0 comments/ 6692 views/ 0 favorites The Moment of Truth By: Nightskye The day had finally arrived and Julie found herself wet from the sheer anticipation of finally meeting Tom. They had met online and had shared as much of each other as two intimate strangers could via the internet and those stolen moments on the phone. They had talked about meeting many times but it had never happened, but she told him that she had to be with him, to feel him. He wasn't hard to convince, he wanted her too, so badly it ached at times. She had it all planned out, this was going to be an incredible night for them both, she would make absolutely sure of that. She told him to meet her at an old roadside park that was no longer in use and completely secluded. What made this particular spot special was that is was right along an incredible stretch of beach. It was a place that provided an escape for her and many times she would come down, skinny dip and lay in the sun, completely naked, loving the feel of the warm sun on her sexy body. This was going to be the first time she shared it with anyone, but she was going to do more than share this place, she was going to share of herself in a way she had never shared with a man before. Julie went to take a shower and to get ready to meet him. She stripped off all her clothes and stepped into the steamy shower. As she closed her eyes, her thoughts drifted to Tom, he was never far from her thoughts. Her soapy hand began to caress all the parts of her body that thoughts of him made tingle. Her breasts tingled and her nipples were rocked hard, as she pinched them between to sudsy fingers. Her hands traveled lower, over her firm stomach, down the soft furry patch between her legs. Ah, that one last special step before she continued this shower, she was going to shave this intimate spot between her legs. She parted her legs and gently shaved the this part of her before she let her fingers enter the slippery wetness. She leaned into the shower wall, and fingered herself, stroking her clit, as the water from the shower cascaded down over her body. She had pleasured herself many times with thoughts of Tom or while talking to him over the phone, so he could hear what he did to her. But this time was so much more intense because she knew that in just a couple of hours he would be the one tantalizing her body in the flesh. She wanted it to be baby soft and bare for him as she had teased him with so many times. It was that thought that put her over the edge and she began a long, intense, self induced orgasm that made her melt down the shower wall, until she collapsed with a secret little smile on her lips. She dressed in exactly what she had planned, a black thong bikini, with a sheer white lace cover up, that accentuated her tan body. She took extra time to make sure she smelled absolutely edible and looked the part too. She put an old but soft comforter in the car, she knew it would get cold on the beach even though now just the thoughts were like heat to her. She was more than ready for the drive to her special rendezvous. She climbed into her Mustang convertible, turned up the stereo and pulled out of her drive, she was on her way. When she pulled up she parked her car out of sight and got out. He would be here soon and she couldn't waste any time if her plan was to work as she hoped. She needed to get out and walk a bit anyway, to calm her nerves, though she was so ready for this night, she was nervous too, they had never met in person and she so wanted this to be the first perfect night of many to come. She walked down the hill toward the beach, as the sun was just beginning to make it's decent in the evening sky, it was exquisite. She walked along the water's edge, her bare feet splashing the water up onto her long, slender legs. She had just gotten herself relaxed, when she heard his car pull up. Tom got out of his car and looked around but didn't see her car there, he was hoping she hadn't gotten cold feet and decided not to show up, but he was a few minutes early. He couldn't wait to see her finally, to hold her, but more so to have her. She had gotten to him in a way that no other woman ever had and he had never even met her. Tom crawled up on the hood of his car, to wait impatiently, when he caught a glimpse of something. He wasn't sure if it was her or not, it was a lone woman but with the sun in his eyes he couldn't be sure. He saw her slowly removing the lacy white cover up that hid the amazing body underneath, she tossed it aside, the wind catching it. He moved to the edge of his car hood and sat mesmerized by the sight laid out below on the beach. He was almost certain it was her, but something held him for approaching her yet. Julie was beautiful dressed in the black bikini that scantily covered her tanned body. He saw her arms reach behind her as if to stretch but when her she brought her arms back down, the bikini top came with it and she dropped it in the sand behind her as she continued towards him on the beach. He moved closer but never said a word while watching this private showing. She reached up and cupped her breasts, they were very full and her nipples were large and rock hard. Her hands continued to move lower and she stopped, turned toward the water. He noticed the revealing bikini was a thong and as she bent over to splash water on her bare breasts, all he could think was how badly he wanted to run his tongue where that thong was laying in the middle of her tight ass. She next grabbed the sides of the thong and seductively removed it, teasingly pulling it down her long legs and then tossing it behind her. He was rock hard now and it was everything he could do not to run done there and devour her, but he had a feeling this private showing was not over. Julie knew he was there watching her and she was hoping that this "for his eyes only" showing was having it's desired effect. She felt confident it was because she could almost feel him, even though he was several feet away. She laid down in the sand, just at the water's edge so that it lapped up and over her body. The sun glistened off her soft skin and her body felt so completely alive. Her hands moved down over her body in a seductive trail, grazing her rock hard nipples and then moving lower, one hand disappearing between her legs. The other hand reached down and scooped up some of the frothy ocean water and she splashed it across her chest. The water droplets slowly making their own exploratory paths downs each of her succulent breasts. Her hand gently caressed each breast, teasing and touching it, while her other hand became lost in the soft, moist part between her legs. Her hand began to trace the pouty lips of her hot pussy as the cool water lapped up the juices that were already beginning to seep from her. She was so aroused, by her touch, the water and just knowing that he was there watching her she didn't realize that Tom was just a few feet away now, moving towards her. When his body made a shadow over hers, she looked up and for the first time their eyes locked. For that moment they were lost in each other, the ocean, the sun, nothing in the world around them existed. Tom's eyes finally left hers and moved down to take in the body that had entranced him from a distance. She could feel his eyes devouring every inch of her and she so enjoyed the feeling. She stood and reached for his hand just before she pressed her damp body into his and kissed him for the first time. It started slow and lingering, but the hunger inside her took over, she parted his lips and slipped her tongue pasted them to taste him. Tom tasted like more and she knew she would have more of him, she would taste all of him. Her kisses became more urgent, as if she had waited to taste his mouth her whole life. When she pulled away they were both breathless, he started to speak, but she quieted him with another kiss. Her hands began to explore the rest of him, with her lips and mouth following closely behind. She moved to his neck, kissing and nibbling on him, while her hands pulled off his shirt. Her eyes took him in, as she began to undress him, wanting to etch him into her mind. His chest was incredible and she loved to touch it and press her erect nipples into it while she kissed his neck and down toward his chest. She let him know how good he tasted but uttering little moans between nibbles and he responded to her with his own sounds of pleasure. Her hands moved lower, as her lips teased his chest, licking his nipples that were just as hard as her own. She gently nibbled and suckled all the way down his chest until she caught up to her hands that were removing his pants. As she slid his pants down his legs, she lowered herself to her knees and began to kiss a tantalizing trail down one of his thighs and back up the other thigh. She could not get enough of him. She pulled him down to the sand with her and laid him back in the moistly packed down sand where she had been laying just minutes before. Again her mouth found his, kissing him so hungrily, so breathlessly. Her mouth again began its assault down his body, this time her hands caressing and trying to touch every inch of him that her lips could not. The tip of her tongue traced a line around each of his nipples and then lower over his stomach. Tom's stomach sank in and quivered when her tongue trailed over it, in anticipation of where it was heading next. When her chin hit the head of his incredible cock, she stopped and looked at him and then down over his body. He was so worth the wait, he was incredible to look at. He was everything she had hoped for and more. With an intoxicating little smile on her lips, she went down on him, her tongue moving up and down his throbbing shaft. Then she took the head of his cock into her mouth and savored it before eagerly sliding her lips the rest of the way down him. He gasped when she had him in as far as she could take him. Julie let her tongue dance around the soft skin covering this intense hardness, while her mouth moved up and down him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her own moans were muffled by the fullness of his cock in her mouth but she could hear him moan and heavily breath her name into the ocean breeze. Her hands caressed his body and one moved lower to cup his swollen sac, her fingers gently teased the soft skin, while her mouth continued to move up and down his cock. She could feel his strong legs tense and knew he was close, so she increased the rhythm and began to move her mouth up and down him faster until he finally began to cum and fill her mouth with his warm, sweet juices. She lapped them up just as the water was lapping up against the very part of her that was now physically aching for his attention. She moved her head back up and laid it against his chest, feeling his heart hammering against her cheek as he was coming down from the intense orgasm. She moved to lay down beside him and mold herself up against him while he recovered from the intense pleasure. It wasn't long before Tom was more than ready to get his fill of her, he too wanted to taste her and to memorize the taste of her. He looked in to her eyes and kissed him, without words telling her that he wanted to give to her all that she had just given to him and she knew that he would. His mouth was so eager and warm on her damp skin as it moved toward her neck. Tom kissed a fiery trail down her neck and then between her ample breasts. She arched toward him, craving more and more of his attention. His hands cupped her breasts and he began to massage and knead them with his fingers and palms. He then squeezed them together and guided his hands up to frame in her dark rose colored nipples. His mouth lowered and she shuddered as he took first one and then the other nipple and suckled it like a ripe, juicy strawberry. It was freeing to know that she could completely let go out here, with only the ocean breeze to hear her. Julie's moans and cries of pure ecstasy were only heard by her and the man who was bringing her such intense pleasure. Just when she thought felt she was about to experience her first orgasm from him expertly titillating her breasts and nipples, he moved lower still. Her tummy trembled inside as his soft breath moved over her lower until he stopped. She could feel his heavy breathing pick up when he saw the special treasure waiting for him between her legs. Tom ravished her with his eyes first, she had promised to be freshly shaved and beautifully bare down there but here it was in front of him, his for the taking. He loved the way it looked and didn't take long to run his tongue along the folds of her moist pussy lips. His tongue set her on fire as it traced a very distinctive line down her slit, parting it for an even deeper taste. His hands moved lower, pulling her legs farther apart as he settled between them. He fingers gingerly pulled apart her soft folds and then he moved in to sample the small erect bud her clit offered to him. His tongue toyed with it, lashing at it and she heard herself scream out his name. His tongue began a rhythm of flicking her clit and then sliding lower to enter her, in and out. The feeling was almost overwhelming, she found herself having a hard time breathing. He was feeding on her like a hungry child and with the same enthusiasm. She found herself swaying her hips toward his wanting mouth, as he plunged his tongue deep into her drenched pussy. Her breasts were gently bouncing with each thrust and she reached up and cupped them, pinching her nipples and begging Tom to never stop. Without warning the most incredible orgasm she had experienced began to wash over her like a huge tidal wave from the ocean. She lost complete control and let it carry her away. Her juices flowed into Tom's waiting mouth and he eagerly savored each drop of her. He softly kissed his way back to her mouth and kissed her with her own juices still fresh on his lips. He rolled over to her side and as she opened her eyes, he was looking down at her. It was such an intense look between them that she felt she could loose himself in him and never find her way back. They lay there, their moist bodies bathed in the ocean water and their own pleasure juices, for a long time, just watching the sun set and enjoying the feel of each other's naked body snuggly pressed together. The sun had gone down and that was chill surrounding the heat they had created together. She slipped away from him long enough to run playfully and naked to her car to get the comfy old blanket from her car. When she returned he wrapped them in the blanket, their bodies molded together and they kissed for what seemed an eternity. Their bodies came alive again in the confines of that old blanket and they both knew that this night was not complete. She leaned into him, kissed his ear and whispered softly "I want to feel you inside me, Tom, I want to make love with you and to you". Julie covered her mouth with his and that was all she needed. She spread the blanket out on the soft beach sand and lowered him back on it. She moved over him and straddled him, her soft, bare pussy gently kneading his firm cock. She kissed all over his chest and then back up to his mouth, her tongue exploring him over and over. She moved forward and grazed her rock hard nipples over his lips, as he nipped at them. She then lowered her body, so that his cock entered her slowly and she took every enticing inch he had to offer her. She lay against him, just absorbing all the sensations of finally having his cock buried deep inside her. She then began to thrust her hot pussy up and down his shaft. With each up stroke she would tighten down and then ram him back upside her. Mmmm, it felt so good. She loved the way he filled her insides. Her rhythm picked up and she leaned towards him so that her nipples danced up and down his chest. That only added to the intensity, Tom placed his hands on her hips and guided her down onto him, adding to the force, as if he couldn't get into her deep enough. She responded by moving faster, her pussy began to contract around him and he could feel it. Within a few seconds they were both carried into a second orgasm that night that would seem to last for minutes. They rode it out, Julie sliding her drenched pussy up and done his shaft until they both came with such intensity that their warm juices mixed and cascaded down over his thighs. She collapsed on top of him, with his cock still tucked inside her. She didn't want him to pull out and loose the feeling of him being inside her. They laid there the longest time, then he rolled her over wrapping himself around her, pulling the blanket around them both. The watched the stars until the both dozed off. They hadn't talked much but they knew this night would be about being with each other physically, to spend the sexual energy that had been building between them for weeks. They felt they knew each other from all they had shared up to this point and now they knew each other in a way they never dreamed possible. This was to be the first incredible sexual encounter between them, but not the last. The Moment of Truth She was late... Perhaps that meant she had changed her mind. It had been her idea, after all, to learn under me, to submit to my dominion over her. This was after she'd discovered it was I, all along, who'd had her best interests at heart. And it was not just because I wanted her to get some direction, some discipline, in her life. I looked at my watch again. I wasn't angry, for she was not yet mine. I'd refused to rush into this, for I wasn't sure I could trust her completely. If there wasn't complete trust from either of us, then both of us could not do this. I heard her car screech to a halt in my driveway. I watched her through the sheers over the front window as she jogged to the front door. So she knew she was late. Her keys jangled as she fumbled to put them in her purse, her pumps clicking on the concrete walk. I'd arisen and open the door just as she was about to ring the bell. "You're late," I said flatly. "I-I was in a meeting, and got out late." "Next time you are to call me and let me know... as a courtesy, if nothing else. I could be worried had you been any later." The disappointment was evident in my voice. "B-but I told you..." I raised my finger to my lips, and gave her a sharp look of unmistakable anger. "The correct response the first time should have been 'I'm sorry.' I'm afraid you're already forgetting your place, and we've not yet entered into this seriously. It's likely a good thing..." my voice trailed off as I turned my back to her and started to walk down the hall to my den. I heard her door close behind me, and the clacking of her heels as she walked to catch me. "Wait!" I turned sharply. "Excuse me?" The anger in my eyes was unmistakable, though I struggled to keep my tone with her flat. "I-I'm sorry..." she stammered, averting her eyes from me. "FOR?" "For being discourteous... for forgetting myself. Please forgive me." "You KNOW I have an issue with you as far as trust goes. And we have talked about how that affects what you have asked from me. It was your idea to become my pet, my dear." A look of genuine remorse crossed her face. I now at least believed in the sincerity of her apology. "Very well. And what do you propose we do about this?" I am not sure she knew the extent to which I was about to put her to the test. Our future together depended upon the next few moments, and I felt that she was clueless about that. "I think... no, I know that I deserve to be punished for my insolence and for my inconsideration." I looked over at her, and her eyes were correctly at the ground in front of me. "Yes... you do. Stand right there until I tell you otherwise." "Okay... I mean... Yes, Sir." "Good." I went over to an island, under which I kept my toys in a cabinet... Picking out a pair of sturdy leather wrist cuffs and matching ankle cuffs, I turned and faced her. Her eyes were still looking down. Good... "Take off your blouse," I said quietly. "What?" "You are not to speak unless I give you permission," I said in an exasperated tone. "Don't you want this?" "Y-yes... Sir..." her voice trembled. I really wasn't sure if SHE knew what she wanted... But I patiently waited for her to undo her blouse and lay it on a chair that happened to be right next to her. "Good," I said, walking over to her. "Now, reach out your wrists." She looked up at me. I looked at her sternly... And turned to grab something she could not see. I held it behind me as I resumed walking across the room to where she stood in a rather fetching ecru-colored lace demi-brassiere... It showed off her breasts very nicely, I thought. I handed her the wrist cuffs. "Put these on." She slowly put on one, tightening and buckling the leather strap of the cuff, holding it against her chest. And then the other. "Very good, pet... That is what I will call you. Does that please you?" "S-sir," she stammered, "Whatever pleases you pleases me." "Very good, pet. That is nearly the first thing you've said right this evening without taxing my patience." She kept her eyes down and her arms at her side. Other than her brassiere, she was still wearing a pair of neatly pressed black slacks and black patent pumps... She had not yet come through the moment of truth. But I don't think she realized it yet. I was about to bring it to her full attention... Brushing up against her, I grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it behind her. "Give me your other arm," I said in an even, authoritative voice. She swiftly complied. I clipped the rings on the cuffs together with snap hook I had in my pocket and smacked her clothed bum with my hand. She stifled a startled cry as I began to enter the moment of truth for good. "If I decide to collar you, you will be mine," I began. "I thought you understood exactly what that means and what will be expected of you. I have been giving you a chance to prove that you can be trusted, but so far, you have given me nothing but disappointment." "B-bu..." she began. "YOU INTERRUPT me..." I cut her off, brusquely. "You speak out of turn, and before I give you permission to speak. You do not see fit to tell me you are going to be tardy, and I will expect promptness from you in the future, IF I decide that we will go through with this, you are going to need to behave as I should be able to expect. Is that understood? Or you can leave here right now and never come back..." "Yes, Sir." She was visibly deflated, and I felt a little pity for her, but I could not let this disobedience go again, having just talked about it. "What did I just say?" I asked loudly and crisply. "Did I give you permission to speak?" She shook her head. "No, I didn't... And you continue to take liberties that are not yours to take." I took out the flogger from behind my back and showed it to her. Nine long thin strips of deerskin on a black braided leather handle. It was a necessary training tool. Her eyes widened a bit, but she wisely held her tongue. "You mentioned before that you needed punishment for your insolence and your lack of consideration, right?" She nodded. "Well... I think it's time we did just that." I leaned her body against mine and unfastened the button on her slacks, and roughly pulled down the zipper. I yanked her slacks down about her ankles, exposing a thong that matched her brassiere. She blushed with the humiliation of this... but still held her tongue. "That's good..." I tried to compliment her. "You are making your training a bit easier by at least being obedient NOW..." I dragged the straps of the flogger along her right thigh. She flinched. I backed away from her slightly and swung the flogger smartly against her derriere, still in her underwear. SMACK! "Owww..." she cried. "That will NOT do at all..." I backed away from her one more step. "You just can't resist speaking out of turn. Not a peep, little one. No sounds at all unless I give you leave. Step out of your slacks," I said. She stepped out of them, and stood there in her pumps... Her lovely legs flexing gloriously... I shook off the distraction, and picked up her clothes, placing them over the same chair as her blouse. "These have to come off too," I said, swiftly pulling down her panties, and swinging the flogger again on her now bare bum. SMACK!! SMACK!!! She held her tongue this time. I was flogging her evenly now... Along her thighs... SMACK! SMACK! All around her waist... SMACK! SMACK!! Her skin was beginning to turn a nice pink color. "Stay here. I need to get some more toys." I walked back across the room to fetch a spreader bar, some chain and a couple of other toys... Returning to her, I saw that the pink was beginning to fade. I showed her a trainer gag. "Do you know what this is for?" I asked. She nodded. "That's right," I said. "It is for training you to not speak unless I allow you to. Now open wide," I commanded, unfastening the strap that would run under her chin. She complied, and I stuffed the large red rubber ball between her teeth. "Good girl," I said soothingly, fastening the chinstrap and the strap behind her lovely head. "You can't talk now, can you? Try for me" "Uhhh...mmmfff." Came the retort in a muffled grunt. "You DO need some extra punishment for your disobedience, and I have just the thing. Look at me," I barked. I gave her my evil grin with a playful twinkle in my eyes. The look of fear passed from her eyes as she saw I was not angry. She mistook the grin as playful, not quite grasping my evil intent. I reached behind her and unfastened the snap hook between the cuffs, releasing her wrists. She smiled a little, unwisely... I unhooked and removed her bra, tossing it onto the rest of her clothes. I brought her hands in front of her and fastened each wrist to a four foot long chain. I guided her a few steps over to where I had a heavy hook on the ceiling, and looped the center of the chain over that, lifting her arms over her head. "Now... Let's see how well you can speak out of turn, little one." I swung the flogger and snapped it against her sweet derriere. SMACK! She flinched. I cracked it a little harder. SMACK! "MMMFFFF," she groaned through her gag. "Not so easy to speak out of turn, now is it?" She shook her head, looking up at me. SMACK! I cracked the flogger against the back of her thighs. "Neither are you to meet my gaze unless I give you leave, do you hear me?" She nodded. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was swinging the flogger in even strokes, but unmistakable harder than before. Tears were beginning to run down her cheeks. "I hope you understand that I am not doing this to hurt you. But you did ask for this, didn't you little one?" She slowly nodded. SMACK! She started to try to spin away from the sting of the whip now. This would not do at all! "DO you not want to take your punishment like a good girl?" I knew she'd nod... "I see you nodding, but your body is not agreeing. I think you need to be taught better how to stand still." I picked up the ankle cuffs that I'd laid aside, knelt down, and quickly fastened these around her ankles. Then I placed the spreader bar I had brought over onto the floor, and fastened it to her cuffed ankles. She was now spread open, still standing in her heeled shoes, no longer able to get away from the whip so swiftly. "And I think you need additional training for not having accepted your punishment, little one." I walked over to her, and placed my hand on her reddened derriere. Admiring the heat of her cheek, I stepped around her and pulled out a pair of tweezer style clamps from my pocket. These were silver with rubber tips, had a ring around each clamp to vary the pressure and had a chain between them. She looked at them carefully. I cupped her right breast and rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her senses being heightened from her flogging, she squirmed. I put one clamp on her hardened nipple and repeated the treatment on her other breast. "You need to learn that your body is to be mine. And you need to learn that I have dominion over it, along with the rest of you. Your body is mine to do with as I please." I pulled the chain, stretching her sweet nipples enticingly. She arched her back to lessen the pressure. I let the chain drop, and picked up a leather paddle. "You need to learn that will be pain involved in your training, but it is not merely to punish you and condition you. It is to teach your body that every sensation it has is to be controlled by me. And the reward you will reap in endless pleasure is beyond your wildest dreams, I assure you." SMACK! The paddle came down on her bum, and tears welled up in her eyes immediately. SMACK! Each round check of her sweet derriere should have the same ripe red color of my discipline. SMACK! SMACK! "Do you understand that your body will be mine? Look at me." She raised her eyes to meet my gaze, and nodded slowly. It was her acceptance of my dominion, and not her helplessly bound body, that made me hard... I wanted her now... But the moment of truth was not yet over. "Good, pet." She lowered her eyes, as I lay down the paddle, and walked up behind her. I caressed her red rear softly... She moaned slightly through her gag, and I caught the scent of her liquid desire, beginning to seep out. I continued caressing her derriere, my fingers slipping between her cheeks... almost nuzzling her labia... Her body strained to be closer to my touch. She wanted release. And so I stopped. She whined slightly behind her gag as I faced her. "I told you, your body is mine. And I decide when you will cum." I reached down and tightened the rings on the nipple clamps... She squeaked in pain. "Relax, little one... You will be mine." I leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck softly, as I reached down between her legs and parted her honeyed lips, slowly slipping my finger between them. She bucked against my hand as I slowly and gently rubbed my finger across her stiff clitoris. Her juices began to flow freely as she neared nirvana. I stopped again. Her body was shaking now, her legs spread wide and trembling. She was almost at a boil, and it was time for her to simmer a while. I fetched a velvet blindfold, and brought it over to her, placing it over her face. The trembling was starting to subside, and so I left the room, to go draw a bath for her. And to fetch another toy, after I had turned on the faucets of the tub at little more than a trickle. I knew it would take approximately fifteen minutes for the large tub to fill. I got the toy out of a drawer in the master bedroom, and returned to the den. "Ready to come to a climax, my little one?" She nodded slowly, as if unsure that was what I wanted her to do. She was unaccustomed to being blindfolded, and her head tried to follow where she thought I was. "Good. Your body will become an instrument on which I will play music of purest pleasure. Are you becoming accustomed to your training?" She nodded as I gave the chain between her breasts a short sharp tug. Her entire body flinched at this bit of pain. Her derriere was no longer that lovely shade of deep red, and so I gave her a few more sharp whacks to return it to the proper color. SMACK! SMACK! I caressed her bum again, feeling the heat... I stepped around in front of her and leaned against her. I cupped her left breast, and slowly began to release the clamp. I held the chain as I replaced the clamp with my lips and tongue. Slowly I began to gently flick her almost purple nipple with the tip of my tongue. She writhed as best she could, being cuffed and spread, and the smell of her pleasure grew stronger. I placed my leg between her thighs, holding the spreader bar in place as I wrapped my free arm behind her waist and pulled her against me. Her body was on fire... I removed the other nipple clamp, and ministered to her right nipple as I had to the other. She strained to grind her pubis against my leg in an attempt to find release. So I stepped out from between her legs, my pant leg now wetted with the sweet juices that had been running down her thighs. I brought out the toy that I had stuffed in my back pocket, a large soft vibrating dildo. I twisted the base lightly and it began to buzz unmistakably. Her body became rigid at the sound. "Yes, pet, it is time for you to cum." I slipped the toy between her slick lips easily, for she was almost dripping with pleasure, having had a couple of small orgasms, but not the one I knew she had in her. I began to twist the toy inside her, and she groaned loudly. I reached down and began to suckle her nipples, lightly brushing my teeth over first one... and then the other. She had begun to squirm a little more, grinding as best she could against the dildo. "Now, pet..." I said as I turned the toy's speed up higher and began to thrust it in and out... The quake started at the feet, and moved up through her legs, her whole body shaking as a muffled squeal escaped her. She came and cam, her juices dripping over the toy and down onto my hand. And then, her body went limp... After unfastening the spreader bar, I took the chain off of the hook on the ceiling and lifted her spent limp body. I carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. I left to go turn off the taps in the tub, and check the water – perfect. I returned to her and removed the blindfold. Then I unfastened the trainer/gag. She opened her eyes and looked at me blissfully, as I began to unfasten her wrists and ankles. "Thank you," she sighed. "You are welcome, my pet," I replied as I lifted her up and carried her to the tub. She stepped into the water and descended into the warmth. "Take your time, little one. I have a long night planned." She closed her eyes and smiled, dreamily... The Moment Of Truth With the exceptional help of chat_wizardress who so kindly helped me edit this into a piece of writing I can now proudly put my name to, I submit my story in the hope that others enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. * * * * * Hearing the hum of the taxi's motor as it pulls into my driveway, sets my heart fluttering again. This was the moment of truth; it was now or never. Rechecking, for what seemed like the fiftieth time, that I had the plane tickets, passports, and yes, again, they were all there and accounted for. This was the moment I had been dreaming of for the past year; so why was I so nervous? Checking again that the doors were locked, I take a calming breath as I grab my cases and head out. As the driver takes the bags from me, I take a last long look at my home, an image I try to memorize, not knowing if it will be the last time I look at it. As I climb into the seat, I instruct the driver of my destination, sighing as I imagine my daughters excitement when I tell them of our holiday plans. Sure, it was an unexpected trip, but one I wasn't going to miss for the world. So many thoughts raced through my mind at that moment. The uncertainty of what I was about to embark on, my quest for happiness, Was I being selfish? Dragging my daughters off to an unknown land to meet the man I'd loved incessantly for the past 14 months seemed almost like a nightmare. As the taxi pulled into my sister's driveway, my daugter's ran out to greet me and a sudden rush of guilt washed over me. Taking them in my arms, I could have held them forever. Holding them close, not wanting to ever let them go but in my heart, I knew I was doing the right thing. If it was so right, then why did I feel so nervous? Was it excitement? Fear? Fear. Definitely fear. Oh God, I hoped I was doing the right thing, as I followed my daughters inside to see their latest 'masterpieces'. Knowing the meter was ticking over in the cab, my compliments were seemingly shallow. Thankfully, my sister Diane picked up on my tension and asked them if it was okay if she hanged their art work on her refrigerator. I kneel before my beaming daughters as they watch their aunt tape their work to the fridge. Nervously, I ask," Guess where we're going girls?" Giving them a moment to take in what I'd just asked, I watch their expressions closely. Not giving them time to respond I continue, "We're going to America babies... to meet Paul!!!" Trying to sound excited, even though my heart was pounding a million miles a minute, I wait for their reaction. With a loud squeal, Claudia, my eldest, wraps her arms around my neck holding me tight. Followed closely behind by the excited Kerri who wants to know if this means we'll be going to Disneyland; How could I not laugh? "You bet we are!!" I chortled. Holding back nervous tears I smile up at Diane, who is gathering up my daughters' collection of toys from their sleepover. Standing, I take the bag from Diane, who is as close to tears as me. "I'll call you the moment we land," I promised her, giving her a tight hug. With a teary good-bye we head out to the waiting taxi. As the taxi pulled out onto the freeway, I sat quietly, gazing out the window. It's funny how you never really notice things until it's time to say good-bye. Like, I'd never really noticed how blue Diane's eyes were, or how her brow creased when she laughed, or the fragrance of her perfume, which I could still faintly smell on my clothes from when we had hugged briefly. It felt strange to finally discover small details like that, now, when I was on my way to possibly moving to another country to live. Watching as we passed the shopping center, a flood of memories washed over me. The fear surfacing again, as I turn to smile at my daughters, who were chatting excitedly about Disneyland. This was an adventure for them; an adventure they will surely remember for their entire lives. That thought gave me a new confidence, a reassurance that I had made the right decision. In my heart I had no doubts that Paul and I were meant to be together. A love this pure, so totally mind blowing, surely couldn't be wrong. The squeals, as we pulled into the airport carpark brought my thoughts back to reality. This was going to be the girls first time in a plane. With their hands and faces pressed up against the window gazing at the runway, I could tell they were excited. I laughed softly to myself as the taxi came to a halt. As the driver unloads our bags, I check again that I have the tickets and passports. I guess it was just nerves, because I knew I had them, but I just wanted this trip to be as perfect as the man I was flying half way round the world to meet. We hadn't been at the airport long when the call came over for our flight to board. As we walked along the tarmac, the excitement of the moment suddenly hit me. This was it. We were actually on our way. Boarding that plane was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life. I hadn't even realized I'd been smiling until I felt my cheeks starting to ache. Seated between the girls, I held onto their hands reassuringly as the plane started its ascent. It was only an hour flight to Sydney, so there was no onboard movie screened, but I hardly noticed. With Claudia and Kerri glued to the window the entire time, chatting constantly about their dreams of Disneyland and the characters they'd meet, we were landing at Sydney airport before I knew it. Our connecting flight wasn't due for take off until 10am. Glancing at my watch, noting we had at least an hour before boarding time, I asked who was hungry. I didn't have to wait for an answer as Kerri, my youngest, takes me by the hand leading me toward the McDonald's restaurant in the airport lounge. Glancing around, I found an empty table near the rear. Disappointed in a way, that the flights were scheduled so close together. I'd never been to Sydney, and here I was, stuck in McDonald's with not enough time to explore the many attractions the harbour city has on offer. I was so lost in thought, I almost missed the call for our flight to board. Thankfully I'd remembered to pack coloring books and pencils for the girls. This was going to be a long trip. Grabbing our hand luggage, I take the girls by the hand as I lead them through the crowd to our gate. We'd only been in the air a short while, when Stacy, our stewardess came around with the food and drinks trolley. She obviously had a love for children, because there was an ease in her manner when she asked the girls what they'd like to drink. She also smiled and winked at them, whispering that Brother Bear and Lilo & Stitch would be showing shortly. The excited looks on the girls faces made me laugh softly. Thanking Stacy for the drinks, I smile watching her move on to the elderly couple seated ahead of us. Everything was new and exciting for Claudia and Kerri. The small packets of peanuts served with the beverages seemed to entertain them for a while. As the infomercials flickered up on the large screen toward the front of the cabin, Stacy came around again, this time offering earphones. The girls thought this was great as they giggled and plugged them into the sockets. I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes, the final credits were rolling, marking the end of Brother Bear. I smiled looking at the two sleeping angels laying beside me. Stacy must have pulled the window's blind down as I'd dozed. What a considerate lady, I thought as I raised it slightly noticing it was now dark. I hear the trolley rattling softly as it comes rolling up the aisle. Gently shaking the girls to rouse them from their sleep, I whisper; "Hey, sleepy heads, it's dinner time." It's funny how you hear all these horror stories about the meals served on planes, but right then, that roast beef and side serve of vegetables was one of the nicest meals I'd eaten in a long while. I think we were all grateful for the stop over in Los Angeles. Being able to stretch our legs and take in the warmth of the sun and fresh air felt like a God send as we climbed down from the plane. I had to recheck my watch twice before I remembered the time difference. We'd been in the air for what felt like days. My watch reading 10pm, yet here in LA the day was only just beginning. We had two hours to refresh ourselves before having to board our connecting flight. It sounds silly, but I couldn't bring myself to adjust the time on my watch. It was my way of keeping up with what my friends and family might be doing back home. Home. A word that brings a stabbing pain to my chest as a hard lump forms in my throat. Watching the girls scamper over to the vending machines, I reach inside my purse for some coin. I had to laugh as I stopped myself just in time from inserting my Australian coins into the machine, before remembering where I am. Finding a foreign exchange booth, I swap my Australian currency for American notes and dimes (dimes... Oh God I'm going to have to get used to these, I laugh to myself). Striking up a conversation with one of the fellow passengers from our flight saw the two hours pass quickly. Claudia and Kerri looking weary as they sketch pictures of what look like Disney characters, but from the angle they were on, it was hard to make them out. I was actually relieved as we boarded the plane. It was midnight back home and our bodies hadn't had time to adjust to the time differences. Being only 8am here in Los Angeles, I pulled the window's blind down to close out the sun as the girls and I lay our seats back and tried to get some sleep. The five hour flight from Los Angeles to Fort Worth passing quickly as the girls and I rouse from our slumber. Having slept through the lunch time meal, we head straight for the airport terminal where we take a seat in the bistro lounge. My watch saying 5am, yet the clock above the bar reading 1pm. Leaning back in the seat, I stretch, taking in the new surroundings as we wait for the waitress to take our orders. The two hours between flights passing quickly as the girls and I chat excitedly about our experiences thus far. Three O'clock. Time to board our final flight before we land in Mobile. It's only an hour and a half flight. I think the nerves starting to stir in the pit of my stomach made that ninety minutes feel like the longest flight of my life. My mind raced the entire time as I went over and over what I would say, how I would greet, would I kiss Paul as soon as I took him in my arms? Would he seem tall? Would he like me??? Finding myself in a panic as the plane begins its descend, I nervously wipe my brow as I feel beads of sweat forming on my temple. The moment of truth. Taking a few calming breaths, I gather up our few belongings as we make our way to the terminal. There he was. How could I miss the man who's face had been the focus of my dreams for over a year now. As we near, all the pent up fears vanish when I see his handsome face break into a smile as a look of recognition washes over it. Spotting Paul for the first time, Claudia and Kerri run into his arms. I laugh as he almost topples over backward as the two girls hug him excitedly. Dropping my bag at our feet, I can't control the tears as they stream down my face. Here I was, standing in front of the man I'd fallen in love with. The one man who had completely and utterly stolen my heart. We both stand motionless, staring into each other's eyes as we're caught up in the overwhelming reality of the moment. Sliding my arms around his back, our bodies moulding together as if they're made to be part of one being. In his arms I feel so safe, so right. As our lips meet, the feel of his moist mouth, the softness of his tongue as it glides over mine, sends a rush of warmth between my thighs. This is the moment I'd dreamed of. No dream could have ever prepared me for the absolute ecstasy I was feeling being in his arms. The smell of his cologne I inhale deeply, so masculine, so perfectly him. The feel of his arms around me as he traces a hand down my spine causing my inner walls to tremble in anticipation of things to come. A dizziness washing over me as our lips part. We must have been standing there, holding each other for what felt like an eternity, yet an eternity I never wanted to end. I'm not sure who spoke first, only that we both said, "I love you" at the same time and ended up laughing as Paul took my hand and led me to get our baggage. His grip so right. His hands so soft as his fingers entwined with mine. Words from 'our' song swimming through my mind, as I waited to collect our cases on the conveyor belt. Daniel Bedingfield summed it up in one line, 'If you're not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way?' * * * * * It's funny. For a year now I've dreamed of meeting Paul. You know, that initial moment when you first lay eyes on each other... that first kiss... the 'sex'. Here we are in Paul's car, driving toward his home. I'd never have imagined just how natural it could feel to be sitting along side this man who I'd met just 14 months earlier by chance on an adult chat site. Who'd have thought it would become this reality I'm now living and sharing with my daughters? That first kiss still fresh on my mind and forever embedded in my memory, the stolen glances as we drive along, causing an uncontrollable stirring deep within my inner being. Recognizing his apartment block immediately from photos Paul has shown me over the net, I glance up at the many balconies trying to guess which one is his. Almost as though he was reading my mind, Paul points out his apartment on the second floor. Amazingly quiet, I'm guessing they're tired, the girls glance up trying to find which balcony we're both looking at. I turn and smile, patting them lovingly on the knee, "We're here girls." As we climb out of his car, Paul and I exchange knowing glances. This being a moment we'd discussed countless times. That first sexual encounter. Not being able to fulfil our desired entrance, of him throwing me against the wall, taking me right then and there the moment the door closes behind us, we both eye the girls and smile. Almost too much to comprehend, taking in all the luscious gardens surrounding the block, the crisp air, the enormity of the apartment building I am soon to call our home, just being here with Paul... I catch my breath as I slowly climb the staircase. Smiling gratefully as Paul offers Claudia and Kerri a Pepsi. They're looking tired and my heart goes out to them. They have been so well behaved, even during the long flight from Sydney to Los Angeles. They lay back on the sofa wearily. I smooth their hair as I kiss each of them softly on the forehead wishing them a good night. I sense Paul behind me as I stand back up. Feeling his hands circle around my hips sending a surge of shivers racing through my body. Turning to face him, our lips meeting, the intensity of our kiss leaves us both aroused and breathless. This is the moment we have both been dreaming of. Checking the girls are okay, both of them already beginning to doze, I take Paul's hand as he leads me to the bedroom. With candles placed either side of the bed, the linen crisp and freshly laid, it's obvious that he has planned for this moment as much as I have in my mind, time and time again. It's hard to describe what is going through my head right now, the thrill I am experiencing almost as intoxicating as the feel of my first kiss way back in high school. I feel giddy, yet fully aware of the man standing before me. The kiss, Oh my God, I'm not sure if I am going to be able to go through with this. It is so intense and electrifying, leaving me weak at the knees as he takes me in his arms, his tongue invading my mouth. The ferocity of our wanton desires, surfacing as our hands seem to move blindly over one another's body. Feeling him, touching the body I have desired and lusted after for so long almost too much to bare. I need to have him and now! Romance is pushed aside. We both know we won't be able to last much longer. The endless aching between my thighs, stirring up a sensation I haven't experienced for way too long. As I cup my hand over his firm bulge, I hear Paul inhale sharply. I want this memory to last forever. I want to memorize every inch of the body I feel as though I already know so well. Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, desperately wanting to run my fingers through the chest hair that, on so many occasions, has awakened my sexuality. My inner walls so tense and oh, so ready, aching and almost quivering. The thought of Paul's thickness opening and spreading me almost sending me into a frenzy as I press my lips against his hard. My tongue forcing its way inside his mouth. The desperation I am feeling translated by the hunger portrayed in my kiss. A new wave of wetness warms me as Paul slides his hand between my thighs, tracing a finger over the outline of my lips through my already damp panties, he moves his other hand through my hair, pulling me firmly against his face. Pressing his finger through my panties, teasing my opening, the fabric restricting his finger from probing too deep, teasing me almost into oblivion. My head is swimming as I try to contain myself. Tugging at his pants, wanting to feel his thickness in my hand, I find his zipper and unleash him from his confinement. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft for the first time is an experience I don't think I could forget if I tried. His cock so thick, so real, feeling larger than any image ever portrayed on his webcam. The reality of the moment I still can't grasp. It's hard to put into words a dream come true. I wasn't going to let any inhibitions get in the way of the intimacy we are now sharing. We've shared so many treasured moments together, even half the world apart, I feel right now, that this man understands my inner most desires better than any man ever could. As he slides his fingers inside my panties, I feel myself buckling beneath his touch. With his hand still inside my panties, Paul tucks his free hand under my ass, lifting and carrying me to the side of the bed where he lays me down gently. The yearning I'm feeling almost indescribable as his hardness presses against my leg. I clench my inner muscles tight to stop myself from cumming as he tucks his fingers into the sides of my panties peeling them down over my slender hips, exposing my glistening lips. I kick my panties to the side as his hands move up my inner thighs. My pussy is trembling. Shit, I'm ready to explode. I hope he realizes what he's doing to me!! As his finger delves deep inside me, I feel myself tighten around it. I know, I just know, the moment he touches my clit I'm going to cum. I think he senses my heightened arousal as he slides his finger out of my dampness. 'God, he's being a prick now. I'm on the brink of exploding and he pulls his finger out, ugh!!!!!' I think to myself, 'I need to cum!!' The throbbing I'm feeling now deep inside is almost unbearable as I sigh heavily wondering why he stopped when I am so damn close!! Paul kisses me, my hips pressing against his as I try to show him my desperate need for release, but he merely kisses my lips softly and slowly slides his mouth down over my body, my body screaming out 'Yes' as he circles his tongue gingerly around my navel ring. I know I'm wet, Oh God, I haven't been this aroused in years. Suddenly I feel embarrassed? I've dreamed of this moment. Feeling Paul's tongue probing me, sucking at my hardened clit, why now do I feel so ashamed?? Almost as though he senses my inhibitions, Paul slides two fingers inside my tightness. Feeling them spreading me, I'm unable to stop the loud moan escaping my lips. His lips engulf my swollen clit as I buck my hips shamelessly into his face. Inviting his fingers deep inside me as I feel my muscles twitch around them... Oh God, Paul, suck me, I know what I need and gratefully, he knows how to deliver, as his lips wraps around my swollen clit and suck gently, his tongue flicks teasingly over my bud. The intensity of my orgasm I try to yield, but the overwhelming spasms rocking my body too intense to ignore. Unashamedly I cum around Paul's fingers. The Moment Of Truth "Oh, God. I love You Paul" I hear myself yell as my muscles spasmodically grip, relentlessly around his probing hand. My fingers squeezing and tugging at my erect nipples as I try to focus, still trying to catch my breath as I feel the last waves of my orgasm finally slowing the intense throbbing I am feeling between my thighs. As Paul raises his body over mine, his manhood, barely touching, but oh so incredibly electrifying as he traces the head of his shaft between my lips. I slide my legs around his back as he guides his cock toward my aching tenderness. "Oh God," I whisper as he delves his cock deep inside me with one determined thrust... the feeling, having Paul inside me.... the intensity of his trusts, feeling how damn hard he is, the force and almost desperation behind each and every pound of his hips, digging my fingers into his ass as I pull him into me harder. My head swimming as I feel myself grasp his probing cock tight, a new wave of orgasm rocking me. I know I'm probably hurting him as I drag my fingernails along his ass cheeks, but right now I can't stop the overpowering sensations rocking my body as my orgasm takes over my thoughts. Feeling his cock swelling inside me, I almost want to cry. I've dreamed of this feeling for so long, yet I never imagined it would feel this intense, so completely satisfying and exhilarating. His cries as he cums, is almost deafening as he buries his head against my shoulder. Paul's thrusts, still driving inside me with determination, as he's spilling the last of his seed deep within me. His lips meeting mine, kissing him with such abandon as I tighten my legs around his back, I want to feel him inside me forever. Feeling his body slump onto mine, my breasts flattened against his chest as we hold each other close, just laying there. The feeling of him inside me, my muscles tight and moist around his shaft, embedded in my memory forever as we both catch our breath and awaken to the reality of the moment. The torment and anguish we've shared of the past 14 months, almost seeming worth it as I now hold him in my arms. Tracing my fingers over his back, relishing in the feel of his soft skin, inhaling the sensuous scent of our sex, I smile, feeling my eyelids close wearily as I hold him close. Opening my eyes almost an effort as I try to focus, waking from my slumber. My body feels stiff. Gazing around, I suddenly remember where I am. Still naked, but grateful to Paul for draping a blanket over me as I'd slept, I search for my discarded panties. A sudden hunger starts my stomach rumbling as I pull my clothes over my still aching, yet totally satisfied body. Checking my reflection in the mirror, I smooth my ruffled hair before heading out to the lounge. I can't help but smile as I eye the candlelit table, adorned with serviettes and matching table linen. Claudia and Kerri, already seated, smile up at me as I move behind Paul as he stirs a pot of boiling pasta. Wrapping my arms around his waist, my smile un-eraseable. The aroma of the simmering Bolognese sauce intoxicating as I exhale, almost sighing, savouring the feel of Paul's warm body against mine. Releasing my hold as he turns to face me. Draping his arms gently around my waist, his smile magnetic, he whispers, "I hope you're hungry." "Ravenous" I whisper, smiling and winking cheekily as my hand slides down his back squeezing his ass cheek playfully. As I take my seat, it suddenly hits me. This is what I've yearned for, for so many years.. Being here with Paul, my life suddenly feels so complete. Thinking back to my beautiful house in Australia, it suddenly seems just that, a house. Sure, I'd shared love and laughs, endless fun with the girls in it, but in the end, it was just bricks and mortar. Here, I felt I belonged and as I gaze over at Paul, a sudden warmth washes over me. Yes, this was home.