So What Exactly Happened with Her?
written by:
EroticTails

I was recently chatting online with a 30-something woman who was curious about a story I briefly alluded to, about one of the rare times a lass consented to meet me, though she had never seen or heard me prior our first meeting. She wanted the deets.

Why not I thought... here is the full retelling of a night, not too far in the distance of my past, that I shared...

My dear, new friend, as requested, this is what happened in toto. Enjoy the sticky ride. :)

--- Prologue ---

It had been two months now, since I started chatting with this lovely California lass, a beautiful brunette pixie, with a heart of gold and and the loins of a hussie; passionate on every level. My kind of lass. I'll call her Sinead (not her real name) and although fully American - born in the shadows of the Ozark mountains, she was borne from a deliciously decadent Irish ancestry.

We talked about everything, openly, honestly and with radical abandon; no stone was left unturned. Our conversations were intimate and deep and though I was the Dom to her budding sub, during this time, she was allowed the same freedom to ask of me, whatever questions I ask of her. This is the only way I know to enable the safety of a relationship to be nurtured, within a unencumbered (and in this case kinky) environ.

We'd been intimate with our respective stories online, learning about each other, teasing each other, mostly through text, emails and chats. We learned about each other's kinky proclivities, such as hers, to be spanked, told she was a bad girl and disciplined, to be masturbated in public and made to cum against her will, to be bound and gagged and completely under her Master's control. And mine, such as making her gag as she deep throated my cock, marking her as mine, kissing her passionately - usually in public, making her take off her panties and spreading her legs so I could finger her in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

It was time now to decide, should I take our interaction to the next level?

--- Chapter 1 ---

"Sinead, do you have Skype?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"And?"

"Sir, it would please me to show myself to you on camera, however you wish of me."

"Excellent, fire her up, show me your smiling face."

After giving her my secret Skype handle, one that only she had knowledge of, she called, and that familiar sing-song audio warble that is distinctively Skype's permeated the air. I answered, chat only, so that I would see her, but she could not see me. It was all part of my plan, of how I was going to take her for the first time...

You see, I never let a prospective sub hear me speak by phone or see me via video. I will however, let her call me via video-cam, so I can see and hear her, but she cannot see or hear me. She only knows me from what I write and how we communicate via the written word.

I also don't send pictures other than the one of me in my sarong, a torso shot only, my visage remains hidden and undisclosed. For all she knows, I could be the ugliest motherfucker on the planet. I'm not, but she doesn't know that. The mystery of my looks remains intact.

By the same token, I do require that she sends me pictures of herself, most often, as a test of their desire to truly be dominated by me. I will often give her specific instructions of what to wear, how to pose, what scene to set, etc. Sometimes, I will require that she demonstrate her creativity and/or her willingness/desire to be owned by me.

The key is in her desire to be true to herself and by extension true to me. This is the only way it works, more so for her than for me. For if she claims to have done something when she hasn't, she only lies to herself, not to me. My role in this process is to take control, to the degree that she wants to be controlled. And the more she surrenders to me, the richer and deeper the experience is for her. She cannot have it both ways, lie to herself and surrender to me.

"How are you this evening," I asked.

"MMMMM, good, excited."

"Excited? In what way?"

"I'm excited to be talking to you. Strangely, I'm aroused by the fact that you can see me, but I cannot see you. Though I very much want to see you Sir."

"I know you do, my lovely pet. Soon if all goes well... you say you are aroused, how so?"

I saw her telltale smile light up my screen... her eyes cast a momentary downward look before she answered, almost sheepishly, quietly, but also almost in a way proud. "I'm wet and swollen, Sir. I'm horny."

If she could see me, she would see my face light up with a satisfied smile. She was exactly where I wanted her to be, surrendering to me.

"Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are."

"Now, Sir? There are other people in the room with me."

"Who is there?"

"My roommate and her boyfriend."

"Yes, do it."

I could see her glance furtively over at the people just off camera and I could see her face get flushed with reddened embarrassment. I could see her arm move up and imagined her fingers snaking under whatever she was wearing and into her wet snatch. It was obvious the moment she touched herself, I saw her deep intake of breath and her eyes fluttering closed but for a moment.

I texted, "taste yourself."

She complied as I watched her arm move prior to her hand coming into frame before entering her mouth, her fingers seductively entering and exiting as she tasted her nectar...

"You are making me hard, I'm pleased." I saw her smile, knowing that her actions were both arousing and pleasing to me.

"Tell me, how wet, how tasty?" We kind of developed this abbreviated syntax of communicating...

"I'm hot, horny and in need of a cock deep in my pussy. I can taste my deep want and saltiness. Tasting myself is making me even hornier. I want to cum."

"Not yet, my pretty, I want you on the edge."

"I'm not too far, Sir, seriously, I need to cum."

"Are your roommates still in the room?"

"Yes, sir."

"What are they doing."

"They are watching TV."

"Where are you with respect to their location?"

" I'm at the table at the side of the room, where I have my laptop open."

"Can they see you?"

"Kinda, I'm not sure. All the lights are turned off in the room and only the glow of the TV and the computer are providing any light." All they can see if they care to look in my direction is my face behind the computer and maybe my lower torso under the desk."

"Hmmm, so if they look they can see directly into your crotch?"

"Yes, Sir."

I smiled. "I see you are wearing a lovely white spaghetti strapped tee, with no bra, as your tight little nips are lovingly letting me know of your excitement," and as I hit send, I watched as she looked down to acknowledge the aroused state of her nipples and look back at the cam and blush yet again. "What are you wearing down below," I asked?

"Just a pair of running shorts?"

"Panties?"

"No."

"Take them off."

"SIR?? Seriously??"

"Yes."

"Please sir, no, I cannot. They might be able to see my nakedness."

I did not respond. I left a cold blank screen staring her in the face.

I waited.

I watched her bite her lip and smiled as she contemplated whether or not to obey me. She always had the power to deny her compliance with any of my requests. But she also knew the consequence of such; a cessation of our conversation and relationship.

And while I've asked her all manner of things to do for me in the past, this was probably the most bold, the most risky, given these were people she knew and her kinky life had never been exposed to anyone in her real life previously.

Will she or wont' she.

I waited.

"Sir, I took my shorts off."

"Excellent, I'm pleased. How do you feel?"

"Scared, nervous."

"And?"

"Hot and very, very bothered. When I took off my shorts, I felt the crotch. It was super sticky and damp. The chair I'm sitting in, is now slick with my juices under my ass. I can smell myself too. I'm scared that they will be able to smell me as well."

Damn this was hot and turning me on. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, sir, very much."

"What are you fantasizing?"

"You slamming me down atop this table and slipping your hot cock inside my wet cunt."

"Is that what you want, to feel my big, thick and drippy cock, slipping into your wet tunnel?

She bit her lip, I could see her squirming in her chair, trying to rub her thighs together to bring some level of relief to her burning fires? Quietly, she uttered, on cam, "Yes Sir."

"Can I ask you something, Sir."

"Yes, pet."

"Are you aroused, are you horny."

"Yes, my lovely pet, I'm very aroused by how you please me. I'm actually playing with my cock, stroking him, feeling my precum oozing down the side. I'm using my thumb to spread my precum around my cockhead, to make it easier to rim him with my thumb and fingers."

The jolt of my words was obvious, her cheeks reddened, her body shot straight up, almost rigid, I saw one arm snake down to touch herself."

"NO, do not touch yourself!"

She made a sad face on camera. "Please," she wrote, "I'm dying here."

"Are you on the edge."

"Yes Sir."

"Do you want to come."

"Right now that is all I want."

"REALLY."

"Well to be honest"

"Go ahead."

"I want to kneel at your feet and do whatever you want."

"So if I ask you to lay on your back and masturbate for me until you come, you'll do it?"

"Yes Sir."

"In a room full of people watching you?"

"Yes Sir, without question."

"Pet, you please me greatly."

A big smile lit up the screen as she read my last comment."

"Masturbate yourself and let me watch your face."

"Yes Sir."

I watched as her arm denoted the telltale stroking that signaled she was frigging her quim off camera. Her eyes would flutter open and shut and her breathing became more and more erratic in its rhythm, the biting of her lip more frequent. She was getting closer and closer...

All of a sudden, she stopped. And looked off cam toward her roommates. It was obvious to me she had been caught or almost caught.

"What happened," I inquired?

"I think he saw me?

"How so."

"As I was getting closer and closer to cumming, I think I inadvertently moaned and he heard me."

"Is he still looking at you?"

"No, though I think he wants to. He seems to be trying to look at me sideways."

"OK, continue masturbating."

"WHAT SIR, please don't make me."

"Are you going to obey me?"

I watched as she tried to glare at me on the screen, as if to dare me to make her expose herself like that. But what she couldn't see, what I was seeing, is that secretly, she was loving the fact that I was forcing her to exhibit herself. Deep down, I absolutely knew she wanted me to make her masturbate and have him watch her cum.

"Are you going to make me tell you again?"

"No Sir, but it is now obvious that he is trying to watch me covertly."

"Don't think about what he may or may not see, just think about me fucking you on that table, my hot turgid cock, deeply impaling your hungry slit."

Her smile gave her away, her quick intake as her arm started moving again, her breathing and chest began to undulate in tune with her reignited passion. Back on track, I became more and more aroused as I watched her get more turned on. The lazy stroking of my cock, that I had been indulging, isn't cutting it.

I pulled my hand out from under my jocks and slid down my shorts so I could stroke my cock in earnest, along side this wanton exhibit of need and desire that was lovingly displayed upon my screen...

"Sir, can I cum, I'm very close."

"Not yet. But tell me, is he still watching."

"Yes, he is trying to... please sir, I need to cum, can I cum Sir?"

"No, not until you absolutely know he is watching you when you cum."

And at that moment, almost as if all the stars converged upon this single moment...

I watched as her faced tried desperately not to show that she was coming, but her body was jerking, her arm was stiffening and her eyes shut tightly as her mouth opened in that telltale "o" that is wont to happen...

She came. And so did I, my spunk all over my shirt, hand, cock and balls; I was a mess.

"I came Sir."

"I know, so did I"

"YOU DID," she typed as she smiled big across my screen.

"I did and you pleased me fantastically, with your accedence to my wishes."

"Oh god, what a rush. Thank you so much, Sir."

"Good girl."

"Tell me more."

"When you told me to make sure he was watching me when I came, it was weird, since I both wanted him to watch me and I didn't want him to watch me."

"Sir, I need to tell you something."

"What's that?"

"I think he has a hardon."

"How so?"

"Well, Sir, he's fidgeting and he keeps reaching down to adjust himself. I'm not sure, but I think I can see his erection. I also think he is trying to toy with my roommate's boobs, but she isn't having it... yet. If I know her, she'll be a randy lass in a few minutes if he keeps this up."

"Wow, this is such a turn-on, knowing I caused his hardon, Thank you Sir."

"You are most welcome. How do you feel, my delicious pet?"

"Horny, I need a good cock inside me. I want to cum again."

"Not tonight, my lovely lass, hold onto that thought." I could see she was pouting with my command, but all the same, I know she'll honor it.

It's time we call it a night. Sleep well my lovely.

"I will Sir. Do you require anything of me in the AM?"

"Just the usual."

"Oh yes Sir, with pleasure."

I smiled. "You never cease to amaze me, my lovely pet. Good night and sweet dreams."

"Good night Sir."

--- Chapter 2 ---

And while we enjoyed many such soliloquies and entanglements, there is only so many 'new' things you can do, before the cycle begins to repeat itself. The question was, was it time to meet? Part of the answer would be circumscribed by my pending trip to California, where I would be able to carve out a few days to meet and dominate this, now, very willing, hungry, horny and delectable woman. If truth be told, I was also very willing, hungry, horny and desirous. It was not a hard decision.

It is at this time that I must determine whether or not to meet. You'd think it would be an automatic yes, but it isn't. The chemistry needs to be right between us, the timing must be right and the intent must be pure. If I don't feel it is the right fit for the two of us, I've no choice but to decline the opportunity.

Fortunately, not meeting a prospect has only happened once. Because I got a strong sense that to meet her, once we did, it would have been difficult for her to let go. Simply put, as she was looking for an LTR and I was not, I felt I would leave her worse off for the encounter. Right or wrong, I felt it was better to curtail the hurt by not meeting than to invite its eventual prolongation.

Once I make the decision that we are to meet, there is a lot of preparation I must undertake. And since I do not want to give away all of my secrets, I'll divulge only the highlights to give you a sample.

To remind you, my prospective pet has yet to see me, has yet to hear me and has no idea about who I am, past the words and dalliance we've thus far shared. For all intents and purposes I remain a complete stranger; intentionally so.

The rules are as such:

1. At all times, through and up until I walk into the room for a first meeting, the prospective sub is 100% in control. I require this for two reasons, first to assuage whatever concerns she has about meeting a total stranger up to the point of no return and second, once I'm in the room, she signals her commitment to surrendering 100% of her control to me. This is a very powerful and juxtaposed moment - will she continue to control her domain or will she surrender? Until that very moment she has the ability to make whatever decision she deems best and I will accept whatever decision she confers. The catch is, if she opts to not to let me in the room, I will cease all communications and interactions with her forevermore.

2. She is to procure the appointed destination where we will meet, be it her home or hotel. Again for two reasons, a) to meet at a domicile where she feels most comfortable, helps to enable some semblance of safety, even if not 100% valid and b) if she is not comfortable opening her home to a complete stranger, she has the option of finding a hotel that provides her with the same modicum of safety and comfort.

3. She is to assemble whatever assortment of toys and tools we determine will be useful for this first meeting, as determined by our extensive conversation leading up to this tryst. She will lay everything out as I instruct her to do.

4. She is to set up the room according to my wishes. Though I have multiple scenarios I can choose from, it is not unusual for me to have her fashion a festoon of votive candles about the room, both for the romantic light it imbues upon a scene as well as the warmth it imparts upon the most oft naked flesh.

5. Once the room is set up, she is to text me that she is ready for me to come and dominate her. Then she is to wait for me, be it 10 minutes or an hour, in whatever position, wearing whatever clothes, or not, I've instructed for our first meeting.

With Sinead, who knew the experience would be as powerful and delicious as it was. I still get hard and drip when I remember what transpired.

So...

One evening, after two months of corresponding...

"Sinead, my lovely, pet. I think it is time we meet."

"Really Sir? I would really like that."

"Good."

"I'm smiling ear-to-ear Sir. You make me happy." :)

"Excellent. First, where do you want to meet. At home or at a hotel?"

"At a hotel, Sir, please. If I do it at home, I won't be able to let go and surrender the way I know you want me to."

"Fair enough. I'm coming into town next week, Thursday, through the weekend. Please find a local hotel that you like. Book it (I'll pay you back) and once you get your room assignment, you are to text me the details immediately from the front desk.

"Yes Sir."

"In prep, I need you to make sure your pussy is freshly shaved, as are your legs and underarms."

"With pleasure Sir. Can I oil my skin for you too?

"Yes you may. Know that you please me when you take these kinds of initiatives on my behalf."

"Thank you Sir, I like pleasing you."

"OK, for when we meet, I require that you strip completely naked, get on your knees, at least ten feet away and face the door. You are to spread your legs wide enough so your naked and newly shaved pussy is fully exposed to the air and my sight when I eventually walk in the door. Any questions?"

"No Sir, all good."

"You are to put on a blindfold and wear your music headset. Turn on your ipod so the music is loud enough to obscure any and all room noise. I do not want you to know when I come into the room."

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

"Once you are ready to get into position, you are to text me, but not before you set the security latch so the door is left partly ajar and unlocked. Once on your knees, I want you to clasp your hands together and put them behind your head so your tits jut high and proud upon your chest as you await my arrival."

"Oh sir, I'm getting wet, thinking about this."

"Very good, my pet, this pleases me."

"Thank you. I do have a question Sir."

"Yes?"

"Since the door is unlocked with the latch in the way, what if someone else sees that is it open."

"They can always enter."

Silence, no response. I could tell she was thinking.

"OK."

"OK, what?"

"OK, Sir."

"What were you going to say?"

"It makes me very nervous that someone else could come in and take advantage of the situation."

"I understand." I made no attempt to assuage her concern.

"I have to admit, as you've asked me to be completely transparent with my thoughts in the past, this thought also excites me."

"That a complete stranger, who is not me, might take you."

"Yes, that. Truthfully, I am so horny for you, so ready for you to own me. I want you, not someone else."

"Ah my pretty pet, thank you for acknowledging your desires."

"Now get to prepping."

"Yes Sir... goodnight."

--- Chapter 3 ---

The day of reckoning had arrived. If I am honest, even though I have been in total control of the situation from the get and she seemed to have carried out all of my instructions as I've outlined thus far, I still have the butterflies. The neat (and scary) thing about this kind of interaction, even though we both have shared a lot of intimacy and I have the benefit of seeing her on camera and hearing her, we are, for all intents and purpose, still complete strangers who will soon interact for real for the first time.

To date, I've teased her mind mercilessly. I've denied her orgasms multiple times, once for several weeks (another story, for another time perhaps), I've made her cum in public. I made her masturbate overtly in front of her roommate's boyfriend (that was a hell of a story too). I made her stand naked in the hallway at her office in the late afternoon, when supposedly everyone was gone (apparently not everyone, but she did manage to not get caught nonetheless). I made her dress up in slut clothes or go to work with no bra and panties underneath a staid work blouse and skirt and much more. She proved repeatedly her absolute desire to submit to me.

Even so, as is every man's trepidation, whether they admit it or not, no matter how much they may view themselves as god's gift to women (don't worry, I don't remotely think this; yet I am confident in my 'skilz'), the wonder still occurs, "what if I cannot satisfy her?"

I quickly abated the negative thought.

My phone buzzes, the text arrived, "Room 1248"

"Excellent my pet, I texted back, "I'll see you soon."

What she didn't know is that I had gotten to the hotel ahead of her. I watched as she walked in and went up to the front desk and watched as she complied with my instruction to text me immediately upon receiving her room.

Excellent.

Though I was not assured that I would be able to, this instruction did afford me enough time to get up to the twelfth floor and find a place to observe her entry onto the floor. It wasn't long before I saw the bellhop wheeling her suitcase ahead of her to her room. If only he knew what was inside, things like a flogger, handcuffs, ropes, dildos, butt plugs, vibrator, lubricants, other choice toys and an assortment of sexy clothes for the weekend.

I must let you know, I did the above, not because I was worried, but because I was selfish. I truly did not want anyone to enter the room before I did. She was mine.

Indeed, no one did enter before I did, though a maid came close to doing so and just when I was about to step out to stop her, she continued on her merry way. It was time.

I walked up to the door, walked in and when I did, I found her exactly as I had instructed. If she could see me, she would see how pleased I was. Even more pleasing was the fact that she was incredibly aroused as I could smell her deep want upon first entering the room.

I closed and locked the door behind me, proceeded to walk around her slowly, being very careful not to touch her. I took pictures from both the front and back, top and bottom, and just let her sit there for about 15 more minutes. She had no idea if I was there or not. I wanted to see if she had the presence of mind and composure to maintain her position.

I have to admit, she took my breath away, her beauty, her submission, her arousal and her physical presentment, totally naked, puffy pussy, pert nipples and chest rising and falling, indicating her nerves. I was hard within seconds upon my entry; uncomfortably so. But he will have to wait.

That she was unaware of my presence was made abundantly clear when I finally knelt down, I could really smell her arousal now. My face was within inches of hers, I could see a few beads of sweat forming at the edge of her hairline, just above her ears. I wanted so much to kiss her (I so love to kiss - to me that is one of the most intimately real things two people can share with each other, no matter if kink or vanilla), but I curtailed my burning desire.

Instead, I slowly reached down between her legs and could literally feel her hot heat of need. Closer and closer I drew my fingers to her cunt and more and more I felt her heat, until I touched her fat and swollen quim.

She jumped, now realizing she was not alone. She started shivering. I think in part from fear, she didn't know if it was me or an even more complete stranger. I think too, her having to hold the position for as long as she had, had to be wearing. And I think, in part, from the excitement of knowing it was probably me who was touching her pussy.

Suffice to say, I was very, very pleased.

After a few strokes along her crease, teasing her lips and nubbin, I further pushed my fingers inside, deeply, to the juncture of my other fingers, to feel her wetness (soaked) and watched as her nipples tightened up in arousal; as I caressed her G spot. I could also feel her squeeze her pussy around my fingers. I think she was about to cum.

I removed her headset, turned off the ipod and cast it aside...

"NO, you cannot cum, I said quietly but with hissed insistence."

She bit her lip and complied. But as I had previously admonished, she was not to speak at all, unless I allowed her the opportunity to do so.

I continued to stroke my fingers in and out of her pussy, she started to undulate her hips in tune with my strokes, pressing hard against the base of my palm whenever I was completely buried deep inside. I never varied my tempo, kept it intentionally slow, keeping her on the edge, as her elbows started to droop under the combined wear of holding the position as well as her increasing arousal.

"Do NOT drop your arms," I barked.

"She quickly raised her arms back up and instinctively pushed her chest out to show me her proud and, I must admit, beautiful tits. How much I wanted to bite her tight, taut nipples just then.

I slowly removed my fingers from her slathered and messy cunt, my fingers now completely coated with her sex juices and painted my way up the front of her torso. Slow, steady, I watched the glean of her elixir reflect the path I just traveled, until I reached her mouth, where I pried her lips open so she could suck them clean. She did, hungrily. She was mine to do with as I wished.

I then took her under her arms and beckoned for her to stand. She did and once erect, I grabbed her her arms and lowered them to her sides. I stepped back, continued to walk around her and from time to time would touch some part of her, her neck, her thigh, her tummy, the inside of her knee, everywhere that was not sexual. Just touch, just caress, even running my fingers through her hair.

It was my turn. so aroused was I. Here was a woman who was going to let me do whatever I wanted, of her own free will, of her own desire, even of her own need.

I took my time stripping my clothes from my now overheated torso. My shorts were soaked through with my precum, so aroused was I. My cock tented my jocks big time, before I lifted the waistband over its angry wet cockhead. All the while, I left her standing there, wondering what was going to come next... if only she could see my hard cock, now pointing at her naked flesh.

Obviously I liked what I saw, this petite brunette, with full luscious red lips (as one of my instructions was that she paint her lips a bright red hue). The end of my cock was literally dripping precum onto the floor, a sure sign of my own supreme hunger wanting surcease.

A brief aside: part of the reason this was so arousing for me, amongst her many revelations, she informed me, she had never been 'taken' before, she'd never been owned. It was a big secret for her, a deep secret, her desire, no, her wanting so achingly bad, to belong to a man, to find a man willing to take her, to use her for his purposes, however he wished; she would have no say in the matter, she wanted no say, no control.

It had been a big relief for her... to tell me of this dark desire, not quite to the point of wanting to be r*ped, but because she actually had been r*ped previously, involuntarily. This experience had been a complete let down; he came the instant his head penetrated her fleshy outer lips and he was out as quick as he pushed his way in. She never got to feel his full length buried deep within her hungry sheath. What she dare not admit to anyone, until me, was that the experience actually turned her on and made her very, very wet.

No, she surmised, after the fact, it was not the act of being r*ped that made her wet, it was the fact that she had no control over what he did with her. It was from this experience that she realized how much she wanted to be owned, in that caveman-takes-cavewoman-by-the-hair kind of way.

I stood there, knowing full well what she wanted. I knew precisely what she needed and I was excited by the prospect of being the one to take her submissive virginity. Not that it mattered that she had never been owned before, but that I could teach her how to be a good sub, more for her than for myself. But I digress.

--- Chapter 4 ---

I stood there, contemplating my options. It had been all of about five minutes, the time it took me to disabuse my torso of the clothes it wore. I lightly stroked my cock. I knew what I wanted to do.

First, I came up behind her and stood next to her, so she could feel my heat, my flesh as it came into contact with hers. I positioned my cock so that it was neatly embedded between her thighs and just below her wet drippy cunt. Her thighs were now wet enough that I could lightly piston myself in and out. As she had been standing there with her feet slightly apart, I whispered into her ear, "pull your feet together side by side." She complied as I requested, which had the obvious affect of tightening the hole into which I had slipped my hungry cock.

I reached around with both arms, my chest and abs were now pressed firmly against her back, my cock was pulsing just below her cunt and my hands now grabbed her tits, feeling their heft and weight before pinching her nipples... HARD!

She mewled, she moaned, but she did not speak. "Very good my lovely, pet, you are behaving as I wish."

She smiled, pleased with the fact that she pleased me, as I could now observe via the full-length mirror on the back of the hotel room door. Thank god for these upscale hotel rooms.

As I further pinched her nipples and watched as she bit her lips to keep from crying out, I proceeded to fuck her thighs, feeling her wet lips splitting as my cock began to be coated from the copious amount of dew juice she was secreting... several times I almost wanted to bend her over and take her...

Indeed, I could feel my wanton desire increase, just as I felt hers, she pressed her ass back against me every time I pressed my cock forward and she tried to squat down, to try to get my cock to enter her, which had the unintended affect of opening her thighs, so she was effectively stuck between a rock and a hard place.

How delicious this all was, for both of us.

I kept this up for a bit. Not talking, just taking her, fucking her thighs from behind, feeling them trying to flex around my purpled meat, her cunt trying to will me to enter her honey pot, and as aroused as I was, as she surely was too. i was not ready to take her.

I pulled away, "Kneel down on your knees, sit back on your haunches," I demanded.

Down she went as instructed.

I came around to her front and walked in close. I know by now she could smell my musk, my cock was right there. I could see her nostrils flare, trying to take in as much of my scent as she could.

I grabbed my cock, smeared my precum and proceeded to push my cockhead towards her mouth, until she felt its wetness upon her lips.

She opened to let me in. I pushed my cock until the head was just beyond her teeth. And waited.

I wanted to see what she would do. I could feel her tongue reaching out to taste me. I could feel her lick my pee-hole. It felt incredible.

"Put your hands on your thighs. She did.

I continued to wait.

She continued to try and suck me in, tasting me with her tongue.

And when I was ready. I reached behind her head with one hand, grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and slowly pressed my cock in.

As deep as I could go.

She did not complain...

She did not move...

Only when I was completely inside and at the back of her throat did she begin to gag. And gag.

I did not release her.

She did not move her hands.

She did not complain.

She took all of me; her red lipstick now smeared along my cock.

In compliance.

Her body wracked by her increasing gags...

I released her and she gasped. Big gulps of air.

Tears running from under her blindfold.

She had taken me sight unseen.

"OK, my pet, you've earned my pleasure. Suck me as you wish.

And with a voraciousness, I had yet to experience from her, she started sucking on my cock, hard. She had not moved her hands (good girl), so I reached own and grabbled them both to raise them to my cock, letting her know that she could touch me now too.

My god, was she a phenomenal cocksucker. She knew exactly what buttons of mine to push. It wouldn't be long before I would lose my seed deep within her mouth.

Is that what I wanted?

No.

I pulled away, just before I hit the point of no return. I had to tense my muscles and breathe deep, to bring me back from the precipice of my own orgasm.

That was oh so fucking close!

She was sad, I could see it on her face. She wanted me to blast my cum down her throat. She wanted me to mark her and make her mine with my seed.

"On your feet, bitch."

I could see the word caused her a bit of consternation.

"No, my pet, you have not displeased, me. If anything, you have greatly pleased me. I called you my bitch, because that is what you want to be."

"Am I correct?"

Yes she nodded, remembering my instructions.

"Good girl."

And while she stood there, waiting for me, I went about preparing for the next experience.

I stripped the bed of its sheets, except for the fitted sheet.

I tied the ropes to each of the four corners...

"Lay down on the bed," I instructed, as I led my still blindfolded filly to its edge. "Spread eagle."

"Do not move."

What a sight to behold, her naked, compliant and horny. Not sure what was going to come next. I could smell her arousal. Oh, and one more thing. I had not let her come for about a week and a half prior to this meeting. I know she was incredibly horny and in deep need. Such is the naughty Dom that I am.

I reached down and began to finger who swollen lips, admiring the unique contours of her pussy, her fat outer lips, her inner lips swollen and expanding out from behind, her clit all swollen, her hood rolled up, beckoning me to play with her some more.

She started to inch her knees up.

"DON'T MOVE," I said.

She whimpered her acquiescence, as I continued my digital assault on her clit. My thumb alternating between hard and soft caresses.

With a now light touch upon her button, I started to speed up my frigging atop her clit, directly. I could see her struggle between wanting to move and wanting to obey my instruction. Perfect!

I brought her to the edge of an orgasm and just before it was too late. I stopped touching her and told her, "Do not cum."

Her moan was loud and involuntary, her disappointment palpable.

I smiled, quite pleased with the way things were.

I leaned in, my face now inches away from her pussy. I could feel the heat reflecting off my face. I blew a cool breath upon her heat. She jumped. Still fighting my instructions not to move, it was almost as if she was trying to pull me into her crotch, that she may feel me taste her.

Not that she had to, for this was my intent. I leaned in and first. I kissed her budding clit, lightly. Then I reached out to lick her slit with my tongue. I started at the base of her ass and licked upward with one long lick, until the flattened blade of my tongue raked across her protruding hardness and disappeared.

She bucked and shuddered, her breath was sputtering, her skin was bright red and flushed.

"Did you cum?"

She shook her head, no.

"Are you close?"

She violently nodded in the affirmative.

"Excellent."

I got off the bed and proceeded to go to each corner of the bed, first slipping the noose around both of her wrists and tightening the link so she was firmly attached to the upper posts. Then I did the same thing her ankles, but with some slack left in the rope.

"Bend your knees," and she did. I let them rise up to a point, before I tightened down the ropes and she could not bend them further.

"Stay."

She did.

I climbed back on the bed and knelt between her upright knees, my hard cock hungry and hot, almost to the point of hurting.

I knee walked in, I knew she knew what was coming. My legs were now up against her upturned thighs, my balls were slapped against her crack and the base of my cock was sitting atop her wide open and wet cunt.

"You can talk now," as I released her from my previous instruction. "Are you still wanting to submit to me?"

"Yes, Sir," she said, with no hesitation.

And with that, I started to push my hard cock along her wet slit; the angle wasn't so great, I really should have her legs up in the air, but this will suffice for now... at least her clit was feeling my heat.

I pulled back. I positioned my cockhead at the entrance. I slipped my cockhead inside, just my cockhead and stopped.

She bit her lip, her skin reddened. I remembered her r*pe experience; this was as far as he got.

I pushed deeper, slowly, just a bit, her knees involuntarily splayed outward as far as she could managed with her ankles tied.

I stopped.

The pause was pregnant.

The uncertainly was present.

And then...

I pulled out til my cockhead cleared its wet prison and then, in one fell swoop, press hard and buried myself deeply inside her, she could feel my pubic bone crushing her clit between us. I ground my hips. I could feel her tempo increasing, her need increasing, her raspy breath increasing.

I pulled out and rammed in again deep...

I was fucking her. She who had never seen or heard me, who had consented to being mine sight unseen, who had sucked my cock, who was now being fucked by me, taken, owned and, all mine.

My tempo increased, my cock pistoning quickly, in and out, gleaming with her cunt juice, her hands holding onto the rope, trying hard to break out so she could reach down and touch me, maybe even hold me, her legs flailed,, fighting the noose that held them tight, trying to bust out, but losing that battle at every turn.

She writhed... she met each thrust of mine with her own thrust, I could feel her wanting to come. It won't be long now. So long had she been deprived, so long has she wanted to be mine, so long had she wanted to feel me take her submissive cherry.

I reached down, one hand encased her throat, the other reach for a taut nipple to twist. Her reaction was immediate.

She bucked, she humped, her breathing quickened. She was on the slope. It was only a matter of time now before she had no choice to to succumb to all the sensations, the emotions, the surrender and the heat of the moment.

My grip tightened on her throat, my cock rammed incessantly in and out. She knew the rules...

"Sir, I'm going to cum, am I allowed to cum."

I said nothing.

I kept at it. Seeing if she would be able to withstand the onslaught of my insistent need upon her flesh.

I buried my cock.

I kept it there.

I again ground her clit between us.

I pinched her nipples, my fingernails digging into her sensitive flesh.

"Sir, Sir, Sir... please... um... ah... Sir... I'm goin... going... Ah... AH....

AHHHHHHHHHH... Sir, pleeaaasse,,,, let me cum... UM, I cannot... gasp... cannot... oh... OOHHHH.. Sir.. SIIIIIIRRRRRRRRR....

Her writhing was animal, with lost abandon...

I leaned, down... and whispered deep into her ear, "cum to me, my lovely...." cum to Daddy....

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD.... OH...... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NOOOOOOOOOO... YESSSSSSSS... AIYYYYYYYY...

She came...

I continued to stoke my cock inside her cunt.

I did not let up...

Her skin was flush, she was sweating profusely, she was panting, she was out of control, her head was thrashing from side to side, she continued to pull against the unrelinquishable bonds that held her firmly to the bed...

I reached down to toy with her clit as I continued to stroke my cock in and out... "are you with me my lovely pet."

"Yes. I. Am. Sir. she said between breaths"

I reached around and untied her blindfold and removed it from her eyes.

At first she squinted, until her eyes were able to adjust to the light. And then she focused upon my grinning face looking intently at her. And as she did, a smile creased her face. She was pleased with what she saw. Very pleased as the smile grew bigger and her grin turned into uncontrollable giggles.

The neat thing about this whole process, you cannot fake this moment. If she didn't like what she saw, it would have been virtually impossible for her to mask that emotion. For in that moment, having been completely and thoroughly fucked and completely worked up, there is no way her conscious mind would have enough time to put out a controlled thought; there is no intent, only reaction.

I was supremely pleased and I told her so. She mirrored the sentiment.

All while I continued to slip my cock in and out of her wet horny hole.

I reached around and untied her ankles. So I could take them both in my hand and hold them up in the air.

Now I fucked her with abandon. And as I did. She started to climb the orgasm tower yet again.

"Can I cum, Sir? I'm getting close."

"Yes you can, cum all you like, from here on out, you do not have to ask."

"She smiled," It was as if the dam broke, she came and came again. I had NO idea that she was multi-orgasmic. At least ten more times before I lost count and I had yet to cum.

I slowed my tempo and I could feel her cunt pulsating around my cock with aftershocks. I reach over her head to untie her wrists.

I pulled out and grabbed her off the bed, walked her over to the mirror and pressed her tits and face first against it.

I pulled her ass back and bent her over. She knew what I meant to do.

She spread her legs and braced her hands against the mirror.

She arched her back to give me better access...

I lined up my cock and pressed it deep into her cunt. As tempting as it was to go in her back door, I'll save that cherry for another time (she was truly an ass virgin).

I wanted to watch her. I wanted her to watch me via the mirror. It was now my turn to take her.

I fucked her... slowly at first. It didn't take long for me to bring her back to her multi-orgasmic state-of-being.

She came, she screamed, her knees buckled and I had to forcibly hold her up so I could continue to fuck her.

She was dripping sweat and so was I.

I reached forward and grabbed her hair, yanked on it as I pummeled my cock over and over into that sloppy wet cunt of hers....

"Getting close..." I told her.

"I'm going to cum soon, my lovely pet."

"Yes, fill me up Sir, I want your cum in me." She said as she gasps between cums...

I quickened, my speed a blur, I didn't care if I pulled her hair too hard that it hurt, she was going to have to take whatever I wanted to dish out. The beast in me took control. I needed to fuck her, I needed to cum inside her...

Involuntarily, I spanked her ass. It startled her.

I spanked her again.

And again.

Hard,

Her ass grew red and redder as each swat landed with a solid thud.

She cried, she screamed. Lord knows why no one called down to the desk to complain of our noise.

One solid swat and she started to cum again, tensing up, arching her back, never letting go of the mirror with her hands.

I started to cum... to jet my seed... she could feel my cock pulsing with with a massive orgasm.

She screamed.

I grunted...

I pressed hard against her twat and she milked me for all I had...

We collapsed into a heap, onto the floor. So totally spent, we were...

My cock escaped her heavenly hole,

My creampie dribbled out...

I reached down to cup the mixture of her elixir and my cum.

I smeared it on her tits, on her torso....

"You are mine," I said.

She smiled.

And then, quite to my surprise, she grabbed my hand and brought it up to her mouth, where she licked it clean.

And once she was finished, I leaned in, cupped her head in my hands and kissed her... fiercely and with abandon. Her kiss in return matched the intensity of my own. It was sublime. It was intimate. It was real.

And then, after a fashion, she leaned back, smiled at me with eyes of pure pleasure and glee, and pushed me back onto the floor, before she curled up at my side, with her head on my chest, her hand playing with my nipple and her legs sandwiching mine. I could feel her wetness upon my thigh.

It didn't take long, She quickly fell into a very deep and satiated sleep.

I laid there and just listened... to her quietude, as her breathing slowed and lengthened, content and feeling safe.

I held her.

I kissed her matted forehead...

I smiled...

Indeed I was very pleased.

And that... my new online friend, was first few hours of the first of four days we spent together...

And will also be the end of this story for now. Not sure if I will pen Chapter 5 and beyond.

It is my most sincere hope that you are now incredibly hot and bothered... and leaves you hungry for a release, if not wanting to experience belonging to someone just the same...

As the old saying goes... be careful what you ask for. :)

Cheerio.