[FM] A visit to my Dom.

I walked up to the door holding my Trader Joe’s bag of clothes, phone, and purse. I wasn’t as nervous as last time, but I wasn’t completely calm either. He opened the door before I got to it, and let me inside.

“How had he known I was there?” I thought. “Was he watching before? Waiting in anticipation?”

We said our hellos and I took off my shoes like he asked. He stood in front of me, blocking my way, not gesturing me to move, and told me to set my bag down. I set down only the Trader Joe’s bag and then he grabbed my arm and led me to the couch. He pushed me onto it so I was leaning against the back, bent over. I could feel his hands grab my leggings and pull them down exposing my ass.

Then I felt a smack.

My eyes opened wide as I tried to balance in that position. He hit again.

“I did not expect this”, I thought as a gripped the black fabric of the couch.

I felt my purse topple from my arm and I let out a light moan.

He hit again.

Moan.

He had planned this, I could tell. What an immediate way to get someone aroused.

Then instead of a smack this time, I felt his lips kiss my ass lightly. One hand rub the area, and then another smack.

I could barely contain myself. I was shocked and still trying to comprehend what was happening to me.

But then he stopped, pulled up my leggings, and we headed upstairs. He grabbed my bag of clothes for me, and I did my best to focus on climbing up the stairs. My mind was too distracted by the tingle I felt, by the immediate rush of arousal that overcame me seconds ago.

Not even a couple steps up I felt him smack it again, and I smiled. I wanted it just as badly.

We went to his room and I set my stuff down. I pulled out my play collar from my bag and gave it to him to put it on. I’ve wanted to wear it since I bought it almost a month ago. I wanted so badly to break it in.

It was tighter than I anticipated, but not badly.

He led me to the bed and told me to bend over. I did, and knew I was getting more spankings. He pulled off my leggings completely and I wondered what he thought of the view of the thong he told me to wear. As I was about to ask him, he smacked.

I moaned.

He smacked again.

It was getting harder. I knew it would get hard. And I closed my eyes on ones that started to sting.

Smack.

Moan.

“Was that my pain threshold?” I thought. That one mighty stung.

Smack.

“Ow! Okay” I said. And he immediately stopped, bending down to kiss and massage the area.

I stood back up and he instructed me to lay on the bed. I did and he climbed on top of me. I wanted so badly to kiss him but knew better than to force it and I loved how he was taking so much control.
He took off my shirt and I laid down. He looked at my tits and pulled up the sports bra. He wanted it off, so I sat up and did as instructed. He pulled his own shirt off and laid on top of me, with his mouth immediately going to my nipples.

I closed my eyes moaning in pleasure. The stimulation of his tongue and teeth felt so fucking good. I looked down at him to watch, making light eye contact. I stared at his tongue as it performed what seemed like magic on my nipple. I didn’t want to look away but I could feel my body begin to tense up, begging for release. It had been far too long without a release.

He told me he wanted me to count the times out loud when I orgasmed. To vocalize his marks of territory.

He sat up and raised both my legs together, placing them on his shoulder and slowly turning me, where he slipped off my panties. I knew what was coming.

Smack.

Moan.

Smack.

Fucking moan.

He set my legs back down and as he spread them apart I could feel how wet I already was.

His hand went to my pussy and began rubbing my clit as he sat up watching, examining what he had barely seen in the shadows of darkness before.

I felt him rub my clit and my moans were uncontrollable. I could focus on nothing else but the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. My eyes closed and back began to arch as I felt a wave of release.
After I voiced an orgasm, he put two fingers in and I adjusted my hips so he could get a better angle. Fuck did that feel good.

He began finger fucking me, moving them faster and faster. My back arched more prominently and I moaned loudly, giving in to the feeling of release.

His mouth then went to my nipple.

Fuuuuck.

This is my favorite thing.

I love the feeling of being fingered while my nipples are played with. The double stimulation drives me crazy. I tried to focus on him; I tried looking down to watch, so that I could visually take it all in. But I told myself not to; just to close my eyes and feel. That is the only thing I am permitted to do.

This made me orgasm again.

Hard.

Loud.

Once I got to kiss him, his tongue even surprised me. It explored my mouth eagerly and I returned the favor. It felt like he wanted to consume as much as he could and I didn’t want it to stop.

At one point, he got up went over to the chair as he called me over, telling me he has a job for me to do. I smiled, knowing it was time for me to pleasure him. He grabbed a pillow and set it on the floor, which I appreciated that he knew to do so.

Seeing his dick is always a pleasure because its girth is a nice handful. I grabbed the base and began sucking. I rubbed my tongue along the shaft as I bobbed my head, focusing on the amount of pressure I was applying. My only mission here is to get him to cum, and his moans were only encouraging it. He told me lick his balls and where to lick his cock specifically giving me such an eager thrill.

I wanted all of it.

Every goddamn inch.

He asked if I liked sucking dick, making me smile. Surprised at the question, I corrected him by saying “yeah, yours,” knowing he’d like it.

But it was true.

I did like it.

Learning the size, curve, and feel of it on my tongue. Learning how he likes it licked and where to kiss and play.

I do fucking like it.

He stood up and I sucked on his dick while on my knees. I could myself getting tired but there was no way I was stopping this. That’s when he grabbed his phone and began to take pictures. I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth, knowing it would drive him crazy.

He began to film.

I started sucking harder and flirting with the camera of a video I knew he’d watch later. I wanted so badly to start fingering myself but didn’t want to orgasm unless he did it for me. I just focused on the girth of his cock in my mouth, and the taste of his precum.

And then I heard, “good girl,” escape his lips.

I smiled to the best of my ability and sucked more eagerly. I wanted his cum in that moment much more than I had before. To just flood my mouth, claiming me.

We moved to the bed to try throat fucking. I was confused about how to angle myself, and the proper way to handle it. It didn’t work, and I was so embarrassed of the sound that came out of my throat. I tried my best and couldn’t help but to laugh it off.

But then, he told me to lay on my stomach, which I did. And I felt his hands begin to massage. My shoulders, my back, my ass. The tightening of his fingers on my muscles felt so good. Relieving the unneeded stress.

Returning to his chair, I sucked for what seemed like a long time, but I did not want to stop. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to be satisfied. I wanted my achievement.

I stopped sucking for a bit and he began to jerk himself off. I was so incredibly mesmerized. I had been wanting to see this in person, this action that I had only seen videos of previously. I wanted to see how he likes it.

He grabbed my tit and began playing it, teasing me with a pinched nipple. I looked up at him knowing he was masturbating to me, and smiled. Such an incredible feeling.

I could feel my breathing getting heavier. My eyes getting bigger, as I watched. He commented on how turned on I was getting. Consciously, I didn’t even notice. I giggled at the fact but just continued to watch. It was enthralling.

He let go of his cock and I knew that was my cue. I grabbed the base and sucked the tip is hard as I could.

Then I felt it.

A warm, salty cascade began to fill my mouth. It was thick against my tongue and I could feel it rapidly filling my cheeks. I knew I had to swallow to prevent any from spilling out of my lips; but I also knew he wanted to see it before I did so.

Well, he would have to wait. His load was too big.

I squeezed my lips tighter to prevent any from spilling and swallowed the load in my mouth, then continued to suck as the next wave that came out.

I sucked until I felt nothing coming and pulled away to look at his face, which stared down at me, satisfied.

After drinking my fill of water, we laid on the bed. I rested my head in the nook of his neck and just let my gaze explore his body. I placed my hand on his chest near my face, almost nervous to touch him. He offered the chance for me to explore, and I just craned my neck to looking. The way his chest rose and fell, the freckles on sprinkled across his torso, the length of his body.

I leaned up and made out with him as he pushed my hand down to rub his cock while he pinched one of my nipples. We stayed in bed like that for some time just lazily playing.

Then he suggested we shower.

Being a standard shower, I wondered how effective this was going to be. I didn’t even know what to expect from it. I knew he wanted me to clean him, but I did not know what would happen to me.
He walked in first, I followed. The water from the shower made it abundantly clear how tall he really is. He wet his body and hair first, then we switched, with some minor complication, so I could wet mine.

I washed his hair with soap. It was fun to rub my hands around his head, lathering it as his head swiveled under my touch. Rinsing his hair, I watched as the water ran down his chest. Making it significantly clear how very much human we both were.

I put soap on his loofa and started washing his body at his neck. He lifted his head up and smiled. I moved down his body, paying careful attention to his cock and balls. I was nervous here, and very gentle, because I didn’t want to hurt him. But it was difficult not to notice that he was hard this entire time.

Then it was my turn.

He struggled washing my hair, to no surprise. Being so long and thick, it’s a lot to manage. He had to apply more soap and I couldn’t help but smile at the innocence of it all. He mentioned how it will be the worst shampoo I’ve ever had, and we laughed it off. I took over and just quickly showed him how.

My hair was rinsed and he grabbed the soap to wash me. I stood there like a statue, unsure of how to react. I just watched. I turned around, per his request, and felt him wash me. He rinsed my back, grabbed my ass, and pushed his body against mine.

I could feel his dick, hard, up against my back as he leaned down and pinched my nipples. I threw my head back because I could feel my knees getting weak. His mouth went to my shoulders and kissed and nibbled.

Moan.

His head transitioned to the other shoulder and did the same. I could only feel calm, as it relaxed me entirely. I leaned over and pushed my lips to his, kissing him as he was up against me.

We got dressed and swapped the clothes we agreed on keeping. He put my day collar on, and took my play collar off to keep.

As I got in my car shortly after, I smiled and ran my hands through my still wet hair, completely sexually satisfied.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66x0kg/fm_a_visit_to_my_dom