0 comments/ 10587 views/ 0 favorites Their First Meeting By: bats_for_both_teams As she heads for the door at the end of the day searching through her bag she doesn't notice the man standing in her path "Oh I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He turns and smiles at her, looking at him their eyes lock. Extending her hand she smiles "Hello, Monica nice to meet you." shaking hands briefly she doesn't really hear his response. The elevator doors open, they both step in as she continues to search for something. Distracted she feels a tap on her arm "What floor do you need?" smiling weakly "Basement, parking please." They ride in silence, turning towards him "What did you say your name was again? I am sorry it is just one of those days." Smiling at her "Alex. It's ok we all have them." Looking him over she is drawn to his eyes, she has always been a sucker for a man with green eyes. Sighing to herself as the doors open "Well it was nice to meet you Alex. I do hope I will see you again." As he watches her walk to her car "Oh I am sure you will, I am so sure you will." Opening the door she curses herself for not being as aggressive as she usually is about men. "Damn I should of got his number." she growls at herself as she starts her car. Driving home her mind keeps traveling back to him and the look in his eyes, something dark yet exciting. Trying to get the image out of her head she turns on the radio, the music falls on deaf ears as his voice plays in her mind. Brought back to reality before she misses her exit she starts the end of her ride. Pulling into the driveway she shuts off the car and takes her shoes off. Walking to the door and once inside she sheds the rest of her work clothes. Walking through the house half naked she turns on the lights and the stereo, getting herself a glass of wine she sits and thinks about the days events. "Damn ok if you see him again do what you do best" she says to herself "Flash that smile and work that magic." Giggling she sips her wine and feels herself start to doze off. Monica is suddenly awakened by the doorbell. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she looks at the clock wondering who it could be, not believing she had slept so late. It was 9pm and she was not expecting anyone. Grabbing her robe that she had tossed on the couch from this morning, she walks to the door and opens it to find no one there. Thinking she must have been dreaming to have heard the doorbell she takes one last look around outside and notices the bouquet of roses on the landing in front of her door. Picking them up, she wonders who they could be from. Reaching for the card inside the bouquet she pricks her finger on the thorns and blood trickles on the white envelope that she is about to open. 2312 Celtic Dr. midnight my love. "Ok, Now who is playing games?, it has to be James, I don't understand why he does not take no for an answer. I will meet him at midnight and it will be the last time he will bother me." Dressing in her sexiest low-cut dress, just so she can tease him, and watch and listen to him beg her to come back she slips on her shoes and heads for the car. "He always was a sucker for this dress, and I can not wait to watch him grovel for me as I strut around knowing I will never let him use me again" Monica pulls into the driveway of the address she has been given, as she gets out of the car she looks around noticing how dark the house looks she wonders what James is up to. "He probably has a nice dinner ready for me with candles lit and soft music playing, pathetic he is" As she approached the door, before she could even ring the bell the door had opened. In she had stepped into a big room with candles lit and soft music playing in the distance and the fragrance of fresh cut flowers had filled the room. She was so entranced by the painting on the wall she did not realize that she did not even hear the door shut behind her. The painting, "it looks just like me" she thought. Darkness had followed as a blindfold was placed over her eyes and she was led into a larger room where she could here the crackling of a fire. "James, you have gone to far this time, I mean what is the deal with the painting?" From behind, she felt his breath on her neck, slowly he had grabbed both her arms and tied her wrists behind her back. "Who is James, my love?" Her breath catching in her throat "Come on James this isn't funny at all." Binding her wrist tightly, feeling the ropes cut into her "My love you still haven't told me who James is." The voice in her ear, strange but familiar, shit that's the guy I met in the elevator today. Pulling away from him, trying to free herself he pushes her down onto the floor. Pain rings through her legs as she hits the hard wood "Now don't move love. Let me get this all done and then we will talk." pulling against the ropes "Are you out of your fuckin mind?? I don't even know you." A sudden blow to her head leaves her sprawled on the floor, tears fall behind the blindfold she can feel the knot that is starting to form on the back of her head. Crying softly she can feel his hands on her wrist binding them tighter. Pulling her up onto her knees by her wrists the pain shoots through her arms "Now let us talk little one." Turning in his direction with as much venom in her voice as she can work up "You know what fuck you, untie me and let me the hell out of here." Slapping her face repeatedly, her mind spins as the assault on her face continues, she can feel her lip split. With each blow she cries out, tears roll down her cheeks through bruised and now swollen lips "Please stop!! I cant take anymore of this PPLLLEEAASSEE??" the assault stops. . she can feel his breath on her face, suddenly his lips are on hers hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, the taste of blood on her lips pushing so hard into her she is afraid her teeth may chip. Bending her back until her hands are on her ankles he pulls away. Grabbing her by her dress he lifts her to her feet. Leading her closer to the fire he sits her down, sitting behind her unzipping her dress, pulling it down to expose her perfect 36DD's "Now shouldn't a lady like you be wearing something under this?" Crying softly she shakes her head yes, slapping her in the face again "I CANT HEAR YOU!" more tears begin to fall as a smile she cant see curls his lips "yes I should be" she whispers. "Very good little one" stroking her hair she leans slightly into his touch pissed cause she is reacting to his touch. Watching her nipples harden as he touches her, taking one between his fingers and pinching it hard enough to make her whimper at his touch. Pushing her back she tries to get her legs from under her, as he pushes her back he pulls her dress up over her hips. Placing his hand on her stomach he can feel her breathing heavy "Relax little one I am here to give you all you have thought about while you lay in bed alone at night." Pulling her legs out straight, pushing her legs apart while he rips her panties off of her. Holding them in his hand "Mmmm this is what you want isn't it?" feeling how wet they have become. Shaking her head no he grabs her by her hair "Do you lie to me?!?!" beginning to shake slightly "no I didn't mean to. . I mean no I'm not lying" kneeling between her legs, leaning into her she can feel him close to her pushing into him slightly wanting more he pulls her closer by her hips. Pushing her legs up to the point where her knees rest on her shoulders he looks her over, running his hand over her pussy and ass. Slapping her ass repeatedly, crying out with each hit, tears roll down her face as his hand burns into her skin. Feeling the heat rising off her ass she cries softly, taking his thumb and shoving it into her ass she screams in pain. Working it in and out she cries as he smiles a smile she cant see. Taking the thumb of his other hand he pushes it into her ass with the other, pulling them apart to the point where she is afraid she will rip. Pulling his thumbs out of her ass she can hear him unzip his pants "No please no." "Shhh little one relax" pushing against him trying to move away, grabbing her by her ankles and pulling her closer to him, taking her by her hips and flipping her over onto her stomach pushing her knees under her, exposing her ass to him. Leaning into her she can feel his cock pressed against her asshole, crying softly he grabs her by her hair pulling her back against him. Letting her push his cock into her, screaming trying to get away only to be pulled closer to him, pushing his cock further into her. Feeling himself all the way inside of her he lets go of her hair, pushing her shoulders the floor he begins to slam in and out of her ass. Pushing hard into her, moving her along the floor slightly as he fucks her ass. Holding her one hip he slaps her ass repeatedly, jumping with each blow and pushing away every chance she gets. Not realizing with each movement she pushes him deeper, "Stop moving!!!" trying not to move she holds as still as possible, watching her shake he pulls his cock from her ass and she inhales sharply in surprise. Walking around her looking her over, watching her lay there shaking and crying leaning down he unties her hands. Shaking them out slightly she pulls herself back up onto her knees, turning to sit on her sore ass she pulls her legs up against her. Wrapping her arms around her legs she feels his hands on hers, taking her hands in his he helps her stand. "Come with me little one." leading her out of the room and taking the blindfold off of her. Blinking the tears out of her eyes and letting them adjust to the light she can see a large 4 post bed, placing her hand on his shoulder he stops and picks her up, molding her body to his as he carries her he places her on the bed. Her head on the pillows and hands her a glass of wine "I have been wanting to meet you for some time now Monica. I wasn't 100% sure that this is what you wanted but when I saw you earlier I saw it in your eyes." sipping the wine slowly trying to calm herself she hands him back the glass. Moving away from him slightly she tries to straighten her dress, standing "Did I say you could move?" her eyes wide, whispering "but I thought we where done and I could go now." smiling at her "Ah my little one we aren't done yet." Kneeling on the bed close to her she moans slightly and pulls away from his reach. He is on her before she knows what is happening, landing blows on her face and body she can feel the blood from her lips running down her chin. Pushing her down on the bed he pushes her knees apart again shoving 2 fingers into her pussy she gasps at the pain. Pulling and twisting inside her, pulling his fingers apart stretching her more and more he places his cock close to his fingers in one motion he pulls his fingers out of her and replaces them with his cock. Savagely fucking her, slamming into her over and over again. The pain on her face he pushes her legs back holding them there. He can feel her getting wetter "Ah that's it my little slut. You know you want this." Moaning the more he slams into her he knows she is close, harder and harder he fucks her until he feels her hips start to buck, bringing her over the edge he can feel himself start to go too. Unloading himself inside he, collapsing on top of her he looks into her face. The tears still fresh on her face he smiles at her, breathing deeply she smiles back at him "I own you now you know that don't you Monica?" letting her hands find their way around his neck she pulls him close kissing him lightly "Yes I do and thank You." Pushing off of her he lays next to her both breathing deeply enjoying their new found lives. Their First Meeting Their first meeting began just as he had suggested. They met at a local coffee house, sitting across a small, linen covered table from one another. He was dressed in a dark gray business suit with a starched white shirt and striped tie, looking very much the distinguished businessman. She was dressed in a black satin corset, short spandex skirt, thigh-high stockings complete with garter belt, and ankle high leather boots, looking very much like a slut. The vision enchanted him. "Are you wearing panties," he asked, with that unusual accent to his words she had come to recognize and like. "No, Sir. I never wear panties." In fact, it had been months since she had cleared out her underwear drawer, throwing away every pair of panties she owned, having come to enjoy the freedom and naughtiness of being bare-assed all of the time. What she liked most about it was that it left her constantly wet, and aroused. "Open your legs wide," he quietly instructed, stirring a spoon in his coffee. "Very wide," he added, smiling slightly. He noticed her eyes quickly scanning the room to assess whether anyone else would notice their play. Judging the risk as low for being caught, she slid lower in her chair and spread her legs as far as she could, feeling the rush of cool air against her wet pussy, and knowing his next words before they were even spoken. "I want you to place two fingers in your pussy, dear." She hesitated. "Do it now," he commanded, and with her stomach knotting and a flush of color building on her face, she reached beneath the table, placing her right hand between her legs, and inserted the first and second fingers of her right hand into her warm and very wet pussy. "Deeper," he instructed. "As deeply as you can." She watched him slowly raise his cup of coffee to his lips, his eyes locking with hers, enjoying both her discomfiture and her obedience. Pleasure was evident in his eyes and in his very relaxed posture. Her hand hadn't moved; she was lost in the fear that someone would notice and raise an alarm, and it made her heart thump heavily in her chest and a trembling begin at her toes that worked its way up through her entire body. And then, over the rim of the cup, he said the words again that he had said in his phone conversations each time they had spoken, "you are always safe with me." Her fingers penetrated deeply. He knew from the softening of her eyes that she was doing as he directed, just as he knew by her high color and the way her lips parted as her breathing began to come faster and ragged, that she was enjoying his control. There was no need for him to look beneath the short tablecloth to assure himself that she was following his instructions. She might be new to this, but she had been ready for quite some time to give herself to him completely; body, soul and mind. "Are your fingers completely wet," he asked. "Yes, Sir," she breathed quietly, wishing that she'd been able to come up with a quick and clever reply; impossible under the circumstances, and probably not such a good idea with this man, she reflected. While he had displayed an agile and quick sense of humor on many occasions in phone conversations, he was not likely to find her quips amusing here, or now. "Then remove them, Silk," he quietly commanded, "and give me your hand." She complied, only to watch as he took her hand, the fingers covered with her own juices, and brought them to his mouth, engulfing them, sucking on them and rolling his tongue over them until he had thoroughly tasted her essence. At that moment, a chair scraped across the wooden floor and a woman in a beige business suit rose, grabbing up her purse and, throwing a shocked and disgusted look in their direction, stormed out of the coffee shop. Ignoring the quickly departing woman in the beige suit, he kept his attention on Silk and smiled that slow, knowing smile. "Delicious," he said. "I like the way you taste." He turned her hand over and placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist before releasing her. "Now finish your coffee, pet," he smiled. It wasn't long before he was ushering her out of the shop and helping her into her car. But as he did so, he stopped her with a hand at her waist, turning her to face him, as he very slowly lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, unconcerned that anyone might be watching as he deliberately brought his other hand to her breast, which hardened beneath the warmth and fondling of his hand. His fingers found her erect nipple and squeezed hard, bringing a small moan of pain to her throat. It aroused him. He pulled her tighter against him, letting her feel his hardened cock beneath his trousers pressing against her belly, and shoved his tongue deeply into her mouth, possessively, demanding. Then he handed her into her car and closed the door, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. She led the way to her house, with him following closely behind in his own car. So many thoughts were jamming the circuits of her brain, she hardly noticed the drive, except for those times when she checked her rear view mirror and realized she was getting too far ahead of him. She slowed down several times to allow him to catch up, and within minutes was unlocking the front door and leading him inside. She hadn't noticed that he had taken a canvas duffel bag from the front seat of his car and carried it with him now. Once inside the door, he ordered her to "Strip." No beating around the bush here, she thought. Off came the corset, then the skirt, the boots, then the garter and stockings. "On your knees," he instructed. She complied quickly, knowing that if she hesitated she would freeze and have difficulty continuing. Submitting to him was what she desired, yet the act of doing so was incredibly difficult. So many inhibitions, so many fears stared her square in the face. "Spread your legs, Silk," he said, "and place your hands behind your neck." The pose left her feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. And wet. Extremely wet. "Now tell me what you offer," he commanded. "I surrender to you, Sir," she began. "I am yours…body, mind and soul. You have my complete submission." He stood quietly, considering her words, weighing them in his mind. From her serious face, the direct way she looked into his eyes, he knew she was sincere and he was pleased. For some time, he had thought she was a prize worth owning, not only for her desire to submit, but also for her intelligence and humor; the way others seemed to enjoy her conversations and her respectful ways. And of course, there was that ass he wanted to fuck. "And what are your limitations, Silk? Think carefully, dear." "Blood, urine, scat, children, animals, Sir," she began. Those were the easy things. "Those things on the activities list, Sir, that I indicate I have no interest in. Those are my limits, Sir." She felt comfortable mentioning the list, as there were few enough activities on the list that she had found offensive to her. "And, of course, Sir, I am monogamous. I would prefer not to share you with other submissives." After a brief consideration he smiled. "You are mine, dear," he said. "Yes Sir," she affirmed. "I am yours, Master." From his duffel bag he pulled a crop and stood before her, his legs braced slightly apart, slapping the crop against the palm of his hand as he smiled down at her. "Have you ever felt the bite of a crop, Silk," he asked. "No, Sir," she whispered, her eyes large and fixed on his face. "You will today, pet," he smiled, wondering if she would try to object. "And how do you feel about that, my dear," he asked. Silk had seen a crop used on a friend. She had watched as it flicked across naked nipples and a bare ass and reddened shoulders, and she knew it could pack quite a sting. She did not relish the thought of it nipping at her flesh, but it hardly seemed to matter at this point, as he was obviously looking forward to using it on her. Each time it slapped against his palm, she jumped just a bit. "If that's what you wish, Sir," she whispered, "then it's what I wish too." "And why is that, Silk?" "Because I want to please you, Sir." After a moment's hesitation, he placed the tip of the crop on her left shoulder and slowly dragged it down the front of her, over her hard, erect nipple and down her belly and hip. Then to the inside of her thigh and upwards, grazing her pussy lips in an exquisite tease, down the inside of her right thigh, up over her hip, belly, breast and nipple, to rest again on her opposite shoulder. He could see her chest rising and falling heavily with excitement and, possibly, fear and felt his cock grow hard with desire for her. Placing the crop beneath her chin, he raised her face, so he could look into her eyes for a moment before he walked to the rear of her and dragged the crop over her back and buttocks in a sensuous, swirling pattern that made her skin tingle with pleasure. And when she least expected it, he brought it swiftly and suddenly against her ass where it made a loud smacking sound. She jumped and cried out in surprise, reaching behind her with a hand to rub the spot his crop had hit. "Silk, did I give you permission to alter your position," he asked in a firm and commanding tone. "No, Sir" she replied, worried that she had already displeased him, and placed her hands behind her neck again, staring straight ahead, quick to resume her former pose. The crop began a slow gentle caress of her again, dancing over the flesh of her back and ass, and again, when she was beginning to relax, it struck, hitting her on the opposite cheek, this time with a bit more force. This time she held still, though her eyes watered and her ass stung. "Good girl," he murmured, pleased. The next contact was to her shoulder; and then her opposite shoulder, each a little harder, each bringing a surprised cry to her lips After a few minutes, in which he more surprised than hurt her, he reached into his duffel again and brought out a flogger. He knew from their conversations that she enjoyed a flogging and was not the least surprised when her whole body appeared to go limp before him. He dragged the soft deer skin over her back and shoulders and watched as goose bumps rose along her arms and breasts. "You like the feel of a flogger, Silk?" he smiled. And before she could reply, he answered for her. "Of course you do, my little pain slut." Taking her by a hand and lifting her to her feet he bent her over the arm of the chair and bound her by her wrists and ankles. Slowly, letting her warm up to it, he flogged her ass and back, stopping periodically to stroke her skin and ease the sting, or to probe her dripping wet pussy with his fingers. Quietly and with a passion-filled voice, he told her what a perfect slut she was…his slut. And how she could look forward to doing anything he wanted her to do, because she belonged to him. The afternoon progressed along similar lines, he giving her one sensation after another, some mild, some at the very edge of her ability to tolerate. He used his hands to arouse her, first sliding them over her ass and breasts. Then he slipped them between her thighs to push her legs further apart so that he might stroke her pussy and clit with his warm fingers, probing inside her hot, wet cunt. He squeezed and pulled on her nipples, and sank his fingers deeply into her ass, enjoying her moans of pleasure/pain, feeling the heat of her body rise as his desire for her rose along with it. He fucked her hard, going deeply into her pussy and then her tight, hot ass, until his balls were pushed hard up against her throbbing cunt and wanting to explode. Silk had never felt so used by a man, but found herself wanting more and more; to be completely possessed and used by this man who now owned her. She knew there was nothing she wouldn't do at his command. For the first time in her life, she felt truly like a slut, eager to please her Master. Like the pet that he called her, she would respond to his demands, knowing she was safe and cared for. This is what she'd been seeking most of her life, and she marveled that she had finally found peace with the deviant side of her sexual self. And she adored this man for not only allowing her to be true to her nature, but because he had helped to expose the existence of this submissive, obedient and wanton woman. Their First Meeting The first meeting of online friends, he thinks he knows her well, But does he? He's from the north and she's from the south, like day and night. He's looking for a little T & D, but what's she looking for.... His name is Michael and he lives in Illinois. He's married, but has a taste for something more,. He's so very handsome a man, an ex-jock. Tall, dark hair , dark eyes , lol, an Italian stallion so to speak and very hungry. He's a business man so therefore travels a lot. Her name is Lynn and she's from Florida. Also married and she's definitely into more, maybe more then he bargained for. She's on the short side at 5'4, dark brunette hair, that hangs half way down her back, green eyes that sparkle, and change shades according to her moods. Well endowed breasts, and a pat-able ass. A housewife with ambitions to write 'erotica.' She's written a few stories and posted them. She received email from them, praise and criticism. After reading one of her stories, he checked her profile on the story site then again online. Finding them both the same, he decided to contact her and see if she's for real. He sent her a short email asking if she writes stories. She told him yes she does 'Why?" He told her he read her story and really liked it, could they IM. She left him email saying sure, to leave his screen name, which he did. They had several online chats through IM's. getting to know each other, learning about each other. They realized there was a hell of a draw . It wasn't long and there were short phone chats. First timidly, then full blown "teases." The kind where she teased him unmercifully. Tormenting him with what she would be doing to him. How she would have him service her. Then while away on a business trip he bought a webcam to surprise Her, he knew how hearing him turned Her on, and what the pics he had sent her did for Her, so he was hoping this would please Her. So She could see what she was doing to him instead of him telling Her. It worked, Lynn was very pleased with him. Being able to see his every throb Her words caused, and the drops of precum as they appeared, then rolled over the head and down the shaft. He occasionally went on cam at home, but it was mostly for his many business trips. By observing his reactions to her words of encouragement, she learned just how far she could take him. The trigger words, the ones that took him to the next level. The webcam opened a whole new venue for teasing. He has to take a trip south on business, amazingly enough where he has business is in the next town over from where she lives. After his business is taken care of, he planned to change hotels to where she lives in hopes of what, lol, maybe in hopes that lunch will turn into a something like they've talked about for extended periods of time. So they plan on having lunch together with no expectations, just a meet and get to know lunch. Neither of them could ever imagine the chemistry that would be there. Both of them were so nervous, but so anxious. When he got into town , he checked into his hotel, and called her letting her know he was here. She was soooo nervous, not sure this should happen, she practically jumped out of her skin when the phone rang, she knew it was him. She was expecting the call, so why all the nerves now, she thought. He said he'd like to get freshened up and make a few business connections, and then they could meet. Telling her which hotel, giving her his room number if she wanted to meet there then go to lunch. She took down the number said maybe they should meet at the restaurant first. He had no problem with that either. After his call she showered and put on her makeup, taking care, she wanted to make the best first impression. First starting with her lingerie, she remembered him saying how it was a turn on for him. She decided on a cream color front close bra in a sheer lace barely there style with matching thong panties. And with her outer clothes she decided on something a little dressy, but casual enough .A little dark purple skirt that came mid thigh, with a slit on the side. The top was similar to a tank top of a sheer beige material, low cut. She was hoping the outfit showed off her assets. Finishing with a cream color garter belt with lace top nylons and some strappy sandals that came up her ankles. Michael was just as anxious to impress her, making sure he looked appetizing. That he not only looked good but smelled good enough to eat. He called letting Lynn know that his meetings were over a little early, if she wasn't busy could they meet a little earlier then planned. If he only knew Lynn was just as anxious and had been waiting for his call. She told him sure. She'd be there shortly, trying not to sound to eager. Lynn had packed a few of her toys, just in case it worked out like she hoped. You know, the usual toys a Dominatrix would enjoy. She put on the perfume she always wears, she had even sent him a sample, so when they chatted he could take a little sniff and could imagine her there. And when she would near him, he would know her before he even seen her. On the drive over so many things were going through her mind. It would be so different, this time it would be real. She thought of all the different teases she had put him through. The long teasing sessions they had, the only orgasms he'd had were ruined ones, all leading up to this meeting. The ultimate tease, she wondered if she should/would let him cum this time. Michael was wondering also, if everything worked out like he hoped if she would let him cum. Thinking it would be the best with her being there for it, He knew with the build up he had, it would be like a uncontrolled fire hose, spewing cum like never before. He was getting hard just thinking about it, about some of their last 'chats.' Lynn arrived and parked, checking her hair and makeup, she decided she was glad she had worn her long hair pulled up, with a few strands hanging, giving her that tousled look. She dabbed a little more perfume on wrists, behind her ears drawing a line down to her breasts, then dabbing a bit to the inside of her elbows, smiling to herself she was feeling the Domme in her coming out and dabbed it on the inside her knees drawing a narrow line up the inside of her thighs. She knew that would drive her Michael crazy. They had chosen a nice Italian restaurant near his hotel. As she approached the door to the restaurant, the door was opened for her, she smiled her thanks. Looking around the room, she saw him, more handsome in person, his picture he sent her didn't do him justice. Lynn gave them the reservation name to make sure, then the Hostess escorted her to their table. Michael stood up to hold her chair, leaning in close for a small hug and to breath in her scent. He told her she was more beautiful then her picture. She blushes slightly at his attention and words. The waiter came to the table to show them a wine list, he ordered a nice wine. When the waiter walked away, he reached across the table and handed her a single pale lavender rose. The closest he could find to her color. She smiled and thanked him, not just for the rose but for remembering. Michael told her he remembered everything she says, Lynn laughed and asked, "You remember everything I say?" Michael said, "of course I do, care to test me?" This really amused Lynn, she said, "Maybe later." Their wine arrived, after Michael okayed it, the waiter poured them a glass. They made a small toast to "firsts." And hopefully many seconds and thirds. They made some small talk, talking a little about his business in town, the nice weather , he asked her "if she had ordered it special just for him?" She laughed saying, "yes she had." They were both quite nervous and it was showing Those silent moments, when all they did was look in each others eyes. Both wondering about the expectations. Lynn realized looking into his eyes just how submissive he was. Ohhhh those soft 'puppy-dog' looks he was giving Her! Thank God for the waiter, he must have guessed it was a first meeting of these two. He brought the menus, told them of their specials, and offering a few suggestions. Both would start with a small house salad, she decided on Chicken Parmesan El Greco, she doesn't care for tomato sauce. He ordered Spaghetti with meatballs, how appropriate huh? Another glass of wine, then the salads arrived. Which were very good, they chatted a little more about their likes and dislikes, food and otherwise. Wasn't long and dinner arrived. Which was to both of their liking. Everything was delicious. After finishing their lunch they talked a few moments more while he paid the bill. They walked out into the warm afternoon air. And stood gazing into each other's eyes. Him trying to read Her, She was trying to imagine his real limits. Breaking the silence Michael asked if she'd like to come back to his room to chat a while. Smiling Lynn said, "I thought you'd never ask." Michael asked where her car was, he had taken a cab. Lynn showing him the way, she asked if he'd like to drive, he said no, he really wanted to be able check her out some more without her realizing it. And look he did from the time she got in, watching her skirt ride up a little on her thighs. When she turned slightly in the seat to get out in traffic, he caught a nice glimpse of her cleavage. He only thought she hadn't noticed him watching, she also noticed the nice bulge he was developing in his pants. Arriving at his hotel, they parked, and she popped the trunk, telling him to get the bag out of the trunk, her first order for him. Not realizing it though, he jumped to do as she said. She smiled to herself, he really is submissive, And she was planning on having the time of her life. Michael took the bag out, shut the trunk and offered Lynn his other hand. They walked that way into the lobby and to the elevators. It was a quiet time of the afternoon, so the elevators weren't very busy, no one got on with them. After the doors closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms for a kiss. She granted him that, him being so good looking he was hard to resist. Their bodies melting into each other, the kiss lasting for the entire elevator ride. Getting off on his floor, he picked the bag back up from where he had dropped it, they headed down the hall to his room. Pulling the card key from his pocket he swiped it, opening the door, showing Lynn in, telling her to make herself comfortable as he checked his messages. She checked out his suite while he was on the phone. Putting her bag in the bedroom. He called out to her he'd be on the phone a little while. She said, "No problem to take his time." Lynn sat her bag on the bed, opening it to get ready for their first afternoon together. Bringing out the leather wrists and ankle cuffs, as she run her fingers over them, they had only been used a few other times and had been put away for quite a while now. Lynn was looking forward to this. She attached them to the bed, mmmm she wondered if Michael had a premonition about what was gonna happen, this type of bed was just right for this it being a four poster bed. She slide a few different size vibrators under the edge of the mattress. Then took out a soft velveteen blindfold, a ball gag just in case he got vocal. And a few other surprises. Lynn wants both of them to enjoy the afternoon, so she fills the ice bucket, gets a few sodas and a couple bottles of water to bring to the bedroom. Taking a separate bucket and putting some ice in it, then putting the bowl of fruit she brought in the top of it. And a few other tasty treats. Trying to get everything ready for when he's done with his business. Sitting on the bed she lightly caresses her breasts in anticipation of all to come. Sliding her fingers to the hem of her skirt and up her thighs, finding that she's already damp. Sliding the panty aside and dipping her finger in and out a few times, then bringing them to her lips, she's always enjoyed her own taste, whether by herself or on her partners cock. MMMM.... Michael comes in the room quietly and just stands still watching her, such a erotic sight, he finds himself tenting the front of his slacks. Hard and throbbing, wanting. Watching her a little moan escapes his lips as she sucks her sweet juices from her fingers. Hearing his moan startles her. Looking up to him, she sees how excited he is but at the same time, thinking he needs to be ummm punished for not letting his 'Mistress' know he was entering the room. Lynn thinks to herself some rules will have to be set down, but since it's their first time, she'll let it slide, or maybe just make it a little harder on him. Michael snaps back realizing he's been caught, and blushes while trying to make an apology which she just waves off saying to be quiet and come to her. She stands up and embraces him briefly, turning him so his back is to the bed. Before pushing him to his back, she lifts his shirt off, over his head.Kissing down his chest, licking around his nipples first one then the other. Sucking on his little nub of a nipple, while she tweaks and rolls the other one with her index finger and thumb. She remembers him saying how sensitive they are, using that info against him. As she licks down his tummy, she watches his reactions. Hearing his soft moans she knows she's hitting all the right spots. She flicks her tongue around his belly button, then licking along the edge of his slacks. Unsnapping them, slowly sliding the zipper down, she feels how his cock is springing to life. Now he's watching her in anticipation. She asks him to lift his cute ass up a little, and slides them down his legs, he had kicked off his shoes so she's able to slide them right off his feet. She moves down picking up first one foot and sliding his sock off and then the other. The anticipation is killing him. He's trying to remember if he told her how ticklish he is. But he doesn't have long to wait, As Lynn holds his foot in her hands, a little smirk comes over her face, and she runs her nails down the sole of his foot. Causing him to about jump out of his skin, gasping. Lynn laughs, setting his foot back down. And he thinks he's safe. Lynn tells him to scoot up the bed, Michael does as he's told, He's so eager to please her, he's waited along time for this meeting. Walking around to the top of the bed, she takes hold of his hand stretching it out she kisses his palm, then wraps his wrist in the leather wrist restraint, then goes to the other side and secures the other one. Michael flexes his muscles checking the binding, he realizes he's not going anywhere. As she walks to the bottom of the bed, she's steady caressing him, but avoiding touching his cock/her weenie now! Finger tips and nails grazing his thighs, knees, calves. She takes a foot and wraps the leather cuff around it, Her fingers playing with his toes... Lynn loves the little gasps he makes. The way he shivers from her touch. She finishes his last restraint. Michael's weenie is throbbing in mid air, twitching, hard as a rock He thinks it's harder then it's ever been. Lynn leans over him just inches from it, smiling she makes a licking motion with her tongue, like you would an ice cream cone. He watches in anticipation, hoping her tongue makes contact, When she does this a few times then stands up , Michael just groans with frustration. Lynn puts the velvet blindfold over his eyes and fastens it. Taking away one of his senses. Smiling she picks a piece of ice out, and gently rubs it over first one of his nipples then the other, causing him to shiver. Then flicks her warm tongue over the nipple, sucking it gently. and then the other, paying equal attention to both. Taking the cube she slides it down his chest to his belly button. Letting it melt slowly, then licking the water that remains. Michael starts begging, knowing which way she's heading. She coos, and asks, "What Baby no chilly weenie?" With a bit of a laugh. She picks up a bottle that has been warmed, MMMM chocolate syrup, she drizzles it on the head of his cock, letting it run down and over his balls. He's not sure what she's put on him just that it's warm And She gives it a few firm strokes. Then she starts the slow process of licking it off. Steady soft moans and low groans come out of him. A slow torture. He starts thrusting his hips up and she stops. Frustrated he pleads with her for relief. No such luck there. He feels her wrap something around his balls, then his cock. And he remembers her talking about a cock & ball harness, and groans. Only making his engorged cock throb even harder. And a deeper feeling of frustration washing over him as he realizes with the way the harness pulls his balls away from his body, there's no way of his cumming, till she's ready to allow that. Thanks for reading My story and hope you vote on it as well... Their First Meeting They'd fantasised about a meeting for weeks, but now that they were actually face-to-face, they were both a little nervous. "Fancy a drink?" she asked. "What I'd really like to do is get a bottle and take it back to the room." "That's a good idea." "Any preference?" "Red, I think." He bought a bottle of Aussie Shiraz from the bar and tasted it, and asked for a couple of glasses. Together, they walked down the corridor to the hotel room. They didn't rush. They didn't speak, either. They both knew what they had come there for. Once the door was closed behind them, she undressed and got into bed while he poured the wine and left it to breathe. Then it was his turn to disrobe. Once in bed, they embraced, kissing each other tenderly, slowly exploring each other's bodies. Remembering their conversations, he slid his hand down her belly to her groin, then gently up the parting of her body until he found her secret place with the tips of his ring and middle fingers. Gently but firmly, he teased the bud of her clitoris in small circles and was gratified to hear her moan after a few moments. It seemed that their earlier nervousness was evaporating fast. Encouraged by her reaction, he slid two fingers between her labia into her waiting pussy, which was already more than moist. She squirmed and bucked beneath his hand. He bent his head to her right nipple and gently sucked it until it was harder than it had been at the start, then nipped it slightly between his teeth. Her breath came with a startled hiss, but she moved so that her breast was more accessible and opened her thighs further. He replaced two fingers with three, so easily that he then replaced three with four. He doubled his fingers back over his palm so that they were rubbing on the front of the inside of her vagina and his palm was clamped down over her clitoris, and rocked his hand backwards and forwards, in and out. She was very enthusiastic, thrusting her pelvis in time to meet his movements. After a few minutes of this, she whispered "more...." He didn't need to be asked twice, and as she was so very, very moist, he didn't think he was going to need any additional lubrication. He removed his fingers from her and anointed his thumb, ball of his hand and his knuckles liberally with her secretions. He folded his thumb into the palm of his right hand and returned four fingers to her vagina. They entered easily, as did his thumb, up as far as his knuckles. He sensed resistance then, so started to rhythmically push and relax, push and ease up, at a slow pace. "Oh, yes!" she moaned. He took this as assent and increased the pressure he was exerting. The widest part of his knuckles had by now entered her muscular ring and with a steady pressure and a twist of his hand, he was able to enter her completely. He folded his fingers into a fist as he did so, and within seconds was inside her to his wrist. She gasped audibly and stiffened as he completed the manoeuvre, but he didn't move further and she slowly relaxed, growing used to the sensation of being completely filled. As he sensed that she had become accustomed to the intrusion, he started to move again, slowly, gently rotating his fist, pulling it slowly clear of her until his knuckles dragged at her flesh, then twisting again and returning his hand to its haven. She matched his movements, pushing up against his intruding hand, and he could feel that she was becoming more and more aroused. He slid down the bed until his head was between her thighs as well as his hand. He had a good view from there and was entranced as he watched her labia and perineum bulge out around his knuckles as he withdrew his fist to the limit of engagement. Now he found her centre with his lips and tongue, caressing and flicking tirelessly, ceaselessly, as he worked his fist within her, rotating and pulling, twisting and pushing, stretching her, exercising her pliable muscles. She began to climax, bucking against him and gasping, her hands grasping at his head. He found his hand clamped in a vicelike grip as her vaginal muscles spasmed, pulsing against his wrist and knuckles, and he was concerned not to move his hand too much in case he damage her. Finally, she began to relax as her orgasm subsided. He began to withdraw his hand, but she reached down and took him by the forearm. "Stay there," she smiled.