0 comments/ 8775 views/ 5 favorites Meeting Anita By: britannicus This is not a fantasy or a recollection of an encounter gone by but a description of something yet to come very soon. Everything in this story is about to come true on the fifth of December. ***** I first met Anita on line and got to know her as a special lady - I guess you could put both of us in the 'mature' bracket but it hasn't dimmed this gorgeous lady's libido one bit. Long curling hair and pale smooth skin, she's petite to say the least. Her skin is smooth and sensitive, her buttocks and breasts still firm mounds just crying out to be fondled, sucked, pinched... but more of that later. Most of all Anita is woman who loves to please. She is a regular swinger and has other partners, but when she is wearing my collar, she belongs to me. She trusts me to push her to her limits and encourages me to use her. She knows that at the end she can say "no" and it will all stop, but somehow, instinctively we know what each other need. In a few weeks I will be flying out to Brazil on business. I have already booked the hotel at the airport the night before I leave and Anita will get her instructions, things will go something like this... The morning before Anita will start to prepare herself - She knows what "Sir" likes. Taking her time she showers and shaves her lovely mound smooth, applies a little delicate perfume. Already she's moist, but "Sir" has forbidden her to play with her pussy. She fingers her rosebud anus, makes sure her rectum is clear for when I choose to fill it. Through her almost ritualistic preparations her arousal and excitement builds throughout the morning, so by late morning she's naked except for stockings and heels in her hallway just behind the unlocked door waiting for me to arrive. I park the car in her driveway, and climb out, I'm wearing a dark business suit, crisp white shirt. I knock on the door, push it open and stop to relish the sight. Kneeling, naked in the hall way Anita's ready, eyes demurely turned down, hands clasped behind her back. When she speaks her voice is quiet but soft and sensuous "Good morning Sir,I'm yours to command." On the floor in front of her is her collar. "Good morning Anita I trust that you're ready to please me today?" She nods slightly, then lowers her gaze again. I step forward to her, place my hand under her chin, tilt her head upwards until she looks up at me. She's still kneeling, and as I tilt her head back, her beautiful breasts thrust forward. She's already breathing deeply and I can't resist a sharp pinch on her hard nipples and am rewarded by a sharp intake of breath. I fix her collar in place - Now she's my property. "Turnaround: all fours, push that bum as high as it will go." I command, obediently she drops to her forearms and presents her gorgeous rump to me I can't resist fondling the gorgeous flesh - I crouch lower over her, feeling the smooth globes in my palms, such a wonderful fit. Her position already opens her cleft, and with the fingers of my left hand I split her wider for me to observe and enjoy. I slip two fingers into her sopping pussy - Anita's well trained enough to know not to touch me, herself or cum without permission whilst she's mine. I work my fingers in her pussy until she starts to groan. I rub her clit firmly- her juices coat my fingers. When aroused Anita sobs and gasps, and as she starts I pull my fingers out "enough for now - you may lick my fingers clean." She turns round, still on all fours and sucks her own taste from my fingers slowly. I stand her up - load her bag in the car and she puts on a long coat. She's not to button it until permission is given. It's a half hour drive to the hotel and at several points Anita is required to get out and expose herself to Sir. It's December and I see she's cold but I still have her remove the coat completely in a deserted lane a mile or so from the Hotel. I take a souvenir photo or two and permit her to get back in the car. Reaching into the bag of toys I remove a Butt plug and some lube. I lube up her arse liberally. Anita purrs and grunts just slightly as the butt plug (not too large) slips into her hole. I let Anita wrap a silk scarf to disguise her collar. I go in, whilst she waits obediently in the car. It's a reasonable three star and the guy at reception the checks me in. I go to the room and start to unpack our toys, make the room ready and text her the room number to join me. When she taps on the door I respond with a short "enter!" The door pushes open and she enters to the room - it's darkened and I'm sitting by the light in silhouette. "Step up to the switch on the floor." There is a light cane lying on the floor about ten feet from me and she walks as far as the line "No further for the moment Anita." She nods - she has not been given permission to speak. "Well no need for that dreadful coat now is there? Or that scarf is there?" Again she shakes her head - eyes downcast, and the coat and scarf fall to the floor. I instruct her to pose for me showing off her body - hands above head, bending over turning on the spot. Then "Kneel!" swiftly, she adopts the position, head down, hands behind her back. I throw her the end of a rope. It has a clip on the end - "put this on your collar!- So Anita, I hear you've been misbehaving is that right?" A slight nod. "I think you'd better tell me what you've been up to" "I've been with other men." She admits. "Been? - What exactly do you mean by been, Anita? - tell me what did you do with these other men?" Bit by bit she admits her guilt, revealing all piece by piece kneeling before my seat. "I let them fuck me master... one came in my arse... I swallowed another's cum, I rimmed another, and another came all over my face and breasts - forgive me master." "Did you like it Anita?" she bites her lip, nods and looks down "But who do you belong to now Anita?" "You Master, just you. I wear your collar - my pussy, my lips, my body, all belong to you now" "That's Better, Anita - but you must still be punished don't you agree." Again she acknowledges me with a nod. "I deserve it master, I want you to correct me." I raise her to her feet by the rope though her collar - She's still got the butt plug firmly in place. Now I put her on the bed, face down attaching her wrists by cuffs to the King size bed head, her feet splayed wide tied to the bottom corners I tighten the ropes and place two cushions under her hips; finally there's a blindfold. There is a sound of a match striking and a sharp smell in the air. "I'm lighting a candle Anita and I think you know what I'm going to do with it. You'll feel the wax hot on your skin, but where?" My voice is low and calm. My voice comes from different sides as I walk round, her body tenses against the expected shock, but it can't stay that way, as she relaxes I let a drop land. This is new for Anita, so I go carefully building up, testing her thresholds. A single drop on her calf - she flinches and lets out a tiny gasp. Escalating slightly to three or four drops across her buttocks. She groans; pain or arousal? they sound so similar. I slap her writhing buttocks sharply and she squeaks in a most gratifying way, and grinds her hips into the pillows. Still she doesn't call a halt. Her round pink bum now bears the redness of my hand as well as the track of congealing wax, her tolerance seems to build as a few drops turn to a trickle, running down into the cleft of her ass. Now I change tactics, slipping the butt plug out of her arse I tease the tight rosebud with an ice cube from my drink - her body tenses against the shock and I trace the cold ice down over her perineum liberally smearing her vulva. Relaxing after the first cold shock, I drip more hot droplets on more sensitive parts of her body. Now I start to tease for real. Ice, wax, and my prying fingers bringing her to the edge of orgasm but never letting her cum. With each treatment she jerks with each drop and slap, yet she never calls a halt to my torment. After minutes of spanking, ice and hot wax, Anita's flesh is spattered with droplets of wax. As I'm holding her close to climax she begs "please Sir, I need to come OH please, please!" I know her well enough to know that she can't take more without release and I use my fingers to bring her off to her first orgasm, she jerks and twists as it takes control, I hold her firmly as she pulls against her restraints until she starts to calm again. All this time I've been dressed and it's time that my pet should please me in new ways, I unclip her and fasten her cuffs behind her back, using the rope on her collar to guide her to once more kneel at my feet, the blindfold to one side. "So Anita, are you sorry? who does your body belong to? - tell me what belongs to me?" I'm holding her by a handful of hair behind her head, tilting her gaze up to look into my eyes. "Yes Sir, I'm so sorry - everything is yours, my lips, my pussy ,my arse sir, use me as you want" "I'm glad to hear that Anita. Would you like my cock now?" She nods and I start to undress - she kneels, eyes down as I remove my suit, and a moment later I'm stood before her naked, my thick hot tool just an inch or two from her face. I'm quite erect, my flesh is red and angry. My cock head is a shiny and deep purple. Unable to use her hands Anita leans forward to encounter the slit in the very tip, able to just touch it with the tip of her tongue. It's salty and she inhales the musky sent. As she does so, I push my tool deep into her warm wet mouth. I start to fuck her mouth. Deep strokes, my fingers coiled in her darling gold hair, She strives to take me all in, my shaft now slick with her saliva, I pump until I'm almost ready to cum, and then withdraw - I need things to last longer. She gasps, out of breath from the effort, I love to see her aroused flush her breasts, nipples hard, heave with every sigh. Unclipping the cuffs from behind her, I lift her to the bed - only one thing will do now and I impale her on my cock covering her petite form on the bed, I want to possess this woman totally in this moment, her sopping pussy so teased and aroused is liquid fire. I heave myself into her jabbing hard and deep again and again. As my cock buries itself in her welcoming cunt, two fingers search out her arse to fill her and my tongue now stifles her mouth. With every thrust she rises to greet me, forces me deeper, grunting and sobbing, until we climax in each other's arms. I fill her gaping cunny with wave after wave of thick jism gasping like a landed fish. I hold her so tight in my arms cherishing and possessing this wonderful gift. As I roll from her, She takes pains to slowly anoint her fingers with my semen mixed with her juices from her pussy and savours the taste slowly, deliberately looking me in the eye, submissive but still with spirit in the her eye. There is now part of me that she owns. Like a classical Symphony, after the climactic urgency of the first movement, a more gentle movement follows. "Would you like me to massage you now master?" she prompts already knowing the answer. I stretch full length on the king size bed and Anita starts to massage her master. She applies oils and knows just how to relieve every tension. Now I lie on the bed, her hot thighs straddling me -I feel the wet furnace of her gaping cunny on my skin. She massages the muscles of my shoulders and back feeling the softness and hardness of muscle under skin, feeling me yield to her probing fingers. As she works lower down my spine I feel her breasts pressed against me. Her kisses now add to the luxury of the massage. Soon her hands are working, oiling and soothing my buttocks and upper thigh, now Anita applies one of her most magical talents. Spreading my ass cheeks wide, she lowers her head inch by inch - so slowly it's agonising, feather light kisses down my spine. Now I'm the one helpless and whimpering with lust. Anita's tongue tip lightly brushes my anus, and she starts to eat me, slowly deliberately, working her tongue into me. To call this rimming is to reduce this gorgeous act to a just a word as she savours the intimacy, the pleasure she's giving is so intense. I could lie there feeling her tongue on me for hours, and it seems to go on for ever. As I'm getting more aroused, she generously lubes a finger and slides it into me - I'm still tight, but she's so gentle and skilled. Most of all she loves to serve me like this. Her face an inch away, resting on my buttocks, her licking continues between my thighs to my balls and back to my bum, caressing my hardening cock with clever fingers. Once again as she teases and explores. I lie there savouring the luxury of my pet's ministrations relaxing in the warm glow as her tongue and clever fingers flicker over my manhood and arse. Its early evening now and we're naked. I'm relaxed, happy, and roll over to sweep Anita in my arms. I remove her collar and pin her gently to the bed. Our bodies entwine, and I slip my newly hardened tool deep into Anita's oh so wet pussy. Lover's strokes now, not the hard punishing possession of earlier on. She sighs and clasps her hands round my shoulders as I push deep within her and kiss her full on the mouth, tongues entwining, then neck and throat. I take my time, slowly mounting to orgasm, I want to take Anita with me when I come. I pick my speed up, my cock slips in and out so easily, slick in her juices until we finally crescendo together and collapse in each other's arms. We lie side by side, for a long time, chatting in soft tones. Equals for the moment, we share a glass of cold champagne and relax. Idly, my hands wander under their own volition over Anita's breasts and through her hair whilst she gently strokes my body. My balls are coated in her juices, my cock still oozing a droplet or two of cum. She stoops to suck them clean. That evening we go down to dinner and have a light but delicious meal before returning to our room. The night is still young and in the lift up, we kiss. I reach into my pocket and fetch out her collar again and slip it round her neck. "While you wear my collar you belong to me. I think I might try some rope on you when we get back" I whisper, "you need restraining Anita." "Yes master." she complies - That evening I will enjoy yet more pleasures from my gorgeous sub, I will hogtie and truss her, constrain her breasts and clamp her nipples all just because I can. The best part is knowing that in the morning I will wake to the feeling of her lips on my softened manhood sucking me to hardness before we make love in the early dawn. Meeting Anita Ch. 02 A few weeks back I wrote my story "Meeting Anita" looking forward to our meet. Well, we got together and we had an amazing encounter. Anita has given me her recollections of the day. All I can say is Roll on next time! Anita's Account... I am ready. Following his instructions, kneeling on the floor, back straight, hands behind my back, head bowed. His text says he is only a minute away, and I scramble into position. The floor is cold and hard on my knees, and I am trembling as this moment, which I have been anticipating for days, is finally upon me. I hear the sound of rubber on gravel, and then of doors opening and closing. I must keep my eyes down and eventually the door opens and a pair of feet come in to view. I fight the urge to speak and remain still and submissive. A finger appears under my chin and my head is tilted upwards, enabling me to see my master for the first time. His face is stern and forbidding and the urge to smile and welcome him falls away like a shadow fading as the sun goes behind a cloud. This is not like any of our previous meetings. "I am glad to see you are ready for me, my slave. Who do you belong to?" He asks. "You, my master," I reply, quietly, slightly hesitant, as I get used to my role. "Have you followed all my instructions?" he asks me. "Yes Sir, I think so Sir," I respond, hoping I have not forgotten anything. He bends down and puts my collar around my neck, ensuring it fits snugly in place. It feels strange for a minute but I am surprised how quickly I get used to it and welcome it's presence. Also by my side is the harness he bought me at our last meeting. It takes a little time but eventually I am dressed to his liking and allowed to stand. I am glad to end the discomfort of the hard floor on my knees and wonder how I will cope with the day ahead if even this small action causes a degree of pain to my body. "Where is your butt plug?" he asks and I retrieve it from my bag. I had thought as he fitted my harness that I might be spared this step but I should have known better; my master does not forget things. He tells me to kneel again with my forearms on the floor. My arse is now pointing up at him, presenting itself to him. He runs his hands over my cheeks, running a finger down the crack and I am instantly aroused. "Hold your cheeks open for me," and he circles my rosebud with a finger, applying the cold lube around and into me with gentle strokes. He starts to ease the plug into me, and I try to relax as each of the two sections are accommodated into my tight passage. I have practised this several times since purchasing the plug at his request, just the day before. It is easier than I had anticipated, and I breathe out, finding that I had been holding my breath without realising. "Are you ready?" he asks; a question with so many levels of meaning that I shiver involuntarily and I concur, putting on my coat and patting the scarf in it's pocket, checking it's presence. I am allowed to wear it to cover my collar when in public. He carries my bag and escorts me to his car. I settle myself into my seat, thinking that it is finally happening; the adventure that we have planned for several weeks is actually underway. My master wanted to photograph me in a location of my choosing and I gave him directions to a quiet road that runs parallel with a nearby motorway. We parked and I undid my coat, ready to get out, when a post office van came round the corner. I quickly ducked down and was very relieved he hadn't appeared just 30 seconds later, when I would have been fully exposed. I got out of the car and assumed a variety of positions as instructed by my master, who was busy with his camera. We followed a track up a hill to a bridge over the motorway, with a slatted concrete fence. "Take off your coat," came the instruction, and with cars and lorries clearly visible below, I did as I was told, enjoying the challenge and smiling into the camera. It was cold, with a hint of dampness in the air, but I was warm with adrenaline and had a dampness all of my own. We returned to the car and set off for Heathrow. Or so I thought; my master had other plans! "We are too early to check in so I thought you would enjoy stopping for a coffee," he said with a glint in his eye. This had not been in our original plan but I was excited from the photoshoot and agreed without demur. We pulled into a service station and I got out carefully as there were men standing very close. I was happy that my master had not tested my resolve by instructing me to reveal anything to them. I suddenly remembered my collar, which had almost become a part of me, and hastily fastened my scarf around my neck. The butt plug was still nestled securely inside me and I walked confidently into the building. There was a choice of seating and my master allowed me to pick, not wanting to push my limits too far. The comfy seats were inviting but I wasn't sure how easy they would be to get out of decorously, so I chose the safer option of the upright ones. We sat and chatted out of role while we had coffee but all the time we were both aware of the image the world could see and the hidden reality under only a thin coat. Once on the motorway, my master instructed me to undo the buttons of my coat and spread my legs wide so that he could claim my pussy for himself. He played with me constantly, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, and then pulling out again, over and over. He kept reminding me that I was not allowed to cum, and I had to grip the edges of the seat in order to keep control. There were not too many lorries on the road, but I was fairly sure that one lorry driver at least had seen what was happening! I didn't have time to think about how this made me feel, whilst I was riding the edge of ecstasy, but in hindsight, it makes me smile to know that he got an eyeful! We completed our journey to the hotel, and arrived there after check-in time. My master went in first to complete the paperwork, and then came back to the car to fetch me. By now the butt plug felt less secure, and I had to walk very carefully to ensure it stayed in place. We reached our room, and I quickly removed my coat and scarf as my original instructions had told me to do. We unpacked the various items we had brought with us. My master is very skilled with ropes, and arranged a system on the bed that would enable me to be fastened to it in a variety of ways! He did this calmly and quietly, and the knowledge of what was to come started to build inside me, raising my heart rate, and no doubt my blood pressure too! He then sat in a chair, and commanded me to kneel before him. "I need to know if you have been a bad girl since we last met," he said. "Have you been with any other men?" "Yes, master, your slave has been bad!" I replied, with my eyes downcast. "Tell me about it," came the reply. "Last week I had two men, master, and had my first experience of sharing a cock! I was sucking a cock, and then there was another man licking it with me! I spent my time kissing him and sucking the cock alternately and, Master, it was very exciting!" "And have you followed my instructions? Have you cum at all since yesterday?" "I am so sorry Master, but I came this morning! I was talking to a friend on the phone, and he made me cum. He said he will take the blame, but I know that it is me that will be expected to take the pain!" "So you disobeyed my instructions? You let another man have control of my pussy! You know that you must be punished for that! Turn round and bend over the bed so that your hips are on the edge." I had already seen the cane that my master had brought, and I knew that now I was going to feel it too! This was the part of the adventure that I was most apprehensive about. But I knew my master would have my best interests at heart, and we had agreed a set of safe words that would enable me to let him know when I was reaching my limit. I wanted to know what it felt like, and was determined to see it through. I put myself into position and waited. My master knew that this was the part I was most worried about, and I trusted him to be gentle, but it didn't feel like that! I was instructed to count each one and thank him. And that helped; it gave me something to focus on. But each one stung more than the previous one, especially if they fell on the same cheek one after another. I managed 20, as I was determined not to call a halt if I could possibly avoid it, and my master decided that I had paid the price for my transgressions. The feel of his cooling hand rubbing me better afterwards was so welcome; knowing that he cared about me was so important! Now I was instructed to put myself on the bed, face up, so he could attach me to the various clips and make sure I was spreadeagled, with nothing to prevent him doing exactly what he wanted to me. He was still fully clothed, whilst I wore nothing but my harness, collar and cuffs, and that in itself is an amazing turn on. The thought that I am entirely at his disposal, his cum slut, his cock whore, his fuck toy, is enough to make me wet just thinking about it. I asked for my blindfold, to heighten the whole experience, and then I really didn't know what was coming next. He played with every part of me, nibbling my nipples, licking my clit, making me writhe and squirm and beg for release! It didn't take long before I was begging to be allowed to cum, and eventually I was given permission. Waiting all that time had lifted my orgasm to a new level and I shuddered and twitched, as wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body. There was a noise of rushing wind in my head, even without the blindfold I would not have been able to see, and my whole body was just encompassed in this feeling of release and extraordinary pleasure. There were pauses, and I realised he must be undressing, because soon the blindfold was removed and a cock was placed in front of me. I couldn't quite reach it, and was teased with the sight and the smell of my master's member, whilst being denied it's touch and taste! Soon I could make contact with my tongue, and then it was thrust into my mouth. He was forceful, pushing it deep into me, making me gag, which is something I am not used to. But he was kind, and eased off, so that I could enjoy the sensation of such a hard, slick stick sliding in and out of me. He knows how much I enjoy sucking his cock, the smell, the taste, the delight of knowing that it gives him pleasure. Now he slides it into my cunt, so I can feel it, hard and thick inside me. It is so hard to grip him while I am tied down But all too soon it was removed from me and I was turned over so that now I was face down. My skin is very responsive to a touch that is as light as a feather, but I had never been played with with an actual feather. So my master had bought some and spent the next little while teasing me all over with a pheasant feather. It was amazing. Down my spine, round the sides of my body, at the base of my armpits, all such sensitive spots. Across my striped arse cheeks, arousing and soothing. And then into my pussy, teasing my clit, soaking up the juices as they were released by my cunt. And I couldn't move, couldn't stop it, even if I had wanted to. The feeling of immobilisation, of being absolutely incapable of controlling the situation in any way at all, that was so arousing. Again I was brought to the point of orgasm and again made to wait, but eventually given permission to cum and I delighted in all those sensations, all over again. Once I have cum my body becomes increasingly sensitive, the skin responding to the slightest touch. It is such a wonderful place to be in. Sir now turned me back again so that I could really enjoy his cock, freeing my hands as well. I love the feel of a cock inside my mouth, love the close contact, love knowing that I am making my master feel so good. It builds and builds to that point where I know he is going to explode in my mouth, and he certainly did. Pumping stream after stream of hot seed into me, shaking and quivering as he did so. I love the sensation of holding more and more cum in my mouth until I have it all, and only then do I swallow. He sank onto the bed with that release that comes after ejaculation, and I moved quickly to kiss him so that he could taste us both in his mouth too. We laid side-by-side, more as equals now, no more in role, and just thinking about the experiences that we had had. We dressed for dinner and went downstairs, had a drink in the bar and then ate. This was a time of normality, of talking about the things we had done since last we met, of putting the world to rights and sharing experiences of past and present. A gentle time, a relaxing time, a time of friendship. After dinner we returned upstairs to the next phase of our sexual encounter. This was very different to the earlier part, as this is where really I took control. In fact I find that for me, it is easier to give to someone when I am myself, and not in role as a sub. It's much more effective to give when it is my choice to do it, rather than have it expected of me. We opened the bottle of pink fizz that I had brought and poured a couple of glasses. After drinking some, he laid down on the bed on his front with pillows under his tummy. I took four after eight mint chocolates and slipped them into his arse crack, allowing them to soften and melt while I massaged his back. Lots of almond oil, and firm massage around the shoulders, the neck, the tops of the arms, enabled him to release the stress and tension of a busy job and demanding week. He adores being rimmed, says the word is completely inadequate for the amount of sensation and pleasure it brings, and I have a love of chocolate! So in our planning, I had suggested that this time I combine the two together, and he was all in favour. I worked down his back, and then from the backs of his knees up his thighs. But all the time ignoring his arse. I could see the chocolate softening, dribbles appearing and working their way down to his balls. I knew I was going to have a wonderful, if very messy time. The time had come now to start to play in earnest. I removed the first mint at the top of his cheeks with my teeth and passed it to him, for him to taste and eat. The second one I ate myself. The third and fourth were buried deep in his arse crack and were no longer solid enough to pull out. So my licking began in earnest. The soft, silky feel of the chocolate, the minty taste, and then the even softer area of skin where he wanted me to be was just fantastic! I had the biggest smile on my face as I heard his murmured reactions to my tongue hitting the spot, and revelled in the pleasure that I knew he was now receiving. My tongue worked hard, licking and pushing deep into him, as deep as I could go. My finger scooping out some of the chocolate as I ate it; the tastes all mingling. Listening to his moans of delight added to the whole experience, and we played like this for sometime. I was covered in chocolate, my hair, my cheeks, chin, and even my neck! It felt decadent, and dirty, gentle and caring all at once, if that is possible. As my master, he had worked so hard to bring about my fantasies and explore them with me, and now it was my turn to give him what I knew he loved most. Eventually I cleaned up what was left with wipes, and moved back up the bed to lie next to him, my head on his chest, while we gently touched each other and talked about nothing. That late night feeling, where sleep beckons, but you don't want it to end just yet, is wonderful, and in some ways was still the best part of the day for me. At last we turned out the lights and drifted off to sleep, thinking about all that we had done and shared, and for me, at least, the delight of the contrasting parts of the day added up to a whole that was bigger and better than anything I could have imagined.