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We Meet

We meet for lunch. The idea of what you want is exciting but also a little scary. You want to be safe. Over the course of the conversation you feel the type of safe you are looking for. You trust me to be your tormentor and protector. To be in control. To expand what you are capable of doing and feeling. To make sure that as much as things may sometimes be uncomfortable or hurt, you don’t get hurt in a way that you stay hurt.

You had a rule that you don’t meet anyone without exchanging pictures, but you broke it and are pleasantly surprised. When I let you know that I manage about 100 people and would not put myself in a position where someone could alter my power dynamic at work, you understand. Not allowing someone to fuck with me in ways I can’t control is a hallmark of being dominant.

You want to know what the first time will be like so I tell you.

You arrive at the hotel room and knock. A moment later you open the door and I let you in. You weren’t told how to dress because what comes next would have less impact if you were in something you could consider to be someone else’s clothes. I take all of your jewelry off and place it on the dresser. From the dresser I pick two sets of black leather cuffs. I put them on your wrists and ankles, attaching your wrists behind your back and your ankles to a spreader bar. A blindfold and earplugs come next, followed by a collar. No earbuds with music. I want you to be able to hear the sound of your own breathing, your heart beating, the blood rushing through your body.

The next part freaks you out a bit on all levels. I take EMT Shears and starting with your right leg, cut your pants off of you from ankle to waist. I do the same to the other side and your pants fall to the floor. You feel a slight chill from the exposure, are acutely aware how your underwear feels on you and your nipples begin to harden. You mourn the loss of the pants a bit and want to say something, but I give you a quick kiss and close your mouth with my hand. From there I cut you out of your top, pick you up and move you to the bed. It starts to sink in that you can’t get away anymore and the rush of feelings you have been experiencing accelerates. You move your head from side to side trying to establish reference points in an environment where you can’t see or hear, only feel and smell. The sheets smell nice and clean and it’s comforting. Nothing really bad happens on clean sheets.

I cut you out of your underwear, bottoms first. You are now mine. You are aware of how erect your nipples are and how juicy you are starting to feel. Your breathing has gotten faster and your heart rate has picked up. The sound is starting to flood your consciousness and you start to unconsciously make noises.

I kiss you on your lips and get off the bed. For a moment you are alone and that begins freak you out. Then you feel my hands on your ankles, relax and begin to make assumptions about what comes next. Your assumptions are wrong.

The bed dips as you feel us joined be another person sitting next to you. It’s exciting and a little bit scary as someone starts to run their hand over your ribcage, making their way to your breasts, rubbing your nipples between their fingers. Your breathing and heart rate have really picked up at this point. It doesn’t start to drop until you feel one of your nipples engulfed by a mouth. You release a long deep breath and pleasure floods your brain.

I kiss my way up your calves to your thighs, nibbling, sucking and kissing. You can’t help but move your hips at this point. You want. There are all sorts of things you will take to satisfy the hunger of that want, but at this point you just want. More. I make my way in between your legs and with a mouth alternating between your mouth and breasts and a mouth on your pussy, you are in heaven. It doesn’t take long for you to tense up, contract and explode. You start to catch your breath and wonder what’s next.

I flip you over and pull you over the side of the bed. Your hips rest on the edge of the bed and you adjust to the new position. You know what you want. More. You’re surprised when the next thing you feel is a tongue on your asshole instead of a cock at your pussy lips. The woman who was kissing you and had your nipples in your mouth is adjusting themselves on the bed and shimmying towards you. She grabs the back of your head and guides you to her wetness. You start to eat her out as if she were your last meal. You can’t get enough of the smell and taste and texture of what you have in your mouth and on your face.

The mouth on your ass is replaced by fingers, lubed and probing, finding their way into you. It’s disturbing, exciting and comforting at the same time. After the play has allowed you to adjust, the fingers are replaced with a cock and you want it. Need it. Buck back against it, trying to take it in faster than it is being given to you. The head slips in and I feel you pull me into you. We take a moment to let you adjust and then it begins. I work my cock in and out of your ass as you kiss, lick and suck. You think it can’t get any better than this and then it happens.

I cover your ass in lube and start to spank you as we fuck. You almost lose your breath. You find it hard to concentrate on eating her out, but she grabs you by the hair and forces you into her pussy. You go into a headspace that doesn’t know time or space, let out a moan you can’t control and cum over and over again. We both quickly follow. Your face is covered in pussy juice and your ass is full of cum. For a moment you feel used and complete. As your skin is rubbed and your hair is stroked, you are fulfilled and curious. What comes next?

And then I ask you, what turned you on most about what I just said? And who do you see yourself as in that story?


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