First time meeting my Dom [MF]

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It was the day I was finally going to meet the man I had been talking to on Tinder. We had exchanged emails and photos and he had given me homework and all of the pleasure those things had brought me made me very excited to meet him in person. He had graded my homework the night before, some of pictures were not up to His high standard and my punishment was to slap my pussy until it hurt or twist my clit. I tried both while showering in the morning, I craved his punishment. I took extra care to prepare myself in the shower, shaving my pussy and hoping He would get to see it and like it. I impatiently got through my day at work and took a cab to the swanky Manhattan hotel bar he had chosen for our meeting.

He had only provided a description of himself but I spotted him right away in a dark corner of the bar, sipping his Old Fashioned, and looking as handsome as I had hoped. I slipped into the chair across from Him and we had a lovely talk getting to know each other. There was an easy connection and He suggested we play a game. He told me the rules, “spread your knees apart six inches. Every time you take a drink with your right hand you’ll pull your skirt up an inch. When you get to a certain point, you’ll go to the bathroom, remove your panties, and we’ll start again with a new rule.” I nervously looked around the bar, turned my chair to face Him, and spread my legs. After half a glass of wine I was feeling confident and spread into six inches comfortably. Drinking with my non-dominant left hand was easy and we carried on our conversation about life, work, family, and politics. When my legs came together he reminded me to keep them apart and I tried to stay focused on Him and keeping my legs open. The wine must have been getting to me because I accidentally used my right hand and after that my skirt quickly made its way up my thighs. I blushed when the waitress came, trying to subtly shimmy my skirt down, but He caught me and I was told to go to the restroom and remove my panties.

As I slipped them off I had the urge to touch my pussy. I knew it was starting to glisten and I wanted to feel with my fingers the eagerness I felt in my mind. I resisted the urge because I was under His control for the night and wanted to respect that. I hoped that He would get a taste of my eagerness later. I walked through the lounge feeling like everyone in the bar could tell that my pussy and ass were bare. I’m not one to get embarrassed easily, but I was beginning to feel a blush rising up in me.

Things felt different the moment I sat down. He motioned for me to spread my legs and I was suddenly so turned on I could barely hold a conversation. He could tell. He put a hand on my knee, our first touch, and He looked at me seriously, “It is important for you to tell me whenever you feel like you’re close to coming. And for you not to ever come without telling me and getting my permission.” At that moment I could tell how powerful He could be and I knew that I wanted to be a good girl for him more than anything. I nodded silently, not able to get the words of assent out of my mouth. “The rule this time is no eye contact. When you look me in the eyes your skirt comes up.” My knees had drifted together and he gently pushed them apart, unabashedly looking between my legs. I felt naked and vulnerable and wondered if he liked what he saw.

The eye contact rule sounded easy, but proved to be incredibly uncomfortable. He noted that without having to look at my eyes as one does during a conversation, he could easily gaze between my legs. I struggled to find a comfortable place to rest my eyes. On the wall, at His shoes, on his shoulder, I had an incredible urge to look directly at him. It felt isolating and lonely to be exposed and not have the validation that someone was looking out for me. I knew He was sitting right there and we continued talking, but I was feeling vulnerable and so turned on. I was surprised that this simple rule had such a psychological effect. He caught me a few times trying to find some comfort by casually catching a look at his face, so my skirt continued to rise a few inches at a time. When I knew my skirt couldn’t go any higher without being completely naked, I gave up and looked him directly in the eyes, needing his eye contact more than anything.

He told me to walk to the restroom in the back of the lounge and leave the door unlocked. I did as told, really unable to do anything else, sat on the small bench in the restroom and waited anxiously, not knowing what to expect. He came in, locked the door behind him, and told me to come to him and stand up. He brought my face to his and we kissed hungrily, with my hands embracing his back and his hands on my ass pulling my hips tight into his body. He had me sit back on the bench, pulled my skirt up to my stomach, and gave my pussy three long, luxurious licks with his tongue. It was what I had been craving, but I only got a tantalizing taste. Without a word he turned and left, leaving me alone and shocked, half naked in the restroom. I wanted to scream out in a delayed cry of ecstasy.  I stood and pressed my cheek against the cool tile of the walls, whispering, “oh my god” to myself. I wanted so badly to reach inside my pussy, I felt like I could quickly come if I had the chance. But I remembered his stern words about coming. A glance in the mirror showed me I was flushed, hair mussed, lipstick subtly smeared. I composed myself as best I could and took that walk back through the lounge, not caring at this point if anyone could tell what was going on, and smiled as I sat down again across from Sir.

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