So this story starts on reddit…
I post to Gw+ sometimes, and my sexual preferences lean towards submissive. After a long time of not being satisfied, I turned to a personals section for people into BDSM and got a lot of responses. However, “B” stood out after a little chatting. He was domineering, dark, obviously intelligent, well spoken and was just hitting all my buttons. For a couple weeks we traded pics, videos. He would threaten me when I didn't comply right away, add to a tally of spankings i was to receive in the future. The only problem is that we are in two different countries. I am in canada on one coast, and he is in America on the other. I just accepted that this would be the extent of our connection, and enjoyed the skype calls from B where he would order me to do what he wanted me to. Not long after we started talking, B mentioned he would be coming to Toronto for business, and wanted to know if I would come see him, if he bought me a plane ticket to do so. I was very reluctant at first. I’m quite awkward and shy, something I told him many times and he would make fun of me about. I don’t know what possessed me to do this but eventually on a whim, I said yes, I would come see him. He bought me a ticket to come spend a little over 24 hours with him and the date was set.
So let's fast forward to us meeting at the airport. We finally find each other at the airport ( our flights arrived around the same time) and i can feel my face burning red and i’m too shy to look him in the eyes. He looks calm, and amused at my obvious uncomfortable body language. During the chats leading up to the visit, B told me that he would be telling me to put his hand on my pussy as soon as we got into the rental car. So being a nervous wreck, this is all I can think about coupled with a million intrusive thoughts : Is he as attracted to me in real life as much as he was in pics? Am i too awkward for this? Don’t say anything stupid. Is he really going to grab my pussy? What am I going to do when he does? We start driving out of the parking garage and i’m starting to relax as it seems as though he’s forgotten about what he said. He tells me to look up a breakfast place on the gps (had to wait to check into the hotel) and as i start to do that,and am distracted, his hand slides over my thigh and he grabs my pussy with his hand. I wasn’t expecting it anymore, so i let out a yelp that made him laugh. The entire way to the breakfast place he rubbed my pussy through my leggings and told me what a good slut I was.
After breakfast we headed to the hotel. I knew what would be coming as soon as we got in the door so i was nervous again. As we waited for the room to be ready he grabbed my hand and played with my fingers, tracing circles on my skin. He was giving me goosebumps and making me wet already in public and he knew it. We got our keys and headed up to the room. When i walked in I saw a huge king size bed and beside it in the room was a big jacuzzi tub. I dropped my bag on the loveseat and sat on the bed and watched him close the door and bring his bags in. When he turned to look at me, The calm friendly demeanor he had before was gone and it was replaced with a much more serious look. He walked over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting staring at me the whole time, only he wasn’t looking into my eyes, he was starting at my chest ( He later told me he could see my nipples poking through my shirt and lost all restraint ). B grabbed my hand and told me to stand up, he sat down where i had just been sitting and slid a finger under the strap to my shirt and pulled it down quickly over my small tit, snapping the small strap. Without stopping to acknowledge ruining my shirt he took my nipple into his mouth and stared into my eyes, he then moved to the other side and pulled my other nippled free, this time sparing the strap on the other side of my shirt, nibbling and sucking on my nipples. I could already feel that he would be leaving a hickey on my breast and was starting to get weak in the knees. He stood up and walked behind me grabbing the top of my leggings and pulling them down over my ass in one fast movement and delivered a number of swift hard smacks across my cheeks, the first of the 150 he told me i owed him for misbehaving so many times. I let out a few gentle squeals and he told me to get on the bed. I pulled my leggings off my ankles while he walked away and came back with some condoms. I was surprised to see this as he had always had a lot of restraint when we were talking. I was always the one desperate to cum. He told me forcefully to spread my legs which i did so quickly,while managing to squeak out the words “i’m still a bit nervous”. He stared at my pussy while sliding on the condom and while he was doing that I got shy again and folded my knees together, embarrassed by the way he was staring. “I said spread” he said again as he came towards me and lifted up my knees.pressing his cock against my pussy lips, and pushing against them. I reached down to guide him in and he pushed hard against my hips. Now I had told him before meeting that my pussy was tight, but I could tell it still took him by surprise. Even with how wet I was, he had to ease himself inside me slowly before I could take him well enough to be able to pound me hard. He started fucking me slowly while i whimpered and bucked my hips trying to make it faster. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time so this was absolute torture. He just laughed and controlled how fast he was fucking me, amused by my feeble attempt, and driving me wild. He told me to get on my hands and knees with my ass in the air,and i felt him get behind me. He leaned over and noticed my ripped shirt from earlier, moved to the other strap and tore that one off to match. He slid into my pussy and started fucking me nice and hard, all i could do was hold on tight to the pillows while he fucked me exactly how i wanted, like a little slut. Eventually he stepped away, telling me not to move. I was on the bed with my back arched on my hands and knees still, when i hear his voice close to me again and he says “open your eyes”. I can see a glass dildo in his hand and he tells me not to move again. He runs the ridges against my pussy and i can feel the cold glass against my clit, before he slides it deep in my pussy. “what a whore you are” he told me, “did you fly all the way here to get fucked by me?” “Yes” i managed to stuttert over the sound of my wet pussy and the glass dido sliding in and out. “When you are going to cum you have to ask for permission” He said This was the part I was dreading a little, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold an orgasam once it starts. Is that even possible? Can anyone really do that? So i started begging right away, to which he says a firm “No” I panic and start almost crying out “please, please please” “Come for me whore” he says, while I lose it and shudder with an orgasam that was way too long in the making.
This was the first time we had sex over the course of that day, we made the most of the 24 hours and needless to say.. I wasn’t as shy around B by the time he dropped me off at the airport and kissed me goodbye.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3onrvd/chubby_girl_seeking_dom_or_how_i_flew_across_the