1 comments/ 13827 views/ 4 favorites The First Meeting Ch. 01 By: Jumeau du Verre Chapter 1, Preparation I looked at the borrowed room: a single red rose in a bud vase on the nightstand, my clothes for the evening laid out on the bed, and a handwritten note resting on top of a box on the pillow. It was only the second time I'd seen your handwriting; the first was when you sent a note along with my public collar. Welcome home, my dear! (To your "spiritual" home, if not your actual one.) You'll find your outfit on the bed; you're to wear only what you see... don't add anything more. Well, except for your public collar. (I can't wait to see you in that!) :-) Don't forget to open the present, and follow the instructions you find in there. But before you get dressed, I want you to thoroughly wash up, using only the items provided. Take a shower first, then soak for a while in the tub. Be sure to start getting dressed no later than five; you'll find a cab waiting for you when it's time for you to go... just ask someone about it at the front desk. BTW... you'll need help putting on one of the items; don't be shy about calling the front desk and asking them to send someone up to assist you. Looking forward to finally seeing you in person. (Our third "first meeting" anniversary for me to remember, hehehe.) *blows you a kiss and pinches you on the nipple* I dropped the note on the bed and started looking through the items laid out for me: a pair of black shoes -- patent leather pumps with tall, spike heels. Hmmmmmm, I thought. Walking in those will prove to be interesting... A pair of black silk stockings. A black garter belt and matching black lace thong panties. A black damask silk corset. Black skirt. Deep plum silk blouse. Hmmmmmm, no bra. That will be quite amusing... After studying the corset, I understood that was the item I'd need help putting on. So I'm supposed to call a complete stranger and have them see me half-naked? With a glance at the clock, I decided I'd best begin following your orders; so I headed for the bathroom -- a very opulent room. Candles were already burning as recorded music played in the background. When I surveyed the room, I found more notes, directing me in what to do. I went through my usual routine, then stepped in the shower. Once I finished washing up and shaving, I turned off the shower and filled the tub. I closed my eyes, allowing Mahler's Second Symphony to fill my mind as I relaxed in the tub. By this point "Urlicht" -- the fourth movement of the piece -- was playing. I smiled, thinking of you as I listened to your favorite piece of music. If anything could calm me tonight, it was memories of you. You'd said in one of your notes that I could soak for no more than thirty minutes; so when the limit was met, I got out of the bath, carefully drying myself before returning to the bedroom. I looked at the items on the bed, my insides trembling at the idea of having to call someone to assist me into the corset. How could you possibly expect me to do this? You know how nervous and shy I am... I finally swallowed back any fear and dialed the phone, asking the clerk at the front desk to send someone up, without mentioning what it was I needed help with. No use getting them all worked up, too. As I waited for my assistant to arrive, I opened the present you left for me. Inside was the butterfly vibrator you'd mentioned the very first day we chatted. Only the vibrator; the remote control was missing. I slipped it on, carefully aligning it into place before tugging on the thong panties to hold it there. Then I put on the garter belt and stockings. Just as I was wrapping the corset around my torso, I heard a knock at the door. My legs began trembling, and I hesitated before finally willing myself to answer the door. By placing my left arm over my breasts, I was able to camouflage part of my nudity from the stranger. As I cracked open the door, a male voice said, "The front desk said you needed some help?" Holy fuck! They sent up a man?!? There was no way I wanted a strange guy to see me exposed like this, but I didn't have any choice. If I was to obey your orders, I had to have help getting on the corset, and this was the only aid offered. Shit! My eyes dropped to the floor as I opened the door, then I abruptly turned my back on the stranger. "I needed someone to lace this up for me," I said in little more than a whisper. He quickly joined me in the room, but it took him some time before he actually began lacing the corset. With feelings of embarrassment seething inside me, I didn't dare look over my shoulder at him to see what was taking him so long. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my body from quivering; but the more insistent my attempts, the more futile the effort. The fingers of his left hand lightly brushed my bare ass cheek, causing me to jump at the unexpected touch. "Now, now, Puppy. Be a good girl." Holy crap! This guy knew me! Obviously, you'd set up who would be giving me this special service. His left hand reached around me, caressing my crotch. "Be still, girl. Your Master said I was allowed to touch, just not play; and he wanted me to check to make sure you followed all his orders. I'm glad to see you did. I'd hate it if you were punished too much." He tugged at the corset's laces once more, asking if he'd gotten it too tight. I heaved two deep breaths before replying that it seemed alright. His right hand slid around me, giving my nipple a hard tweak as he kissed my neck. "What a good Puppy. Your Master will be very pleased." After he left, I quickly finished dressing. In my haste to get away from this place of my latest humiliation, I nearly forgot my collar. After nervously fiddling with the hook, I managed to get the collar on, lifting my fingers to touch the cameo –- my way of reminding myself of the reality of our relationship. One last deep breath as I glanced at my reflection, then I ventured downstairs, to begin the journey to you. The First Meeting Ch. 02 Chapter 2, The Meeting I didn't arrive at the bar until straight up six o'clock. After all, you'd made a point of having the cab waiting for me at my hotel, timed to drop me off at the bar well after your own arrival. I'd fretted all during the cab ride, in fact, because I was worried about how late I might be. Part of me was certain you'd be long gone when I finally made it; that is, if you'd even bothered to show up. Oh, me of little faith... When I walked into the bar, I knew what I was looking for -- or rather who -- but the place was so crowded and dark I had no way of searching through the sea of faces and settling on yours. Nervously, I reached for the cameo at my throat, needing to touch the talisman once more, to remind myself of our connection. You were here somewhere; I needed to believe that. I felt a tingle in my panties, very faint. You were here! I smiled to myself, soothing my doubts, then carefully scanned the crowd again for your face. In my mind, I "heard" your voice, reading the note you'd left about our little game tonight. We would be playing a variation of "Hot and Cold." Every time I took a step closer to you, I'd feel a very mild tingle. If I took a step in the wrong direction, you'd amp up the juice, giving me a stronger jolt. The first time I took a wrong step, I thought I'd jump out of my skin. Everyone around me surely must be wondering what was up with me, but I took a deep breath and put them out of mind, focusing only on you and the information you were sending me, through this most intimate of communication methods. I had received no less than a dozen strong shocks before I finally reached you, my pussy already dripping from simple anticipation, along with the buzzes. "Hello, dear. Have a seat," you said, pushing out the chair beside you and patting it. I sat, relieved to be off my feet, as the high heels had made my legs quiver. My chin tucked against my chest. "No need to be shy with me at this point, is there?" you asked, your fingers catching me under the jaw and lifting my face to be level with yours. "You look lovely, my sweet. Just lovely." I bit my lip, trying to fight back the conflicting emotions which were begging me to flee this place. I shook my head at your compliment, then mumbled something self-deprecating. You gave me a slight scowl before mildly rebuking me. "I won't have you contradict me, pet. If I say you're beautiful, then you are." "But--" You placed your fingers over my lips, quieting any further protests. "What I say goes. You don't want another mark in my book, do you?" I gulped at the idea of yet another checkmark added to my already long list of sins in need of punishment. "By the way... the collar is perfect. Thank you for wearing it. I don't think you fully appreciate how much it pleases me to see you in it, or the significance it has for me –- a supreme show of your trust." "I do trust you," I managed to whisper. "The fact that you're here proves that to me, dear." Your hand left the table, where it had been resting, and gently settled on my thigh. "I did promise you, even if tonight doesn't end in sex, that I'd at least grope you a little, didn't I?" A giggle managed to escape my lips before nerves and doubt quickly stifled it. Did that mean I was somehow a disappointment and we wouldn't be spending the night together? You must have noticed the concern playing on my features, because you said, "Now come a little closer and give your Daddy a kiss." I leaned close and gave you a timid brush on the lips. You frowned a bit, saying, "I know you can do better than that, sweetie." We kissed again, this time a more familiar communion than the first. "Lovely," you breathed as we parted. You carefully regarded me for a moment, taking in the full view of me and smiling when you noticed my hard nipples poking at the fine fabric of my blouse. When I realized what you were staring at, I blushed slightly and turned away. "Now, Puppy, I won't have you be this shy with me." You leaned nearer and whispered, "How wet are you, pet?" "Very." "Come give me another kiss; and this time, slip me your tongue." I swallowed hard before bending toward you once more, afraid that I'd fail in this simplest of tasks. You knew I'd never done this before. As if reading my mind you reassured, "You'll be fine, dear." Once the kiss grew from simple pressed lips and gently opened mouths to more questing and insistent explorations, I did as you bid me to, thrusting my tongue into your mouth. The feel of my tongue being sucked hard was exhilarating and intense. I finally had a sense of what a cock feels like when it's squeezed by a pussy, and the sensation was amazing! With wide eyes, I stared at you, speechless. You met my gaze and smiled, saying, "I think I know everything I need to now. Give me your key." Without a word, I handed you the key. You stood up, took me by the hand, and led me out of the bar. The First Meeting Ch. 03 Part 3, The Trip Back to the Hotel While we stood waiting for a cab, I snuck a sidelong glance at you and couldn't help but notice the bulge which stretched almost halfway down your left thigh. It even appeared -- although I didn't get a very good look, since it was all too brief –- that there was a slight discoloration, beginning at the end of the bulge and extending down the leg of your jeans. I smiled to myself realizing that you were just as turned on as I was... The taxi pulled up to the curb. You opened the door for me and gently pushed me in before climbing in behind me. Once you'd given the driver some verbal instructions, you settled back into the seat, drawing me close. "Warm enough, pet?" you asked. I nodded and shivered, more from nerves than the cool temperature. You pulled me closer, your arms completely encircling me. After I snuggled against you, you asked, "Better?" With another nod I answered, "Yes, thank you." You covered one of my hands with yours and whispered, "Would you like to play with Fred?" "Oh, yes, Daddy! May I?" "Gently, now, my sweet. We don't want him to get over-excited." You placed my hand on the bulge I'd noticed earlier, thus giving me my first introduction to one of your best features. "Do you think you can handle him if he spelunks in your caves, dear?" My breath caught in my throat before I quietly replied, "Yes, I think I can handle him, Sir." You smiled broadly at me and asked, "Is there a reason to be so formal with me, pet?" I giggled shyly before replying, "I know how you like the formalities to be observed, from time to time." "You're a very good girl, my sweet," you answered, tipping my chin upward to kiss me. I had occasionally wondered if some of your stories about yourself (like being told by Madonna that you were a pretty good kisser) were slight exaggerations of the truth; but, if she'd ever said that, I had to agree she was right. Definitely. You shifted your weight, trapping me into the corner of the cab, your kisses more insistent. In spite of any struggles, I found myself unable to pull away from you. "Please! What if he sees us?" I asked, trying to point to the cabbie. "So what if he does?" "Please, I've never had an audience before," I protested. "I thought this trip of yours was to change some of your 'No' answers on the sex survey into 'Yes'." I dropped my chin again, chagrined at the need to be reminded of my own yearnings. "It isn't anything he hasn't seen before, pet," you added with an impish grin. After you'd freed one of the buttons of my blouse, your hand reached in, finding an already engorged nipple in need of your attentions. "You dirty, dirty little slut," you whispered, making it clear that slut was a term of endearment. "Acting all proper on the outside while trying to keep your darker desires hidden out of sight." My head tilted away, my back arching to offer myself totally to you. "That's my naughty little Puppy." I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of your body pressed against mine, your hands roaming longingly over my curves, your lips and tongue frolicking in my mouth, your heady scent –- all of it intoxicating me to the point of abandon. Your right hand settled on my knee, underneath my skirt. Slowly, it slid up my inner thigh without my notice, because my mind was preoccupied with other things. It was only when you reached that ticklish point at the uppermost area that I realized where your errant hand was. I tried to wriggle away, but you held me fast. "I want a little taste of you, my dear," you whispered while you dipped two fingers into my panties and dragged them briefly along my soaking snatch before bringing them up to your lips, pausing long enough to breathe in the scent, then tasting them. I bit my lip, worried you wouldn't like it, but was relieved when you sighed, "Very nice! Lovely!" The cabbie pivoted, draping an arm over the back of the seat before announcing that we'd arrived at our destination. Once you'd settled the fare with him, you took me by the hand, gently tugging me out of the cab and into the hotel. Hobbled as I was by the high heels, it was difficult to keep up with you as you hurried through the lobby. At one point I nearly tripped because my feet couldn't seem to move fast enough. You turned and looked at me, reassuring me only with your expressive face that I could persevere. Soon, we managed to reach the elevator, which meant I could stand still for a few moments. As soon as the doors closed, your arms enfolded me once more, offering support for my unsteady legs. Your mouth covered mine, coaxing my tongue to explore you again; and I did so, happy to be given another chance to please you. When the elevator doors opened, we spilled into the hallway, kisses and low moans punctuating what little conversation we were able to make. You took out the card key and swiped it into the reader box, then opened the door and held it for me as we both pirouetted into the dark hotel room. The First Meeting Ch. 04 Part 4, Initiation Caught in a frenzied embrace, we twirled into the hotel room like a dervish. In spite of our lack of focus, one of us managed to switch on the light before you forced me against the wall, gulping me with your hungry tongue. Caught as I was between the wall and your passion, I had no opportunity for anything but submission. “Yes,” you hissed, “this is how I want you. This is how I’ve always wanted you, from the day we first met online.” You held my wrists pinned to the wall while your hips thrust against me. Then you made a point of scissoring your legs with mine, placing your jeans-bound cock in position to rub against my inner thigh. The sensation of your need-made-manifest pressing against me made my breathing even shallower. A low, frustration-tinged whimper escaped my lips. “Please!” I begged. You released my left wrist, allowing your right hand to brush my hip, then slowly draw upward, following the curve of my torso and breast before finally reaching my face. Your hand cupped my jaw; your fingers lightly stroked my cheek. You slid your thumb under my chin, causing the crook of your palm to push against my throat. Holding me like that, you stared into my spellbound eyes. Both of us felt my body trembling. Finally you asked, “Do you trust me?” My labored breath came in gasping sobs, making it nearly impossible to speak; so I nodded as furiously as your gripping hand allowed. “I want to hear you say it, pet.” I gulped twice –- ensuring that, if I could breathe, I could speak –- before finally whispering, “Yes, I trust you.” Your hand moved upward, caressing my jaw and chin as you moved closer, smothering my mouth with yours. When your need was sufficiently slaked, you smiled and said, “What a treasure you are.” Your body relaxed, no longer pressing into mine. Then you drew me close and led me to the bed. Once you comfortably settled into position, you looked up at me and said, “Strip for me.” An overwhelming sense of shame and fear mingled, causing me to hesitate. My breathing grew heavy again; unable to speak, I wagged my head from side to side. “I don’t like having to repeat orders.” “I know,” I squeaked out. “It’s just... please don’t make me do this.” Your expression softened, as if you realized my reason for shyness. You pulled me close, then said, “Listen to me.” I shifted uneasily, fearing your rebuke. Your hand rose to caress my cheek as you repeated, “Listen very carefully to me. I’ve told you I like a woman with curves, and yours are bounteous, my dear. Even if I didn’t find you attractive –- and please believe me when I say I do –- I’d still want to be with you. The brain is the most important sex organ in the body, and your brain fascinates me. So innocent of the world, yet wanting to experience more –- and willing to embrace it all. That makes you beautiful to me.” I bit my lip, in an attempt to hold back my tears. My head bowed in shame as my hand lifted to the cameo at my throat. “Do you trust me?” “Yes.” “Then do as I’ve commanded.” With head still inclined in order to hide my tears, I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse. “Look at me, pet.” You waited for me to lift my head and meet your steady gaze before adding, “Don’t let your eyes leave mine.” Seeing the calm of your expression reassured me. I drew open the blouse, allowing it to slip to the floor, thus exposing my naked breasts to you. Your gaze softened. “Lovely,” was the only comment you made. My left hand went to my waist, unfastening the skirt’s button and lowering the zipper. Resting my hands on my hips, I eased the garment down. It sloughed to the floor, leaving me even more vulnerable. I tried not to think about that, focusing instead on your eyes and reminding myself that in this moment everything which mattered was encompassed in this room. Without a word, you reached around me, tugging the corset’s laces until they pulled free. Then you loosened them until the corset easily slid to the floor. Your hands caressed down my hips, catching the panties with your fingers as they burrowed under the waistband. Then you helped me off with the butterfly vibrator. I reached down and freed the stockings from the garters which held them in place. Reaching around me once more, you unhooked the garter belt; the sudden lack of tension caused it to ricochet off and land a few feet away. Once I was nearly stripped bare, you settled back on the bed, propping yourself up against the headboard. I paused, uncertain whether or not you wanted me to go further, knowing, as I did, how you liked shoes to be left on. “I want you completely naked, pet,” you offered. Quickly I stepped out of the hated shoes, glad to finally be steadily flat-footed on the ground. I brushed each stocking down my leg, lifting my foot as I did, so that I could fully remove it. Now, I stood naked before you. “Kneel down and service me in the way I like best.” I knelt but hesitated once more. “You know I’m not very experienced at this.” “Yes, I know. This is your first lesson.” “And if I fail...?” You caught my chin in your hand, lifting my face upward. “You won’t fail, my sweet. I’ll never ask you for more than you can handle.” I gazed up at you for reassurance; you nodded and smiled. With resolve to please you bolstering my confidence, I lifted my hands and carefully unfastened your jeans. As you raised your hips off the bed, I tugged at the legs of your jeans until they were half-way down your thighs. Your already hard cock, still trapped inside the boxers, bobbed upward, causing me to smile broadly at its eagerness for attention. Catching the waistband in my hooked fingers, I slowly lowered the boxers, mesmerized at the sight of your still hidden dick rising toward the surface. With one final tug on the silk shorts, your cock popped over the waistband, finally into full view. Once more I looked up at you, seeking feedback. “You know what to do.” For a moment all I did was worship your manhood, admiring its form. Then I traced its length with a fingertip, barely touching it and marveling at how it rose to meet my hand. Finally, I gave it a kiss on the very top of the head, causing you to sigh. Slowly I kissed the shaft, from tip to base and then back again. I parted my lips, allowing the head to enter my mouth as I gently nibbled on it. Then I flattened my tongue and licked the underside of your cock, from the base to the head. From the low moans and sighs you were making, I knew you must be pleased with me. Again, I surrounded your member with my mouth, this time nibbling and sucking my way down to the base and back up. Using my tongue, I’d press your cock against the roof of my mouth, sucking hard, and then relax the pressure a bit before repeating. In this manner, I traveled downward, then returned once more to the tip. Every circuit brought me nearer the base, and I had to fight hard not to gag on your length. Even with my throat muscles relaxed, I still had to battle that urge. I began sucking you in earnest, beginning as far down your length as I could comfortably manage, my lips and tongue firmly embracing you, then quickly moving up, relaxing the pressure. Managing to go a bit further, allowing speed to build, sucking and relaxing, then repeating. You rested a hand on the back of my head, gently forcing me down even more; this time I did gag. I continued, even though it was becoming hard to breathe, and in spite of the fact that my body was trying hard to reject this intrusion. I continued because I knew you wanted me to, even though I wanted to stop. My jaw started to ache from the position of my open mouth and tears welled in my eyes. My breathing came in shallow gasps when I could breathe at all. I circuited your length a few more times before I finally gave up, pulling my mouth away and swallowing as much air as I could manage. Shuddering from the intensity of the experience and the shame of not succeeding in this task, I openly wept and begged your forgiveness. You cupped my cheek and said, “You aren’t completely naked for me yet.” For a moment, I looked at you in confusion; then I noticed that your eyes were focused on my throat. My fingers lifted to the cameo in silent protest. “Take off the collar, Puppy.” Sobbing in protest, I gulped hard before sputtering, “But–-” Your only reply was to give me an insistent stare and a slight nod. I shook my head. “Please, I’ll do better next time.” Surely, if you wanted me to remove the collar, then you found me unacceptable in some way. “I won’t ask again.” My submission was for naught, but still I did as you wished: unfastening the catch, unwinding the ribbon from around the right side of my neck, then catching the cameo and the ribbons’s other end in my hand. I clutched it for a moment before placing the necklace in the hand you held out to me. You set the collar aside, then told me to close my eyes. In hope that my acquiescence would cause you to reconsider your actions, I did as you bid. I heard rustling noises, then felt something on my neck, then the clinking of small metal parts. Your hand cupped my cheek, lifting my face upward. “Open your eyes and look at me, pet.” I gazed up at you, through tear-stained eyes. “This moment of your complete submission deserved more than a public show of our bond. Now you belong to me.” The First Meeting Ch. 05 Part 5, Punishment and Surrender “Now, Puppy... there’s one more thing you can do to demonstrate your submission,” you said as you pulled me to my feet. I gulped hard and held my breath, dreading what would come next. “You’ve been very good so far this evening; but you have a bad habit of being bratty on occasion, and those instances have not gone unnoticed. It’s time they be rectified.” My body trembled, and I bit back silent whimpers of anticipation of the pain that was to come. You took my right hand in yours, pulling me toward you and the bed. With your left hand, you pushed me to a prone position at your right side. Immediately, that hand slid down, first fondling my ass, then smacking it hard. I involuntarily jumped at the shock of the strike but held back any cries. You followed up the first blow with a series of swats, first on my left cheek, then on the right. I was soon whimpering and breathing heavily. Meanwhile, your right hand was underneath me, teasing my soaking cunt. “What a dirty slut. Look at how wet you are already, as if this is giving you some kind of pleasure.” With those words, you rained down even stronger blows to my backside I was on the verge of sobs and loud cries; so to quiet myself, I stuck my thumb in my mouth and began sucking it. This only muffled my whimpers, but didn’t silence them completely. In retaliation, your strikes became even harder. By this point, the fingers of your right hand moved from merely tantalizing me to outright reaming my pussy and g-spot. My body bucked in pleasure as I tried to ride your buried hand. The fact that I was attempting to control my own delight caused you to smack me harder still. “Daddy, please! I’m sorry!” I cried; but my pleas fell on deaf ears. I started shuddering from the sublime mixture of pleasure and pain. Your left hand glided across my ass, caressing my cheeks in a loving way. “You know this hurts you more than it does me.” You continued gently petting me, soothing the stinging pain I was suffering. “Such a pretty shade of red,” you said as you admired your handiwork. Just when I relaxed at the cessation of punishment, your hand hit me again, furiously increasing the pace of my beating. I openly wailed, begging you to stop. A small part of my brain worried that the hotel might send someone to check on the noise that our neighbors were surely already reporting. I would have tried pleading or reasoning with you, but speech was nearly impossible at this point. Between the blows to my butt and the assault on my g-spot, I could do nothing more than writhe in ecstasy. My ass burned with pain; my cunt sang with pleasure. And I was caught in the middle of both, heading for subspace. All that mattered were the sensations: your hand slapping against my flesh, the sting of each strike, the rapture of a g-spot orgasm, being held down to endure this punishment, with no chance of escape. My hips bucked again, frantically riding your hand as you hit me repeatedly, moving from one cheek to the other. With the complete abandon of the sexually satisfied, I let out a piercing howl as I wept –- not from the pain, for the pain had merely opened a portal. I wept with the joy of having made it over the final barrier to bliss. After the spanking, I was a quivering, weeping bundle of emotional intensity too formidable for me to face alone. You scooped me up, holding me close while allowing me to cry into your shoulder. “Shhhhhh, pet. Calm yourself, now. Nice deep breaths.” My sobs slowly subsided, replaced at first by shuddering, unsteady breaths which soon modulated to a more even rhythm. As you soothed me, you gently showered me with kisses, traveling from lips, to neck, to breasts, and then back again. When your mouth returned to mine, I thrust my tongue into you, taking your mouth in the same manner I wanted to be fucked. While you kept me thus occupied, you parted my thighs, casually gliding your fingers along my wet slit. In response, I began to make that moaning/begging whimper which always heralded my need for release. “Like so many times we’ve played before: it’s my voice seducing you, my mind dominating you; only this time it’s my fingers touching you,” you breathed, while your digits delighted me. My body squirmed beneath yours, trying to escape from or increase our contact; either would have been preferable to this teasing precipice upon which I was poised. “I want to watch your face as you cum, dear. I want to witness that moment when you completely abandon yourself to rapture.” Two fingers slid into my glistening cunt while your thumb flicked over my clitoris. As a shuddering gasp escaped my lips, an orgasm started to move through me, beginning at my clit and moving outward in all directions. Taking charge of your advantage, your fingers pushed further into me, locating and suddenly stimulating my g-spot, which elicited an even louder response. Suddenly I was twisting my hips in a futile attempt at escape, but you’d have none of it. You pushed your fingers deeper inside, gouging my g-spot, causing me to howl. My body trembled as I writhed, intensifying my reaction to every one of your gestures. Pleas and gasps were all I could utter in response. I brought my thighs together as closely as I could, which had the effect of concentrating the stimulus of your hand. The result was louder cries and more labored breathing. Then I shifted, turning on the bed, which delivered new sensations. Every time I moved, some new titillation occurred, sending me into another wave of ecstasy. I was reduced to shrieks of pleasure, and even those became hoarse with my exertion. Leaning close to my ear, you sighed, “Mmmmmmm, lovely! You’re exquisite when you cum.” Your voice brought me back from the essence of bliss, causing me to suffer delirium tremors as you removed your hand from inside me. Needing to reconnect with you in some way, I clutched for you. You smiled and embraced me, soothing me down from my high. I don’t know how long it took for you to calm me and pull me back from that brink. “You should have something to quench your thirst after that bit of exercise, pet.” You reached over to the nightstand and handed me a bottle of juice. I greedily gulped it down, thankful for anything cool and sweet to relieve my aching throat. Once I emptied the bottle, you asked, “Better?” I nodded. “Good.” You pulled away from me long enough to toss the bottle aside, then repositioned yourself so that your mouth was poised over my slippery pussy. With a leering grin, you dived in. It took mere seconds for me to begin to experience le petit mort once more as your tongue gently lapped at my soft, wet mound. At first it was only a small orgasm, but as soon as your tongue rippled over my clit, it grew to class 5 hurricane strength. I was beyond reality; there was nothing outside this moment. So intense was our intimacy that the next thing I remember was you kissing me, whispering, “Shhhhhh. Slowly, now. Come back, my sweet.” You covered my mouth with yours, forcing me to breathe in as much air as I was expelling. As you did this, you held me, stroking your fingers through my hair. “You have no idea how beautiful that was to behold, Puppy.” Touching me gently, easing me back down to earth, you held me until my breathing steadied. Your fingertips brushed along my cheek as we gazed at one another. “They’re brown,” I murmured. For a moment you gave me a baffled look. “Your eyes” I offered. “They’re brown.” When I realized you still didn’t understand the significance of my utterance, I added, “A long time ago in chat, you made me promise to look into your eyes when we met and tell you their color.” A smile lit your face as you replied, “I thought you’d forgotten about that.” I shook my head while allowing my hands to caress you. “I try never to forget anything you’ve told me, Sir.” “Do you trust me, pet?” “Yes.” You stood up; when I reached for you to return, you smiled, raised my ankles to your shoulders, then split me with your rock hard cock. There was no easing into my cunt, no gentle stealing into the darkness; you thrust your entire length into my waiting love-hole. The result was an involuntary cry which rose from my lips and hovered in the air above us. My ass still burned from the recent punishment; every thrust of your hips against mine slammed my butt against the bed, repeatedly reminding me of the lesson of submission. Every stroke, which grazed my already-sensitive g-spot, seemed even deeper than the last –- seemed to reach all the way inside me, to my very soul. It was neural overload, causing me to lose control of any desire for decorum; any potential complaints from neighbors were long-forgotten -- all that existed was this moment’s sensations. Ramming in and out, swirling around, faster and ever faster until you were barely more than a blur in my mind. As I bucked and writhed against you, all I could do was close my eyes and ride out the storm of your passion. You pounded me savagely, first in my pussy, then in my asshole; all without changing relative positions. I was yours to use, any way you saw fit. “The. First. Of. Many,” you panted as you came in my tight ass. It was my turn now to soothe you, to embrace and cuddle you after your efforts. Finally, once you’d regained your composure you said, “We’re not done yet, my sweet. Didn’t I promise I’d give you as many orgasms as I could manage?”