[MF] Recounting my time with my first Master

**Disclaimer**
I am very new to Reddit, so if I make any obnoxious newb mistakes or didn’t select the correct category, please advise and I will adjust accordingly.

**Introduction**
This is the true account of my time with my former Dom. The man who has permanently imprinted his mark on my mind. No matter how much I try to forget him, thoughts of him suddenly surface and his grip on my submissive heart tightens. Although years have passed since we went our separate ways, I still crave him. I never found anyone who could come close to what he was.

This post is more of an intro, the extra juicy details will be posted tomorrow.

*More than a whip and a cock*
I was 21 at the time. I was fully aware of my submissive nature and finally felt it was time to explore. I wasn’t sure where to find a suitable dominant counterpart, as back then I only belonged to Facebook and Myspace (periodically).

I remembered seeing a personals section on Craigslist and figured what the hell, why not give it a shot? I’m fully aware of how naive and dangerous this was. Putting myself out there in my full submissive glory, seeking a Dom to own me.

I posted an ad, explaining that I was a fairly new submissive, seeking a Dom for mental, emotional and physical power exchange. I detailed some of my interests and unexplored desires. I wasn’t expecting much from a random CL ad. Hell, I barely checked my emails.

I received over 100 replies within 2 days. Mostly dick pictures and phone numbers. After scrolling a bit bored, I noticed a substantial reply. There he was…
He explained that he was a 39 year old, white Dom with over 15 years of experience seeking a loyal sub to train and potentially own. He mentioned that he had rules, and elaborated on his ideal dynamic. I excitedly read through his response, trying to fight off a growing grin.

At the bottom of his impressive response, was his picture. He was strikingly handsome with jet black hair, a black goatee, and brown eyes. He was wearing a brown button-up shirt which indicated he was presentable in his everyday attire. His eyes were intense; it was almost like he was staring through my phone, directly into my eyes.

I wrote him back with an equally lengthy response, indicating that I was excited to talk with someone who seemed to be on the same wavelength. We both said in our messages that we could ‘go on and on about this’. So after talking for weeks, we decided to meet.

*The Day He Made Me His*

I was given his address and told to wear my sexiest attire. He told me the key to his apartment would be under his rug and I was to enter and await instruction.

Yes, this was dumb I know. I was meeting a guy for the first time at his place with little insight into the agenda for the evening. But somehow, I felt that I was safe and knew deep down that he wouldn’t harm me. I do not recommend anyone being this naive/brave…I lucked out in my situation.

Anyhow, I made my way up the stairs to his door. I nervously reached under the rug for the key. I picked it up with my heart dancing in my stomach. I unlocked the door and worse-case scenarios raced through my mind. He could be a killer, I could get gang raped, or kidnapped…or worse. I let out a sigh and attempted to breathe out my anxiety. My gut told me he was safe, it was never wrong.

I slowly walked into his apartment and the scent of vanilla and cleanliness struck my nose. The place was impeccable. He was a Marine veteran and an engineer, so he believed in order and a neat environment.

In our emails, he explained that I was to stand in “My Place” which was in front of his fireplace, facing out, with my legs slightly spread, hands behind my back and head down in respect. I was to remain there until instructed otherwise.

There was a long wall that created a short hallway upon entering his apartment, that opened up into the living room. I looked to my right and saw the fireplace. My face immediately lit with hot, panic when I saw two gigantic swords on the fireplace; one on each side. Were these for me? What the hell did I get myself into?!

I looked down and saw a little note: “Put your things in the bedroom, on the side of the dresser. Go into the bathroom and change into what you’re going to wear. When you’re done, go to your place and wait in position”. Needless to say, I hauled ass to strip out of my clothes. I was wearing black fishnets, black strappy wedges with studs, chains and links that looked fetish appropriate to me. I remembered he demanded no panties or bra so I wore a tight purple, backless dress with a plunging neckline to give him easy access. My ebony curves were barely remaining in my scandalous outfit. I feared that when he arrived, I might have a wardrobe malfunction.

I stood in my place, uneasy in my shoes. I had my hands clasped behind my back, stood up with an arch in my back as requested. My head was down and legs were shoulder length apart. I had my tight, round brown ass sticking out and my 38DDD’s were spilling out of my barely-there top as if part of a mating call. My pouty lips were decorated with matte purple lipstck and my perfectly applied eye makeup made me look like a sultry sex kitten.

Where was he? I stood there for about 20 minutes, afraid to move from my position. What if he had cameras? What if he was watching me the entire time? I didn’t dare move from my spot or change my position. My feet were starting to hurt but the sensation was dulled by the rush I was beginning to experience. I was here for him, for his pleasure. This wasn’t about my desire to sit or move…this was about him.

I was aroused and lost track of time. I stood there for what felt like another 20 minutes or so. I felt wetness gathering at my cunt lips and starting to make it’s way down my thighs. I was right by his patio window, I worried that people could see me. Should I check my phone? I wasn’t sure if maybe he cancelled or wasn’t going to show.

*Click*, his door unlocked. I made sure my posture was perfect and froze like I looked into the eyes of Medusa. I heard him shuffle into the room. He walked right past me as if I weren’t even there! How could a grown man, who had been lusting after me for weeks walk right by my tight, sexily dressed, 21 year old body?!

After putting away his things, he sat on the couch, about 6 feet away from me. I was facing his side. He turned on the TV and started watching Law & Order…..with this submissive woman standing in the same room, waiting to be used. Such willpower he has.

I stood there, wanting to touch him, to peek at him. My long, black, wavy hair was dangling partially over my face. I squinted and slightly peeked up at him. He wasn’t paying me any attention. My heart fluttered and an ache grew between my thighs. I wanted to sit on his lap and ride him right then and there. But I didn’t dare move.

After about 15 minutes, he turned off the tv. I fought back a smile of victory. Did I finally have his attention? He walked over and stood in front of me. I kept my head bowed and awaited instruction. He was a little shorter than me in my high shoes. He had a nice build, showing that he took care of himself. He circled around me, examining me like a new luxury vehicle.

He stepped in front of me and pulled my big tits out of my dress. He rubbed them and tweaked my nipples. I inhaled sharply and felt myself get wetter.
He bent slightly and sucked on my nipple making me breathe heavily and whimper. I wanted him so bad. He was even sexier in person…my goodness.

He stood up and walked behind me, passing his hand across my waist as he walked. He stood against me and pulled me close to him. I almost lost my balance because I was overwhelmed due to him finally touching me fully. I felt faint…drunk…so alive. He pushed his clothed cock against my ass and toyed with my tits. My pussy started aching and screaming for attention.

He let out a deep, masculine moan as he slightly grinded against my ass. He was in pants so I couldn’t feel it exactly, but his cock felt HUGE. Much bigger than the early 20-something guys I was used to.

He stood in front of me and removed all of his clothes except his boxers. I shuddered at the sight of his ivory skin, neat chest hair and sexy little trail of hair that led from his navel to ..heaven. He had tattoos on his chest and shoulders which matched his bad-boy look.

“Come over here” he said in a deep, flat, South Carolina accent. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my knees. He walked over to the couch and I followed on all fours. This is where I belonged. On my knees, following him and awaiting his command.

He sat down and pulled out a thick, towering, huge white cock. It was fucking beautiful. It throbbed and the head was leaking a little with excitement. My heart was racing, mouth was watering, pussy practically swimming. I needed this man inside me! Fuck playing hard to get…fuck being modest or polite. I needed him to pin me down and fuck me like the slut I was.

“Suck it” he said in that gorgeous accent. He lifted my face by my chin and tilted me to look him in the eyes. He stared into my eyes…through me. I blushed because I felt like he was looking into me and reading my thoughts, my desires, my very soul. After that mesmerizing moment, he pushed my head down signaling that I was to begin serving.

His cock was so thick. It filled every crevice of my mouth, barely leaving me room to breathe. I comfortable kneeled between his legs and sucked his beautiful cock like my life depended on it. My mouth and jaw were screaming in protest after a while, but something in me willed me to continue. Everything around me began to fade away. There was nothing in existence except me, this man, his beautiful body and gorgeous white cock. I noticed my mahogany arms laid across his thighs. The skin contrast was so hot.

I entered a different state of consciousness I suppose. My mouth became an entity of its own, working diligently to satisfy his fat, veiny cock.
After quite some time, he pushed me back and stood up. He then grabbed me by the hands and made me kneel on the couch, facing the back of it. I felt him lock straps around my ankles. I moved a little and felt a metal bar between them. I could’t close my legs even if I wanted to.

He also placed cuffs on my wrists, bound my a chain. I couldn’t move anything. I wiggled a little bit, overcome with excitement. He smacked my ass hard. It tingled with heat and pleasure. Definitely caught my attention. He told me not to move. I closed my eyes and reflected on his perfection.

Next thing I knew, he shoved his huge, lubed cock into my pussy. I was ridiculously tight so his entry was quite unnerving. I felt like he penetrated my cunt and stomach. I let out a loud yelp and felt that familiar quiver in my vagina that I get when i’m near orgasm. He reached down and choked me from behind, saying “Not yet slut you black slut”.

…….no amount of words can be put here to fully explain to you how this man fucked me. He fucked my cunt, my mouth, and my very existence.

I’ve been writing far too long and will continue this in the morning.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5nc68p/mf_recounting_my_time_with_my_first_master