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November 29, 2005
For Lunch
As she drove out of the driveway filled with a mix of anxiety, anticipation, excitement and she also wondered what was she getting herself into. On the one hand she should've been concerned or at least a little worried, but on the other, her curious, almost childish nature lead her to the wildest situations and experiences, like today driving to meet yet another Dom who had answered her advert in Paddles.
It was kind of strange to be meeting a guy she hadn't spoken to, hadn't met, yet she felt compelled to follow his instructions included in his long letter of introduction. So here she was driving to his place, during his lunch hour. As she approached his building, she looked out for the open garage door where she was to park and prepare . Having found the vacant garage, she drove up, parked and got out. Looking around, she had a feeling someone was watching her, but she couldn't see anyone, so she continued to walk up to the two wardrobes he had described, found the blindfold and what she assumed were nipple clamps. She continued to follow his instructions, which were etched in her mind forever. Until she stood between the two free standing wardrobes, naked, blindfolded and with her nipples clamped. Hearing the traffic in the distance made her feel a little uncomfortable, anyone could walk in at any time and find her there, naked, vulnerable and wanting ... Before long, he did.Leading her by her clamped nipples, up a carpeted staircase, 'til he stopped and shoved her to the floor, grabbed her by the wrists and forced them behind her back, enabling him to bind them with some kind of soft material. So there she was, blindfolded, nipples clamped, wrists bound behind her back, he pushed her head to the floor. Naturally her arse tilted upward and before she had any chance to second-guess him, she felt an almighty whack on her arse and then another and then another, each a little louder and harder than the last... Then quiet, she looks to her right, left, but dared not look up 'til he advised her that she could relax - 'for now'.
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With the blind fold removed she sat up, almost sitting on her hands, not knowing who or what to expect. And he's standing in front of her, a smallish framed man, gray haired, drinking from the largest brandy balloon she had ever seen, looking down at her. No words were exchanged. He beckons her to the leather lounge, patting it invitingly with the paddle he had evidently been using on her arse. She crawls, rather awkwardly to the lounge as he watches she assumes her vulnerable helpless state amuses him, may even arouse him. Once at the lounge she looks up at him, wondering how she is meant to get up to sit on it, under the circumstances, having her wrists bound 'n' all. By this stage her nipples were incredibly tender and she would've given anything to have the clamps removed, she could've asked for them to be removed, couldn't she? Yes? No? Did she KNOW what she wanted? Yes? No? She was in such a state, and as her mind calculated her options, her back felt the sting of another whack. She looked around at him, they stared at each other in absolute silence, he grabbed her by the shoulders and placed her on the leather couch. It was cold, yet comforting to the heat of the welts she had received as her welcome gift. But she wasn't allowed more than a few moments grace, when he walked up, knelt before her and briskly removed the clamps. She gasped; he grinned, that Cheshire Cat, "I'm very pleased with myself," kind of grin. And just when she thought she had had all her senses could take, he gently pushed her back, so as her tits were properly exposed to him and he went about whipping them, she gasped, biting her lip. She felt like crying, screaming, but instead her cunt was in charge - isn't it always? She felt her cream well up in her cunt, running down her flaps, across her inner thighs.
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She panicked, should she try and hide what was happening between her legs? He approached, unzipped his trousers and stuck his half-erect cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes, sucking him, pleasuring him, and thinking if she 'shows him a good enough time, maybe he won't notice her wetness.' But despite her expertise in the cock-sucking department, he couldn't help himself but to shove a hand between her legs and thus discover how much pleasure she had already derived from the experience. This made him angry, without saying a word, he thrust his now very stiff cock further and further down her throat, making her gag, which triggered his orgasm. Once he had relieved himself he seemed to lose all interest in sex, in her, he left her alone for a moment, presumably to clean up. He returned with a bundle of things, she recognised her clothes, which he dumped unceremoniously beside her. He untied her hands, still having barely spoken to her. Once she was dressed he walked her to her car. He appeared to be anxious about returning to work. She is left not knowing what he felt, if indeed he felt anything. Whereas she couldn't wait to get home, lock herself in the bathroom and check out the signs of her having behaved badly. My nipples were hard even though the water was hot and I could feel the soft pulsing of my vagina and the ache behind. I wanted relief but I knew I couldn't. The last time I had played with myself was a couple of days ago over the phone for her. I loved the unexpectedness, the wickedness and the feeling of doing her bidding as I had to strip off after having to strip naked in the house. That last time I had been in the kitchen and the idea that someone might see in, see me naked and frantically masturbating as I held the phone was in itself exciting. After that she had told me I had not to do it again until after we had been out. She had told me that she wanted me hot and ready for when she saw me. She was right, I was very ready. I had spent hours looking through my wardrobe to find just the right thing to wear in the morning. Marianne had specified a skirt, a relatively short one too, a tight top and hold up stockings. It had limited my choice but I had gone out and bought things I hoped would be what she wanted, including new underwear. I had already learnt that I desperately wanted to please her.
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The few times I had seen her had made me realise that I loved sex with women, regardless of my initial disquiet, and that I became excited at the things that she would have me do. They weren't just straight, no that wasn't the right word, (!), it wasn't just the normal things that a woman could do with me, but more the more embarrassing things too that excited me. When she made me exhibit myself to her so she could see or watch, when she made me take up embarrassing positions, things like that, I found that I became even more aroused. I felt like a little girl with her even though there was only a few years between us. I always felt that she was in charge and I was safe. It made me both excited and secure when I was with her. Secure but insecure, it was such a strange heady mixture of feelings and emotions. With the bath towel wrapped around me I looked at the bed as I went back into the bedroom. I slid off my wedding rings and put them away into my purse. I remembered her visit here the previous week when she had made love to me all over the house so that I would remember when I was alone or with Andrew, my husband. It had succeeded too. Even doing mundane tasks like pouring coffee at the table would bring rushes of excitement and arousal as I remembered laying on the kitchen table as she kissed between my legs, watching TV with my feet on the footrest brought memories of kneeling up on it naked for her. The few times I had answered the door had made me blush as I remembered my nakedness as I let her in. Naked, as she had stipulated. The worst was in bed of course. With Andrew, in bed, I was aroused because of my memories and yet he wasn't what I wanted. It was agony. Strangely he had wanted me often. We hadn't had sex this month before then. Maybe it was my pheromones, maybe I was giving off my arousal so much, I didn't know. I closed my eyes and felt Marianne's fingers in my wetness, felt her fingers on my breasts, felt her relative lightness on my body.
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Posted by Tony at 07:18 PM