[MF] “Rainbow” – Another TRUE story of my life as a [M] Dom

This is my fifth entry. The previous four have been, three about my time being C’s, the attorney, Dominant, and the fourth, my encounter with my neighbor. If you’d like to read those entries, you can find them in my profile. If you have any questions or comments, please DM me. I enjoy reading and interacting with those who are like minded. If any of these stories does more than pique your interest and are looking for something like this, or a Dom in general, I want to hear from you.

Again, these are NOT fictional stories. They are completely true accounts of my life as a Dom. All the events are as accurate as I can remember them, without embellishments or elaborations. I will continue sharing these moments if there is a positive response and people want to read more. Send me your thoughts.

NOTE: I am not a writer by trade, so I apologize for any types that might exist.

Before I met C, before the neighbor, long before a number of other women and moments, I met the one sub I was enamored with. She shared the same initial as the neighbor, so I will refer to her as Rainbow, which has multiple meanings. She was beautiful, tall, curvy, as in wide hips, TINY waist, a thick round ass and a big chest, dark features with pale skin, many tattoos and piercings, and incredibly young. So young that I thought it might be too many years between us. Don’t get me wrong, she was legal, but just barely. She had just turned 19 and I was 38. Nearly a 20 year difference.

We met on Fetlife, a site I had spotty success on, but I no longer am a member of. I had met a handful of subs before and after Rainbow, but she had my attention. We exchanged many messages, and got to know each other. She hit all the checkboxes for me, for my fantasy side, for my dominant side – I had developed quite a penchant for young women, I still have that. After a couple weeks of messaging, we decided to meet. She was to come over to my apartment and we would see what we were like together in person.

The evening she was to arrive, things happened, and she did not. I was obviously disappointed and let down, I had subs before bail and ghost on me like this, so I was half-heartedly expecting it to happen with her. She was too good to be true. I let her cool for a few days and decided if she wanted to try again, she would have to be the one to contact me.

She did. A few days later she messaged to say she was sorry, she just got freaked out, she was 19 and going over to a literal stranger’s apartment, without meeting him previously, never even speaking on the phone, was quite risky. I agreed with her and said if she wanted to meet me in public first, I would absolutely understand, and do that. However, she liked that she was scared, she didn’t want to meet me in public. She wanted to come over and to be man-handled, turned into a sex toy, to be the little girl of a much older man. We set another night. July 3rd.

I messaged her off and on all day. She was quick to reply and I was hopeful this would be the night. The closer it got to her time to arrive, she started to balk and back away. It took a couple hours of reassurance and convincing until I saw her pull into my complex. I could see the entrance, who comes and goes, and I was surprised to see her pull in. She sat in her car for a few minutes, I assume to compose herself and get herself ready for what was about to happen. I watched her walk from her car, across the parking lot and to my building. My God was she young, and beautiful, and tall, and curvy. She was wearing all black, a poofy skirt, cute little top, and black boots. Definitely a goth-like chick, and something I had never been super into before, but her style did not bother me at all, it fit her personality perfectly. She was more attractive in person that she was in pictures. I was already wanting to tear into her.

Three soft knocks on my door. I walked to the door and opened it. There she stood. This little, young kitten of a sub, standing at the door of a man twice her age, her father’s age, waiting for someone to handle her in the ways only the darkest parts of her mind knew she wanted.

“Hello young lady.” I said.
“Hello Professor.” She replied.

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in, her purse fumbled about, as I yanked her close to me. I breathed her in, I felt her body shaking in nervousness. I took her bag and set it down. Returning to her, I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around. I bent her over a little chair I had in my entry way and hiked up her skirt to reveal nothing but a fair, pale skin ass with nothing protecting it, just as I instructed.

“I think you need a spanking for standing me up little one, don’t you?” I asked.
“Please Sir, yes I do.”

And a spanking she received. I did not let her down easy. I ramped it up right from the start. One, because she upset me, she knew she upset me, and two, I could tell I was going to enjoy every minute of her. She yelped, she moaned, she groaned, she soaked my chair. Completely. She was a dripping mess.

I spun her around and told her to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans and pull my dick out. She fumbled a bit, but quickly figured it out. I could tell she had been thinking about sucking my cock since she got there. She mentioned earlier she wanted to drop to her knees as soon as she got in. After her spanking, I allowed it. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and fucked her little 19 year-old mouth. She had done this before. I was worried her oral skills would be lax, but they were certainly not. Her lips wrapped perfectly, and tightly around my dick, sliding so easily, in and out. I made her gag several times until she was squirming for air. She was perfect.

I pulled her up and took her to my couch. I did not want to jump right to bed, I wanted to thoroughly enjoy her. I had her sit next to me, draping her legs across my lap, I ran my fingers up and down her young legs. We had small talk, I told her how beautiful I thought she was, that she was a good girl for coming. She thanked me with a “Daddy” thrown in for good measure. She was glowing. Her black, curly hair in my hands, just playing with it. Her big full lips were on mine when words weren’t escaping them. I loved her tongue wrapped around mine, she was one hell of a kisser for being barely 19.

We sat on the couch for quite some time, listening to bottle rockets and areal shells exploding outside. I was completely smitten with her. More so than anyone else before her. Once I felt she was comfortable with me, she did in fact just meet me, and I wasn’t about to suggest her jumping right into it with me, I told her I wanted her in my bed.

Once in my room, I kissed her hard, once more, allowing myself to savor it before I turned into something darker, more forceful, more sadistic. I grabbed her by the back of her head once more, threw her face down on my bed and told her to spread her legs. She obeyed.

I could not contain myself. I could not even slow myself down. I took my jeans off, peeled my shirt off and just plowed my dick into her. It was so fucking perfect, this young little pussy, wanting my much older cock. She was screaming every time I plunged back into her. I grabbed her hair again, pulled her head back and said. “is this what you wanted you little slut?”

“Yes Sir!” she screamed. Her breath was fast and she struggled to say the words. I bit her shoulder while I was ravaging her little pussy. Over and over again. She finally whimpered she was going to cum, and I let her have it. Spanking her ass with one hand, pulling her hair with the other, pounding her little young pussy I moaned “Cum for Daddy, little girl. CUM!” and on command she lost it. She absolutely lost it. Her body convulsed into shivers that sent her eyes to the back of her head. It was beautiful. I let her finish her orgasm, while slowly sliding in and out of her some more. Once she was settled, I pulled her off the bed, and on to her knees. She knew exactly what she was about to do.

Wrapping those big full lips around my cock, I fucked her face once more. Her sweet, young, willing little face. It didn’t take long, to be honest, I almost came before she did, but I held back. Once I was there, I pulled my dick out of her mouth and said “Stroke Daddy’s cock, I want to cum on that pretty face of yours.” Indeed…she did. And she showered herself with it. ALL OVER her pale face and big fucking tits. This was seriously a porn movie.

We cleaned up and collapsed in bed. I told her I wanted her to stay the night and she nodded. I cannot express enough how smitten and how into her I was. She laid in my bed, a bare naked 19-year old, giddy with having a man like me. I was a goner for her. Several times throughout the night, as she lay sleeping face down in my bed, I pulled the covers back, just to gaze at her young round, thick ass. My God. THIS was MINE. I drifted off to sleep as well.

The next day, as we lazily woke up, I kept my hands on her. I wanted her to know I wanted her, that I could not get enough of her. I had plans that day to go on a float trip to celebrate the 4th of July, with a bunch of friends, and I wanted to show her off. I asked her to come with me, she said yes but had to go home first. I was the most excited I had been in quite some time. Since before I was married, and not since the divorce, that was for certain. She headed out for her house, to pick up river attire and essentials.

As the morning drug on, I did not hear back from Rainbow. I kept texting her and finally she said “I can’t come. I am sorry.” And I was devastated. Dom’s can suffer from these things too, and they happen more often than you think. I asked once more, and received only silence. I packed my things, and headed out for a float trip I would not enjoy.

Over the months that followed I could not get her out of my head. I would text every now and then, just to see if it would elicit a response, and only dead air was my return. Finally, on the last text I ever sent Rainbow, my phone buzzed with a message from her.

“I have a boyfriend. Leave me alone and never contact me again.” It said.

More devastation, but a disappointment I came to expect, and I had experienced before. This was the one that got away.

Fast forward a couple years, when out of the blue, I get a text – “Is this still the Professor.” I knew exactly who it was. I looked at the message and smiled. Then I put my phone back in my pocket, to never reply to that text. The hurt was real. I knew she would come back, but this time she was too late.

She still messages me, out of the blue, randomly. But I think if I were to go down that road again, the memories would not be the same, I would look at them, and her, differently. However, she will always be the one that got away for me.

Would you like to read more of these true stories I have had over the years? Let me know if you enjoyed this and I will share more encounters I have had.

Again, if there are any subs/littles out there enjoying this, I want to hear from you.

Until next time.

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