2 comments/ 17787 views/ 2 favorites Normally I Am More Reserved By: second_day Nervously, I waited in the crowded restaurant; sipping on white wine. Normally I am not a wine drinker, but he had insisted. Of course "normal" was a relative term this evening. I wouldn't 'normally' have been caught dead in public wearing skin tight black vinyl pants with a matching black halter; showing off my lithe 5 foot 6 runner's body. But he had insisted. This all started a few months back. I had been bored with my life, my job, my boyfriend. Yeah Greg loved me; but I needed more out of life. I was tired of forcing myself to fall asleep before he got home; just so I wouldn't have to perform my perfunctory fake orgasm. So I had started looking for more. And within a few weeks of looking I had found an ad online. The description immediately made me curious to find out more: "Dom seeking willing mistress. No attachment. Only a cure for the longing you've been feeling. Submit to me and you won't be bored anymore." We started chatting, our conversations tentative at first and then growing into suggestive emails that would get me into trouble at work. I quickly learned that with just words he could make me wet enough to soak through my silk skirts. And now, finally, after months of building up; we were going to meet. He established when, where and of course what I would be wearing. And I couldn't be more excited. I was lucky vinyl can't be soaked through. He made me wait in the restaurant for an hour. Proving to me his complete control over me. I felt humiliated as businessmen and women walked by and stared at my suggestive outfit. Among the ties and pantsuits I certainly did not fit in. I was starting to wonder if I had gotten something wrong when I felt eyes on me. Different from the stares of the waiters and other diners. I turned to see a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring into mine from across the room. As he approached I could feel my legs turning numb, and a fire starting in my belly; waiting to blossom into the cure for my boredom. Without saying a word he sat down next to me and reached for my drink. Finishing it in one swig he dropped a few bills onto the bar and took my hand. In the parking lot he unlocked his car and helped me in, the perfect gentleman. Once inside he handed me a blindfold and smiled. Putting it on I settled back into my seat and let my mind wander to the places I hoped he would take me. After driving for a time the car stopped and he led me into a building. He stripped me of all my clothing, saving only the blindfold and I was led to a soft bed. Laying onto the bed I felt cold handcuffs encircle my wrists and ankles. And then nothing. For what felt like hours I laid on the bed, unable to move much farther than a few inches in any direction. No sounds, nor movements of any kind could I hear. Shocked as I was by this turn of events, I found that I was excited as well. I had expected to be tied down and fucked six ways from Sunday. But I never expected to feel this....dependency. This sense of belonging to him. The longer he made me wait, the more I felt that he truly did control me. The excitement was making me wetter than I had ever imagined possible. I cried out, more from the shock then the pain. The whip had lashed me across the stomach. Not hard enough to leave a welt, but enough to sting and surprise me. I didn't know how to respond. I lay gasping on the bed for a few seconds before another came across my skin. I cried out "stop" by instinct alone. And was quickly punished with another . And then, nothing. My breaths coming in rasps I lay, expecting another slap against my sore reddened skin. Instead I felt icy drops of water tingling the nerves on my breasts, my neck, my cheeks, and then downward. A drop every few inches, across the skin of my taut stomach, and then on my thighs, down to my knees. Exquisite torture that it was, the drops started to come slower. And then, I felt pressure on the bed next to me, a body, warm skin pressed against the length of my body. His hardness rubbing against my thigh; my nerves were on end the entirety of my body, standing at attention and once I felt his skin on mine, fire raced through me. I took a sharp breath inward and almost immediately my mouth was engulfed in a mind-numbing kiss. His lips forming to mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth; dragging every last drop of air from my lungs. The moment his lips parted from mine I started to breath in, replacing the air he had stolen and I felt cold metal clamp onto my painfully erect nipples. My breath caught, but I didn't have enough air to cry out. My body only willing to lay there panting, I could feel a chain connected to the clamps being pulled above me. And then his pressure left my side and I could hear a crank being turned. The chains attached to my ankles were being pulled apart and I lay fully exposed, feeling a slight warm breeze on my clit I had enough time to moan softly from the warmth before his tongue reached out and flicked it. My moan turning louder, his tongue continued to flick and caress my clit. My hips rising to meet his mouth, his tongue moved further down, licking the wetness of my slit, probing into me. He continued his licking, up and down. His attention drifting between my clit and my pussy, my body writhing, bucking upward desperately to get more of his mouth on my sex. I could feel an orgasm building, my juices seeping out of me, dripping down to the sheets, and covering his chin. Just as I was about to orgasm he stopped, and I felt a cold metal clamp attach to my clitoris. Even though it was cold, I was too turned on to care. It was enough to send me over the edge, waves of orgasmic pleasure coursing through me so that I barely felt the chain attached to the clip being pulled upwards, just as the chain attached to my nipples had. I lay there panting, naked for his eyes, still blindfolded, and I was the happiest I had ever been. Once my breathing started to become more normal, I started to feel the pain of the clamps tightened on my nipples and clitoris. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my breasts rise and fall with my breath, and I spread my legs a little wider, for his benefit. To tell him that I wanted more. I was rewarded soon enough as I felt a tiny jolt of electricity course through my body. I jumped involuntarily, and cried out. The next jolt lasted a few seconds and my body raised itself off the bed, holding there until he cut the electricity. Ever few minutes he would let it course through me for a 2 to 3 seconds before stopping. After an hour I was wetter than I ever imagined possible, dripping onto the bed. Breathless I waited for the next jolt, then the next. It was like the building of a tsunami orgasm. I could barely wait for the release, knowing it would probably make me unconscious. Waiting for the next jolt there was a longer pause than there had been. But I was too lost in the waves of desire to notice the pressure of your body joining me on the bed. But I did feel it when you leaned over me, once again taking my mouth with yours. Lips parting mine, your tongue wrestling against my own, And then, the most glorious moment of your cock head, pressing against my wetness, pushing the tip barely into me. Then in one hard thrust you penetrated into me. Your huge cock stretching my pussy more than it had ever been stretched. You hadn't been lying to me when you told me you were a well hung man. And through the pain was the most pleasure I have ever experienced. Waves of a titanic orgasm coursed through my body as you continued to fuck me in long hard, punishing strokes. It could have been hours, or it could have been minutes, I no longer had any concept of time. The last thing I remember was the final thrusts of your hard cock into me, releasing what felt like buckets of cum into my waiting pussy. As I fell asleep I could feel your body next to me, breath hot on my neck. And I knew I had found something that could fill that missing part of my life. And I hoped that you hadn't peaked too soon. Next time I was going to expect an even better orgasm. Normally I Am More Reserved Ch. 02 After my first adventure into the enticing world of BDSM, I couldn't wait to take another trip. I e-mailed my new master to request another meeting. Of course he made me wait anxiously for a reply. Days went by and I was left with only the memories of my sweet torture to fantasize about. At night in bed with my boyfriend I would think about my master's hands touching me. Sucking and licking on my boyfriend's cock I would pretend my master had ordered it. And when my boyfriend would fuck me, I would pretend my master was watching me. Silently instructing my performance. I would find myself posing in different positions for the benefit of my imaginary master. And in the morning I would email my master details of my exploits. Being very explicit as to how and where my boyfriend had fucked me, and what I had felt while he was doing it. After clicking the send button I would masturbate, imagining my master doing the same while he read them. After days on end with no reply, my master finally released me from my sweet torment and sent me a long email. He said he was pleased that I had enjoyed our encounter so much. He had enjoyed it as well. And he was surprised at how much of my life I wanted to share with him. He wondered why I felt so bold that I could tell him about my "sexual life without my master" (as he called it) so freely. He said that if he was truly to be my master, then he should be in control of my sex life completely. I was shocked at first, and then a little scared of my boyfriend finding out. After all, how could I cut him off completely without an explanation? But I was also titillated, and wet from the idea of my master having total say over me. As I read further, more of my fears were put to rest. My master did not want me to have sex only with him; rather, he was excited at the prospect of controlling my sex life with my boyfriend. He instructed me further that he would email me with commands of what he wanted me to do. This first evening I was to prepare dinner for my boyfriend; to serve on him hand and foot for the entire evening wearing only a white bra and thong. After dinner I was to give him a massage using lots of oils, and any part of my body it struck me to use. I was to follow the massage with a pleasant surprise. Reading the email left me red-faced and I was extremely glad that I had had the day off of work. It would have been quite embarrassing to have a wet spot between my legs at work. So I showered and prepared myself for the evening. I planned my boyfriends favorite meal and spent the rest of the day cooking and getting ready. When my boyfriend walked in the front door he was greeted with a most pleasing sight: candles lit, delicious aroma rising from the plates on the dining table and me, sitting cross-legged on the couch in a white bra and thong smiling my biggest smile for him. I slowly stood up as his eyes traveled the length of my 5'6 115 pound runners body. His erection bulging against his khakis immediately. I walked over to him and kissed the tip of his nose, then relieved him of his briefcase and jacket and led him to the table. Sitting in his lap I fed him by hand with the sumptuous fare I had cooked. Smiling; I chatted about the day I had had, asked about his and made random small talk; all the while rubbing his arms or legs with my free hand every chance I had. After a short amount of time he made it clear his stomach was not the appetite he needed quenched. So I led him into the bedroom, kissing him deeply, letting his tongue probe into the depths of my mouth. Our lips entwining passionately as our hands around the other's body. He helped me to strip him of his clothes and I playfully pushed him back onto the bed. I pulled off my bra and thong while he held my thin waist close to him; his tongue and lips making trails of kisses across my taut stomach. Pushing him flat I told him to roll over and grabbed the bottle of lotion. He was reluctant at first, but I promised he would enjoy it. Dripping the lotion onto his skin I could see his nerves react to the cool drops. My hands soon warmed the nerves though, rubbing up his spine and back down. Kneading the muscles with my knuckles he groaned beneath me as I climbed on top of his back, straddling him. Leaning down I started to use more than my hands across his skin. Sliding forward I rubbed my hardened nipples lightly across his skin, reaching forward until I was breathing onto his neck. Slowly sliding my weight down his body, my breath leaving a heated trail down his spine. I knew my massage was doing anything but relax my boyfriend. After sliding down his legs, I worked my way back up, rubbing his legs with my hands and kissing the skin after I had rubbed it. Working up his thigh I reached one hand high enough to rub against the underside of his balls while I bit on the thick muscle of his ass. He had a sharp intake of breath as I giggled. I worked my way back up his body this way and after 20 minutes of this torture I crawled off of him and tugged his shoulder to get him to turn over. Which he readily did, his member springing to attention after being freed from underneath his weight. Kissing him deeply I reached down and began to stroke him. All the while running through my master's instructions in my head. My kisses began their own trail down his neck, across the stubble of his five o'clock shadow, down his chest, across his stomach; making a beeline for the treasure trail I loved. His cock already dripping with pre-cum I sucked him greedily into my mouth. Licking my tongue upwards to the tip and flicking against it. Swirling my tongue around the tip while my hand stroked his warm hard cock I sucked more of him into my mouth, my tongue continuing to swirl around as much as I could. Up and down my mouth traveled, deep throating his wonderful cock until the moment I felt his balls tighten in anticipation of his coming orgasm. Backing off quickly I leaped up and kissed him deeply as he rolled over ready to fuck me. But as he was poised with the tip of his dick against my dripping pussy I broke off our kiss and told him to wait. I wanted something special tonight. Looking at me curiously he pulled away enough for my hand to reach down between our sweaty bodies to grab a hold of his cock. I stroked it for a second and then took my hand away to plunge a finger into my pussy, pulling as much wetness away as I could I reached further down and lubed up my tight backdoor. Smiling mischievously at him I reached for his cock again and positioned it at my tightest entrance. He smiled back as he pushed slowly into me. There was pain, but pleasure as well. Slowly he eased his fullness into me until he was balls deep. Then pulling out he began to kiss me as he began to move in and out faster. Moans rising from both of us, muffled as we kissed. My fingers rubbed frantically at my clit as I reached for my first orgasm. I could feel the waves building quickly in me and I broke off our kiss to arch back as I came loudly. Encouraged by my groans my boyfriend came quickly, shooting load after load into me. We kissed a moment longer before he pulled himself out of me and lay down next to me, pulling my body closer to his to hold me tightly. I waited until he was asleep before I went to my computer to send an email to my master informing him of the details of my evening. While writing I could feel my excitement build knowing that my master would read about all that I had done, I had followed his instructions to the letter and he would reward me. I could feel the familiar tingle begin in between my legs, but I knew I was no longer allowed to pleasure myself whenever the urge struck me. Instead I ended the email with my desires, hoping my reward would be quick. I was barely able to sleep in the hopes I would receive a quick reply in the morning. I can't wait to find out what is in store for me next.