As I sat on the bed, my eyes kept drifting back to the case, I wanted to know what was in there, but I knew that this was the first test that Sir was challenging me with. I just had to trust him with what was in the case, so he would trust me. So instead of sitting on the bed contemplating the contents of the suitcase, I got up and quickly closed the curtains of the room so the lighting was more intimate than the afternoon sunlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows. After that I returned to my kneeling position on the bed, waiting nervously for Sir to finish his shower. My anticipation and apprehension grew as I heard the water stop running, and it was only a few short moments later that he emerged from the bathroom wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.
As he approached me he picked up his suitcase and placed it on the bed in front of me. Then smiled at me reassuringly and sat next to me. ‘All of the toys in here are yours, they are brand new as I don’t share toys between subs. They are yours. However, you are not to use them with anyone but myself. If I find out that you have used them without me I will take your toys and you will never see me again. If we don’t work out these toys will still be yours.’ I was startled. I couldn’t believe how much I was being spoilt! I just hoped that I could live up to his expectations. He then opened the suitcase to show me what was in there.
Oh my goodness! What a collection! Leather and chrome wrist cuffs lined with black fur, matching collar and leash, horsehair whip, leather flogger, leather riding crop, ball gag, pegs, nipple clamps, ropes, black leather blindfold, vibrator, and a silver ass hook with a ball the size of a golf ball on the end. ‘Are you ready to be my sub now? Are you sure? Because you know that you can leave at any time, but know that I’m not going to do anything to really hurt you,’ I looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath. I knew the purpose of every toy he produced. I might not have a great deal of physical experience of BDSM, but I have been researching it since my very first taste. I wanted to know exactly the sort of treatment I could possibly encounter. Maybe that took away some of the shock factor, but I like to be a well prepared sub. Also knowing the purpose of each toy probably made me more turned on in anticipation of my fantasies being fulfilled, but more worried that my body wouldn’t respond to the pleasure and pain stimuli the way I had imagined. At that moment in time I decided the only way to know, was to try.
‘Yes. I’m ready,’
‘ Ready, what?’ he asked me as he lifted his left hand to my chin and grabbed it firmly.
‘ I’m ready to be your little slut, be your sub,’ I knew he wanted me to call him Sir, but I can be an obstinate bitch sometimes, and I didn’t want to cave into submissive so easily. I wanted my Dom to earn my respect and obedience. Plus I like to see how far I can push the boundaries. I just looked at him defiantly.
‘You’re forgetting your manners. This isn’t a good start,’ While I was looking him straight in the eyes I didn’t see his right hand come up to give me a firm slap to my left cheek. After the shock subsided I looked right back at him.
‘ I have manners. I just don’t know what is it you want,’ It was sheer arrogance on my behalf, but I wanted to push him to start, to see if he would get angry or continue his calm and collected manner. He just looked at me in silence and laid another stinging slap to my cheek. It made me flinch this time, but I wasn’t giving up yet. I should mention that I hate being slapped in the face, its just one of those pet hates; but it was the perfect way for both of us to establish that initial power differential.
‘You will call me Sir. You are my little slut and I expect you to respect me. I have all night to play this game and I will break you. Even if I have to sit here all night slapping you. If you want to move any further than this and get to use your toys then I suggest you address me properly,’ SLAP! Another ringing slap. Fuck that one hurt. I lowered my eyes and rubbed my cheek to ease the pain. After about 15 seconds the ache began to subside, but the heat remained.
I slowly looked up at him through my eyelashes, ‘Yes, Sir. I want to be your little slut,’
He smiled at me slowly, ‘Now that’s better. How hard was it to say that, my beautiful girl?’
‘Not that hard, Sir,’ I was still feeling stubborn, but the temptation of the toys was too much and my left cheek was beginning to ache.
Sir reached over to the suitcase and pulled out my collar. ‘Put this on. Whilst I struggled to do up the buckle at the back of my neck Sir got the matching cuffs ready for me. ‘Hurry up, stop dilly-dallying,’ I was getting frustrated with the buckle and he was clearly getting impatient with my delayed obedience, but I managed to slide it into place quickly after he chastised me. He then helped me to do up the cuffs on my wrists. An instant later he had the leash attached to my collar and yanked it to pull me off the bed. He led me to the bedside table where there was an open bottle of champagne with two glasses. Sir poured himself a glass and was kind enough to pour me some as well. As I knelt on the carpeted floor, drinking champagne, I looked up at my Dom and smiled. It felt surprisingly satisfying sitting there at his feet. I found it hard to believe that this was the first time I had met him. He knew how to push my buttons instantly; and while I hadn’t given myself to him totally I had a feeling he would push me more than the other Doms I had been with. I had previously played around with a couple of other Doms, but felt that I could still keep my thoughts and emotions to myself, while they played with my body. I had a feeling that Sir already had the potential to emotionally and physically break me.
To be continued....
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the journey of a new sub
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Sep 1, 2010 7:19 am
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I’m not sure exactly where to start this blog, its been something that I have been wanting to do for a little while, but i haven’t found the right forum…. Until now, anyway.
I must firstly apologise because I am new to the BDSM scene and if I use the wrong terminology or talk about things the wrong way then please feel free to educate me, but please do it in a nice way…. Lol.
Hmmm…. Maybe I will start by recounting the first experience with my new Dom. I met Sir through another dating website, which while it is designed to allow people to hook up for sex, it is definitely for the more vanilla people. My profile there hints at the fact that I like BDSM and that I’m a submissive female, but it doesn’t spell it out. My personal opinion was that if I put it all out there for everyone to see then I would be overwhelmed with immature idiots thinking that because I’m a submissive female it gives them the right to take advantage of me, without truly understanding the Dom/sub relationship. On the other hand, from the first message it was clear that my Sir had read my profile and realised what I was looking for. From there we began a courtship of emails discussing previous experiences, likes and dislikes and boundaries. We quickly discovered that we were very compatible in the bedroom and were soon after discussing things on the phone.
The first thing I noticed in our phone conversations was his eloquent and sophisticated voice, he spoke like a gentleman and never raised his voice once; it was a smooth and sultry baritone, which made me feel comfortable, but which I knew could also make my heart race and goose bumps stand on my neck as he called me his little bitch. Throughout all of our discussions he emphasised that while he was in control, I still set the limits. He was very receptive to all that I had to offer and all of my concerns and suggested that we start very vanilla until I felt comfortable. As time progressed I realised that I felt comfortable enough with Sir to meet him and have him take total control of the situation.
Finally it was the day of our first date. I was extremely nervous, it was the first person I had planned on meeting from the internet with the sole purpose of exploring my submissive nature. We had a arranged a hotel room in the city and had planned to meet for lunch first. I knew the place we were going to was a classy venue, so I wanted to look the part, while still looking sexy for the first time we were going to meet. After much trial and error I decided on a knee length black skirt with black stockings, a yellow singlet top with black lace overlay, with matching gold belt. I’m a fairly tall woman, just shy of 6foot, so decided against heels as it was only lunch and if I wore heels I would probably be taller than Sir. I also made sure I had on matching underwear underneath. It was an electric purple and black set with a push-up bra which gave me just the right amount of cleavage peeping over the top of my singlet, not too slutty, but enough to be distracting.
As I arrived at the hotel I checked in my overnight bag as instructed and called Sir to tell him that I had arrived and asked where he would like me to meet him. He surprised me by telling me that he had already seen me get out of my car and that I should meet him in the bar of the hotel. I was instantly off balance, I hadn’t seen him yet, but he had seen me. I assumed it was as I got out of the car and struggled with the wind blowing my hair into my face and tried to get my bag out of the boot. It wasn’t exactly the sexy first impression I wanted to make, but I figured it would have to do. I cant actually remember the first time I laid eyes on him; maybe that’s because I was so nervous I spent 90% of the first 5 minutes looking down or into the glass of champagne he had already bought for me. What I can remember though is walking to the restaurant with his hand resting possessively, but gently only my lower back to point me in the right direction. When we finally sat down opposite each other in the restaurant I got a good chance to study him as we started talking about everyday mundane things. He was older than the usual men I date, and not my usual surfer or footy player type; however I suppose he was going to do a lot more to me that any other man I had ever dated and I intrinsically trusted him more. He had funky square cut glasses and a gorgeous smile with a cheeky laugh to match. He was impeccably dressed in a white collared shirt and black dress pants.
As time progressed I started to feel more comfortable. I’m not usually nervous on dates, but I had the worst case of the butterflies and I felt like I was talking too fast and bubbling along about nothing. However, as the champagne started to relax me and I realised that this was the same man who I had spoken to on the phone many times. We ordered food and wine and I thoroughly enjoyed being seduced and romanced by Sir. When I feel comfortable I can be an outrageous flirt and tease and as the conversation turned to naughtier topics I know that I was showing Sir my cheekier side and seeing how he would react. To tell the truth, I cant remember exactly what we spoke of, I can just remember the look of animal hunger in his eyes and how much I wanted to feel his hands on my body and hear him whisper in my ear and call me a dirty slut. I was also apprehensive and nervous about how far he would push my boundaries, but at that point I wanted him and that was the primary thought in my mind.
Our first kiss was in the lift on the way up to the room. What started as a gentle soft interlocking of lips soon had his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck as I felt his tongue exploring my mouth and then felt him firmly nibbling on my bottom lip. The kiss ended abruptly as the lift stopped at our floor. I felt like I wanted to melt, and it had only been a kiss.
Sir asked me to have a shower first, he watched me undress and as I slipped off my clothes I felt all of my nerves come rushing back again. While I am happy with my body and feel comfortable in my own skin, it is still intimidating and confronting to be naked in front of someone for the first time. This was exacerbated as I felt his eyes roaming over my body, I felt like I was under inspection and if he didn’t like what he saw he wouldn’t take me as his sub. As I stood there naked looking down at my feet I saw his black dress shoes come into my vision and he firmly grabbed my chin and lifted my face up to look at me. All of my concerns faded away as his kissed my lips and took up where he had left off in the elevator. As his lips caressed mine I felt my breath being stolen away and felt his hand slide down between my thighs and for the first time I felt his hand between the lips of my pussy. I was surprised that he already found me moist. I think the anticipation during lunch and the hunger I felt in two kisses had made me want him even more than I had imagined. As he stopped kissing me he placed his wet finger on my pursed lips and I darted my tongue around it, licking my salty wetness from him. He then turned me around and patted me gently on my left ass cheek, ‘Have a shower first, baby, then we can get to other things. And when you get out, you will find your outfit on the bed. I’m going downstairs for a smoke, when I come back I expect you to be dressed and ready.’
I hurried to prepare for Sir, I couldn’t imagine what outfit he had provided me to wear, I was hoping it wasn’t a corset as I didn’t think I would be able to do it up by myself. After I had dried myself I wrapped myself in the big fluffy white towel and padded out to the lounge room/bedroom area. On the bed was a leather g-string with silver zip down the front of the crutch to allow Sir easy access to my pink bits. The top he had left for me took me a little bit more time to work out. It was a multitude of leather straps with chrome buckles and press-studs. After fidgeting with it for a few moments I realised it was similar to a halter neck bikini top, but only had straps to go under and around my breasts, but left my breasts totally exposed. The press-studs allowed me to completely adjust it to fit perfectly around my C-sized tits, lifting them up and pushing them out. The chrome studs perfectly matched the silver bar which transacted my left nipple. Once I was done I sat cross-legged in the middle of the four-poster queen size bed to wait. I didn’t have to wait long, two minutes later I heard the click of the electric key and Sir walked back into the room.
Well this story has turned out to be longer than I expected, so I will have to finish it shortly. If anyone actually reads this and has any comments, then please feel free to share them.
xoxox
Nightshade
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