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Waterfall Orgasms

My eyes open this morning with the sun shining through my window. I rested well. My first thought is, "I get to play with him today." Him. Who is he? He is the mysterious man who I met while on this crazy site that I would never think I would be on. With pictures of myself, no less! He is the one who messaged me and drew me in with flirty conversation. A DOM. My submissive tendencies made me want to continue chatting with him; just to make him happy. That is what we submissives DO. We crave that, "good girl." Though I wanted to meet him weeks ago, I was just too nervous. Is he real? Does he really look like he says? Is he really not married? Finally, he gave me his name. His REAL name. How did I know? Well, I Googled the name immediately and there was that handsome face, that smile his eyes looking back at me from his professional LinkedIn page. Handsome, successful, AND a DOM? No way. Yes. Yes way. Being a gentleman, to put me at ease he agreed to meet for a drink one Monday night. I arrived first. Nervous. Fidgety. He swaggered in behind me, put his hand on the small of my back as I sat at the bar, and said, "hello, Ginger" in that voice of his. Yes. Very handsome. Conversation was easy. He was funny. He was smart. We talked about his work and mine while we each had a couple of glasses of Chardonnay--my favorite. As the bartender asked if we would like another, I turned to him for direction. His eyes told me he had other plans. He directed me to follow him to his house. Am I really going to go to a stranger’s house? To fuck him? The day I meet him?! Apparently, yes. I have been so needy for so long. I need someone who knows how to handle me, to take me. That is precisely what he did. There were toys of all shapes and sizes, wrist, ankle, and neck wraps with rings, a magic wand, and of course…more wine. This story though is not about that first night--the night I overcame my fear of stepping into my needs and wants. This story is about today. With him. Unexpected new cravings and coming to know that I want this man in my bed and in my body for a long time. After I woke this morning and got ready for work, I could not contain my excitement. Yet I knew I had to wait for four more hours until I could be ravaged. That first night he told me that he had a strict rule of no panties and no bras. I browsed my closet for a bit. What in the world does one wear when it is 40 degrees in the morning, 70 degrees in the afternoon, and you can not wear panties or a bra?! I settled on a matte jersey black dress. It hid the new nipple piercings well enough though and I never wear panties with dresses. Black heeled riding boots would keep my legs warm today. Last time we were together he made my entire body glisten and my hair and makeup look freshly fucked. I concluded to wear my hair naturally curly as it looks most presentable post-coital, and I would have to return to work after. He had my mind on sex. I knew I needed release this morning, so I packed a little toy of my own to enjoy in the privacy of my office. And that I did. I texted him once I came and told him I really needed him to lick my pussy when I arrived. His response? “You will have to earn that.” Yes, sir.

Finally, it was eleven o’clock and time for me to leave for my “lunch meeting.” I scheduled extra time on my calendar today so that we would not be rushed. Traffic was awful and I was craving him. I pull into his driveway five minutes late. He greets me at his door with just his boxer briefs and undershirt on. And that smile. I was wet between my legs with just that smile. He welcomed me in and kissed me deeply. He grabbed my wanting breast and then felt my moist pussy. “Good girl. You remembered.” I melted then lifted my dress and threw it on the chaise lounge in his living room--simply not caring if it were going to be wrinkled for the second half of my work day. Daddy led me to his bedroom with me only in heeled black riding boots. Again, he has all his toys laid out on the hope chest at the foot of his bed. At least I thought they were all his toys. He again chose the wrist, ankle, and neck bands for me to wear. He then instructed me to lie on his bed. I obliged. “Open your legs for me.” I did. I always do what he asks. I am not a bratty sub. I simply want to please him. “You remembered what I told you and didn’t wear undergarments. You have earned this.” Oh, god! He licked my pussy lightly. Then a little more deeply. Then…he latched on to my clit just right like only he knows how to do for me. Slowly licking and suckling. Light pressure then a bit harder pressure. My body is already preparing for him to enter me. He continues this and I feel the anticipation building and almost reach orgasm then he pulls his mouth away, teasing me. Smirking at me. He then places his fingers inside me and finds that perfect spot then adds his skillful mouth to my clit. It took 30 seconds and my body was shivering from pleasure. “Thank you, daddy.” He walks around his bed so that he is above me. Orders me to lick his balls. I gladly obey. My mouth had been watering since he took off his boxers. His cock in my mouth felt incredible. He closed his eyes and let me take as much of him in my throat as I could. He then bent over and put two fingers in my pussy again. Fingering me just the right way and making my body squirt warm liquid on his fresh linens. Ooops. Sorry. He laughed it off as any gentleman like daddy would do. Then, he filled my mouth with a ball gag. Still naked except the cuffs on my wrists, ankles, and neck, he led me downstairs. We hadn’t been down there together yet. Then to the garage. It took me a moment to realize what I was seeing! It was a large steel structure I now know was a weightlifting something and a weight bench. He told me where to stand. I did. He told me to rest my hips on a swing-like canvas piece and bend over. I did. He connected my wrists to the bar in front of me and spread my legs to connect my ankles to the wide bars on each side. I made myself as comfortable as I could bound in this position. My body, still recovering from the squirting orgasm upstairs, was electric with anticipation. What in the world has he got planned? Just a moment later I knew. SLAP! My right ass cheek felt that. His hand slapping my ass slowly. I loved it. A few slaps to the other side and a whine from my ball-gagged mouth and he paused. Up and down my back I felt leather. He had reached for his riding crop. Yes! Slap, slap, slap, rub gently. Repeat. The excitement of not knowing how hard or where he was going to hit my body was exhilarating! My ass, my thigh, my happy lady mound? Yes. All of them. Another pause then the weight of the leather flogger on my ass and the small of my back wanting and needing him more. My body was red and I knew it was. Mental note: discuss photographing our “lunch appointments” with him later today. I would love to see my pale white ass with his red handprint on it. When he was finished, I was needing him inside me more than ever. He read my mind and gave my pussy what she needed. He removed the gag from my mouth and kept my body bent over and bound. Moving around behind me again I hoped he would pound me with that beautiful cock. That is exactly what he did. Slowly entering me at first and then grabbing my hips and using my hole for his pleasure. It just so happens I gain pleasure from him using me, too. Daddy made me squirt again, but this time on the soft mat in place for that. I was bent over, leaking my cum and his, and satisfied. This weightlifting contraption is large and strong. Likely four feet wide and seven feet tall. He moved me to the adjacent side of the structure. “Lift your arms.” Yes, sir. He connected my wrists to the top steel bar. This is going to be interesting. Again, he bound my ankles to the opposite bars so that my legs and pussy were open and waiting for him to do as he pleased. Then he unzipped what I suppose is his fun storage bag and withdrew his fun wand and an interesting hot pink attachment. I always love a good fun wand. I grow with excitement. The larger side he sinks inside my pussy. The smaller side he places carefully on my clit. I come in seconds. Daddy teases me a little bit and stopped the vibration. He placed the gag back in my mouth—I can only assume because my screams were loud, and the neighbors might come checking to see what he really does in that garage. He puts this insane toy inside me again and shows no mercy… Waves of warmth and ecstasy overcome my body one after another. I have never felt sexual excitement and unrelenting orgasms like that before. My entire body is wet and glistening from this pleasure he is giving me. My pierced nipples in his mouth. This incredible new toy vibrating inside me and on me and six, seven, eight hard and deep waves of orgasm overcoming me. I felt tears down my face. My body wet. He knows I can’t take much more and stops the wand. He un-latched my wrists from above me and caught my weak and vibrating body in his arms. He simply held me. Unable to think clearly or walk, daddy guides me to the cushioned bench. He has that look. The look of pure lust. I know he is about to fuck the hell out of me, and I welcome it…if I can balance on my back on this bench… One leg up and one leg down, he enters my dripping pussy. He knows how I like it. Hard and deep. Rhythmic. Not only his face, but his fit, beautiful body changes to total control. He grabs the circle on my collar and pulls me toward him. I lock eyes with him and simply say, “use me.” He does. His body fucking me simply for his pleasure is one of the sexiest things I have ever witnessed. I love men. I love watching a man cum. This man cumming in me after what he just gave me is the only thing in the world I want at that moment. I want to please him. I want him to come hard from his soul, like I had just moments prior. I watch his face for cues of his pleasure and like magic, we climax together. I can’t move. It is time for us to go back to work, but I can’t move. He extends his veiny, fucking sexy hand to help me up. I can’t walk. My body is still in afterglow and my legs are weak. He takes care to ensure I am safe on the way to his bedroom. Fan on? Check. Glass of water? Check. Afterglow cuddling? Check. After I regain my brain and most of my strength, I find my wrinkled dress in the family room and slip into it. I check my messy makeup and know he was thoughtful enough to not ruin it as much as last time as I must return to work. He escorts me to his door and kisses me. That long deep kiss. I cannot wait until my next appointment.

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