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Anticipation continued to overcome my thoughts for the last few weeks prior to my trip. I was reading dom/sub stories trying to figure out my role in this new venture. I was intrigued, and slightly scared of the unknown lifestyle that I was venturing into. The blindfold, the spanking, restraints, collars, whips and with allowing my Master control of every aspect. With all the control gone asunder, having to rely mostly on senses of touch and sound with everything else being subdued. My Master, I have been calling on for a few months now, but not in this aspect of sexual arousal. The trust had been built, the foundation laid, and the willingness to proceed at hand. I would get wet just having conversations via text, even with talk of bondage. Certain stipulations I was allowed and denied at home prior to my trip. I had instructions of no self-indulgences, only what my partner allowed me for the week of this visit. It was for all intensive purposes a very long week, were my pussy would be continuously wet and throbbing; and I could do nothing but wait. I was indulged at home per my partners liking and he did well to tame my cravings, but with eagerness staying horny consistently despite some acts. Black, the color my gentleman caller had requested for the evening festivities. Both behind closed doors, yet a lady on his arm for dinner at a nice restaurant would still be adorned in the same attire. I freshened myself up in my motel room, donned a black tank, black sandals and fitted jeans and I was on my way. I sent a text to give him warning for my arrival only to await instructions, if any. I was given only prior to “park, and come inside”, everything else still remained unknown. The weather on the drive was fabulous, 70 degrees outside, fall day no humidity and the sun gleamed across the changing leaves that remained unfallen upon the ground. I did as my Master instructed on arrival, I parked my vehicle and pulled my bag from my car, smiled a bit then walked up the steps and opened the door. First glance I saw a padded black mat not far from the door, no lighting other than candle which smelled divine and I could see him standing in the kitchen. Master stood there no shirt, only jeans and a belt; his muscles ill defined by the lighting as he drank bourbon from a glass. He turned to look at me, smirk only slightly and walk towards me at the door. Grabbed me around my waist, kissed me, smelled my hair, told me he had forgotten how sexy I was and grabbed me gently by the neck. Into my ear he whispered “Once you change, kneel on the mat and close your eyes. Do not open them”. He kissed me again and would smirk at me, he was as anxious for me as I was for him today. I went into the bathroom once I retrieved by one-piece black lace body stocking, thong and heels from my bag. Per request my hair was pulled back at the bottom of my neck, my makeup fresh and clothing fitted, mesh, and enticing. I walked past him in the kitchen, he stared for a moment to see where I was heading. I walked to the mat, kneeled slowly as I lowered my head and closed my eyes. The hardest part was keeping them closed when I heard him begin to move around, on first observation when I walked around I did not notice toys, restraints or paddles. I heard a glass rattle then felt him kneel in front of me on the floor. He placed my hands face up, and told me to open my mouth, then hold out my tongue. I sat there, unknown of what was about to happen, when he rolled his finger across my tongue and told me to taste. Honey, impeccable taste, his local honey and one of his favorite things. He arose and walked away, I heard music begin to play, it sounded like a secret room on a movie when someone was going into the unknown. Master returned and placed a black silk blindfold across my eyes, just snug enough to stay in place. With each new step he checked my comfort and understanding of the situation. I heard him open a door, and what I would have concluded was a chain rattle at that moment. My eyes still closed and covered, kneeling in all black by the door. He came to me his steps mostly silent across the wooden floor. I heard Velcro unlatch and felt the collar begin to encircle my neck as the cool chain lay across my body my nipples hardened. Collars, and neck restraints are the one thing that pushes my limits, I feel like someone is strangling me and cutting away my airway. As a nurse, foremost protect the airway yet here I was blindfolded, and collared at the feet of my Master. I arose on his command, he held one hand and led me by the collar slowly over to the couch. I could feel the cool leather once my knees where against it as I stood there. He tapped my legs one by one slowly as to tell me to place them on the couch. He lay the chain frontwards and it fell between my breasts and swept a nipple, the lace lingerie allowed it to cause cold chills to cover my body. There I was hands placed across the back of the couch, on my knees blindfolded with a Master behind me. I could feel him straddle behind me still clothed as he took my hips into his hands and pulled me into him. I could do nothing but moan, as I did the first time I was greeted with his hand firmly to my right butt cheek. He leaned over grabbed my ponytail and asked “Have you been a good girl this week? I answered yes”; I am certain I could barely whisper it. He pushed my torso inward and arched my ass towards him slightly. Then smack a paddle to the right butt cheek again, he said he wasn’t sure he believed me, once again he asked “Are you sure you obeyed?”. Once again, I said yes in a whisper, and again a paddle to the left butt cheek rang out. Then again, he repositioned me to where my ass was out for him to paddle as he would desire. He positioned himself behind me once again, and I felt his hand move to my lower back and down my butt cheeks and he extended around to reach my clit. He rubbed through my lingerie, I could feel the wetness soak past the black lace, and each rub and circle he made around my clit only made me want to cum. I know in reality we were only there minutes, but when you want to be fucked, spanked and used that moment seems to take forever. Once he knew I was wet and moaning with him encircling me through clothing, he moved away from me. He told me to stand, once again took the chain from my collar and my hand into his. I could hear as my heels walked across the hardwood floor, the music lingered and my senses heightened for the next move. Next instructions led me into the first bedroom. I was told to crawl onto the bed, my collar was then removed. I was positioned on my knees with my hands gripping metal bars, which would be a black iron headboard. He placed my hands in restraints at that moment, the cloth was soft as it was pulled snug across my wrists. I could barely straighten my arms at all, just enough to lean slightly forward and hold myself up from the metal bars. I heard his jeans hit the floor, only because his belt buckle dinged the hardwood floors slightly in the room. I felt his breath near me on the bed, his hands rubbed across my body. He told me to allow him to go under me, without remembering what scenario I was in I said No. In that moment he said “Did you just tell me no?”, then I realized the submissive role was about to begin in a different level than before. I had forgotten my place, but was about to be reminded I was not in charge. I felt Master spank me, a couple times and say “let’s try this again”. “Straddle me”, he insisted as I allowed him beneath my pussy. I am blindfolded, hands bound as he begins to slowly lick my clit and only my clit. He rocks my hips slightly back and forth across his face. I could feel cum dripping out. I didn’t realize until later that I was moaning and moving along with him. He stopped, pulled slightly from beneath my and said “Don’t you dare cum”. He continued to lick and move my hips, had he moved much more I would have soaked his entire face. Master was gentle, very easy, and very precise with his mouth and the motions he made on me. He slowly removed himself from under me, I was soaked and wanted him to fuck my pussy until I begged him to stop. I could not see, but I felt him near me I could faintly here him breathing. His hands grasped my head as he slid his cock in my mouth. I encircled the shaft with my tongue and slowly went to the tip, and back down again. He let out a slight moan, which only increased with intensity as I maintained his cock and then he slowly made me take all of him into my mouth. My hands were tied I had no control over movements or touch, just the way I used my mouth on him. As he grew more intrigued with mouth fucking me, his dick began to throb slightly under my tongue it would get almost out and he would thrust it back into my mouth. Under that blindfold I was thinking of it being inside my pussy, fucking me hard then easy, just enough to almost make me beg for it. “Oh, woman you are incredible”, he would whisper under his breath as he untied me from the metal rails. He removed the blindfold, kissed me gently and then opened the door into another room. The room was almost bare, minus the necessities for our night ahead. A massage table centered in the room dr*ped in black sheets, a bed on the floor also in sheets, a white mirror remained in the corner propped to allow him access to the events from any angle. There were candles in various places on the floor, restraints, a whip and a paddle upon my first visual glance. He led me to the table and bent me over forward on that table. He took a picture in that moment, my partner at home would later receive these as a thank you for allowing me to have fun. Master left me bent over that table and circled to the other side. Once again, he grasped my head with both hands and slid his cock inside, his head laid slightly back and he moaned and I could feel him slightly shake against the table. He shifted his hands onto my ponytail and was keeping steady movements of my mouth on his cock. My pussy was wet, I wanted to ask for his cock but it was only 4pm and a Master keeps control of his slave. Master laid me on the table, blindfold back in place snuggly around my eyes. He untied my top and sucked on my nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass. I lay there, half naked, throbbing pussy, cum dripping down to my anal area. He moved his hand to my pussy, pulled the black lace underwear aside and gently rolled his finger along my lips without penetration. A few more pictures were taken, and I was posed per Masters wishes and desires. I was his to do as he pleased at that moment, he realized I had no reservations or worries with events that were yet to come. I was placed on the bed in the floor, told to be on my knees with my head down. He spanked me a few times, the echo in the empty room only made me get wetter with desire for his cock. Master slid one finger in me, slightly moving it upward into my g-spot; then came another as I pushed myself into him a little. That was the most penetration I had received in these hours of play and I wanted more. I was soaked I could hear the wetness as he moved his fingers around inside me, then he added a third. I arched my back and arose to all 4’s, but was quickly instructed back into the starting position. Intense, eager to cum, wanting him to just fuck me as he played teasing me. I was moaning intensely, he stopped cold he could tell just with my moans and body movements when I was close to cumming. He turned me over straddled my chest and again put his cock in my mouth. Master moaned and rocked to a cohesive movement, as I could feel his muscle around my chest tighten then he started to slow down. Master took his right hand and put those fingers back inside me, only this time he was so caught up in what I was giving he could not concentrate. He continued to try for a few moments then, returned to look at me while I was sucking on his balls, they tightened in my mouth, the veins on his dick enlarged with blood flow from the sucking, licking, and swirling of my tongue on his cock. He stopped suddenly and said “Oh woman you’re going to make me cum, but I want to fuck you tonight.” I said nothing, he was right I did want him to cum, but not until he fucked me, not until my cum was covering his cock. He looked at me laying there and said “What do you want”, as plain as I could I responded without hesitation “I want to cum”. Fingers once again inside me, they were removed after just a touch and a purple dual vibrator inserted. Purple was impossible to misuse, and impossible not to orgasm with. One part hugged my clit so tight I could not move and lessen the vibrations along my engorged clit; the bigger part along the inner side of my pussy wedging the orgasm center in his hand. Master gave me the vibrator to use, as he took one finger around the outer edge of my clit while I played. I looked once I realized what position I was in and asked “Master, am I allowed to cum?”, he looked at me and shook his head yes, it must not have been 2 minutes he looked in my eyes and said “I want you to cum now”. I was not far away, he pushed in slightly with his right thumb on my clit and I could feel my muscles tighten in my legs. I could hear how wet I was, I had begun to cum it was running down onto my ass, I was squirming and he took my hand and held that vibration on me until I begged him to let go. I laid there for about 5 minutes processing the situation, the orgasm, the roles. As if not to miss a beat I was instructed to get ready for dinner. I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself off, he said aren’t you going to shower. I smiled and said why I will be covered in your cum later there is no point. Master shook his head, smiled at me and said ”You’re so bad”. I sat in the corner of that bondage room smiling, retouching makeup, straightening hair from the ponytail. I slipped on my black lace dress, asked him to button the top and strapped up those black high heels. His tall muscular frame stood in that hallway, jeans, boots, button up shirt and a navy-blue blazer adorned my Master tonight. I did not expect an upscale dinner, but it made me smile of how well Master wanted to take care of me. Master had warned I would need a good meal to keep my strength up for the evening. A few random songs rolled from my iTunes playlist as we headed into town for dinner. Relaxed now, we just made small talk throughout the drive into town, the skyline, the season. It was crazy traffic, hence why I remain in the country to many people rushing all the time. Seems they never slow down to just enjoy the sunset, the sky, or the weather. On street parking in his town is a rare find, but luckily, we found one close to our evening venue. Master took my hand as we walked down the street towards the restaurant, evidently in his town crosswalks are merely a suggestion they just monitor traffic individually and cross. Once at the restaurant it was unlike anywhere I have ever been in to dine. Exquisite was an understatement, marble floors, marble columns, each table dressed for a 5-course meal with wine glasses and tealights. We were led into the back part of the restaurant, it was quiet very relaxed and very beautiful. I must have looked in shock he asked my approval, I smiled and assured him it was considered upscale for me. The dinner went without incidence, over a Lemon Drop Martini for me and a Blood Orange Manhattan for him. A time or 2 his hands wandered to my knee and tugged at my dress tail, I think gauging my interest in naughty things at dinner. We must have lost track of time just talking and enjoying the meal, once we looked it was already after 8pm. They packed up dinner for us, we arose and once again he took my hand in his and our dinner in the other. He is taller than me, and his strides get him ahead of me. Have to remind my Master to just slow down sometimes. I walked across grates, he could not believe me with my heels; after all country girls can walk in and on anything and be just fine. Master walked me up and opened my car door, I told him I was capable just on my own, he insisted he was better at it than me. He is older, I cannot argue with his experience. He then took me a few blocks down for fantastic views of the city. From the street looking up I could see legs from dresses even 8 stories high on the patio. We parked again and walked down a block or so, took a short elevator ride and embarked at a bar overlooking the city. We walked out onto the deck and the cool fall wind was blowing, firepits were ablaze and Tom Petty was playing. His hand went across my lower back and he escorted me to a set of chairs where we just sat there by the bar, with the city lights glowing in that moment enjoying the evening. We talked about Tom Petty, a few older songs then someone sat at the piano to play as well. Master asked if I wanted a drink, I laughed and said if I have another I will have my legs on the dashboard when we head home. Master chuckled but it was semi true, and I’m sure he would have enjoyed that as well. About fifteen or twenty minutes passed, he took his hand around my face sweeping the hair, and said I am ready to take you home. Once on the elevator I found myself pushed against the wall, a hand running up my thigh and pulling up my dress. Master smiled, kissed me and the doors opened. A quick stop for gas and home we headed. Master looked at me when we pulled in, “I want you naked”. I must have been in shock, “I said naked where?”. In the room, I will meet you he ordered.

Clothing removed I took my position on the bed in the floor, eyes once again closed. He lay me down on my back this time, his cock was already hard. He lay slightly on top of me, kissing me to where I could feel his cock rubbing my lips on the outside. I knew I wanted fucked, I knew he wanted to fuck me tonight every action he did suggested his desire. I watched him sit on bended knees and tell me to suck his cock. I did just as instructed, he placed a leather band around his balls and his shaft while I continued to suck only on the head of his cock. He pushed me back took my legs and laid me flat, he rolled a condom onto his erect cock and thrust it inside me. I opened my legs I wanted him to be able to pound inside me, his balls slapping on my ass as he did. After about 5 thrusts I could feel myself getting soaked, he almost intently stopped at that moment. Master asked what was wrong, I was breathing so fast and moaning, I begged him to fuck me more. Master thrust into me held my legs open, and I started to cum, he never stopped as my juice covered him and the condom both. I was trying to catch a glimpse to see if it had run onto his balls. He just looked at me and turned me over. I felt cold gel slide down from the top of my butt cheeks and into my rectum, and again more gel it dripped. I knew he had some plans, we had used an anal plug once before but tonight I said no. Hence again I must have been too relaxed in that moment, he said yes pulled my ass back into the air and a whip flew across my ass with a crack. When it did one or two small pieces of leather caught one of my vagnal lips and it felt like fire. And again, he cracked the whip across my backside, and I was soaked. I wanted him rough, I wanted to be taken, spanked, and fucked. I could not see the object, but it felt much different than the other one, cold to touch and heavier in nature. Later I would see it was made of metal, with a pink gem on the part that would remain outside for his pleasure to view. It took several attemps, a little force and a lot of lube but it was in. The hardest part is knowing what it will feel like, and trying to relax for it to be inserted. Master entered my pussy from behind while the plug was still in. Every nerve ending must have been lit up at that moment I feel flat onto the mattress, “Up now”, he once again repositioned me. Every time he would touch that plug I almost collapsed onto the mattress, the intensity and pleasure of such a small touch was more than I could handle at that moment. He moved a few times, I fell twice onto the mattress and he would continue to move me back to where I was originally placed. Master did spank me each time, not with dissatisfaction but more with dominance to do what I was told. Master knew I was not prepared for the orgasms, nor the nerve endings that were being stimulated. Master pulled out of me and removed his condom, and sat legs straight on the table while I was kneeling in the floor. That moment was when I realized I had let myself go sexually. I had the metal plug inside me, his cock in my mouth, and the purple vibrator inside my pussy. Master must have realized and found the sexiness in my sluttiest moment at the exact moment I did. Once again Master starting instructing “Do not let my cock come out of your mouth”, if I slowed down he instructed me to go faster and deeper. Master informed me not to stop even when I was cumming, that for that moment my job was to please us both in different ways. Master enjoyed watching me play and cum for him, allowed him to know I was comfortable as well. Cum poured from me onto the mattress, a puddle shape remained on the sheets. He continued to allow me to suck his cock, he was going to cum. When asked where I preferred it, I wanted to watch his face when he got off. I asked for him to cum all over my breasts, and he did standing over me. Master moaned with each stroke of cum he shot on me, his legs trembling above me as I lay there. There are things to be gained and enjoyed from these new moments, for each they remain different. A Master in the bedroom is much different than in a relationship. There is a level of trust one must have to let go of all control over a situation, I’m pretty sure I let go of everything that night and it was amazing. My partner always wanted me to be a little slut every now and then and now I figured out how.

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