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Our First Meeting

We had started talking the first week of November. We both had ads on, “Whipmebeatme.com” or one of those kinds of sites. I responded to her ad. She emailed me back. We corresponded for a few days then I sent her my phone number. After that, we talked every day…for hours. We lived four hundred miles apart and, due to work, we would not get a chance to meet for several more months. So we talked. This was in the days before, “all you could eat long distance” so our phone bills ran just shy of the national debt. But, we both felt like something was there…something special.

Finally, the sixth of January arrived and our first meeting took place. All according to my plan.

I checked into the motel mid-afternoon and left her a key at the desk. I put my things away, prepared the room, took a shower and waited. Around 7:30 pm she sent me a text from the airport telling me she had arrived. She sent me a text saying she was downstairs. Shortly, I heard the two knocks on my door and the lock whirr to the unlocked position. The room was completely dark, save one candle on the sink by the door. As I was seated by the window, facing the door, my heart was racing with anticipation. Just as she opened the door, I shined a very bright flashlight into her eyes. She could see nothing. I told her to step into the room and close the door. She did. I told her to set her bag down next to the desk. She did. Still with the light in her eyes, I told her to unbutton her blouse and slowly slide it off. She did. I told her to remove her shoes and socks. She did. I told her to remove her jeans. She did. I told her to turn her back to me. She did. I told her to remove her panties. She did. I told her to reach behind, unfasten her bra and slowly let the straps slide off her shoulders as the bra slipped to the floor. She did. I told her to cover her breasts as well as she could with her hands. She did. I walked up behind her, placed a blindfold and a leather posture collar on her. I then turned her to face me, pulled her hands from her breasts one at a time as I placed leather cuffs on her wrists. The cuffs were then attached to the collar. I had a set of nipple clamps…the alligator clip kind with the rubber covering the sharp, metal teeth. In an earlier phone conversation, she had said the rubber covers were for wimps. So, I had removed them and allowed the sharp teeth to cut into her nipples…quite hard by this time. She made not a sound.

I turned her around, facing away from me, exposing her back and ass. I began to flog her lightly, not sure of how far she would go. And out of consideration for our neighbors. As I progressed to harder flogging she began to exhibit signs of…approval. So I continued to increase the level of intensity. Soon, I didn’t care about the neighbors. Soon I didn’t care about world hunger, a cure for cancer or anything else except for the beautiful, bloody welts showing up on her back and ass. After the passage of an unknown amount of time, I noticed a wet spot on the carpet and a long string of her juices hanging from her pussy. It was time. I pushed her forward onto the bed, told her to get on her knees. She did.

I got behind her and pushed my cock into her and heard her make her first sound since arriving. I grabbed her hips and I fucked her hard. That seemed to be the way she liked it. She came…repeatedly. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her long hair, pulling her head back, bringing her elbows off the bed (remember, her wrists were still clamped to the collar). She came harder. Now almost in a continuous wave. I pulled out of her, moved the head of my cock up a little and shoved it as far up her ass as I could get it! She instinctively pulled forward. I pulled her back with force and told her to, “never pull away from me, again,” She came repeatedly and she came hard. I came hard. After a few minutes, I withdrew from her, rolled her over on her back, removed the blindfold and kissed her. For a long time. This was our first kiss and the first time she had seen me in person.

That was Friday night. It wasn’t until Saturday afternoon we decided we needed nourishment and went out to find something to eat.

Neither of us was ready for the weekend to end on Sunday…but, it did. That was almost 19 years ago and from that moment on, she has been the love of my life. She moved in four months later. We were married four months after that. “Life is good”. But, that is another story.