My sub and I live on totally opposite sides of the planet, so the chances of us actually meeting are slim to none. That hasn’t stopped me from driving her nuts with the idea that one day I’ll simply be there in her kitchen, waiting for her.
This idea came from our first day together, more or less. We had been playing online for a few weeks, but she wanted more. She’d never admit that, but her actions spoke louder than words. She was bored in class, so I had her write “Good Slut” on herself. She sent me the picture, but “Good” had been crossed out and replaced with “Adam’s”. Apparently, a local hopeful thought he could hang, and she wanted to see how I’d respond. We went back and forth a few times, using her as our canvas, before I gave her what she was looking for: “Write Ben’s Sub”
Since then, she’s teased me with her dates, even though she’ll never submit to them in play without my approval. She got particularly sassy on one occasion, again hoping to get a rise out of me, so I promised her an epic mindfuck for her troubles. I told her how I was going to get on a plane, fly 20 hours, and show up without telling her anything. Her husband and I would coordinate the details, so I’d be able to find her wherever she goes in her day. I could literally be waiting around every corner.
And she thought that was pretty hot, but I wasn’t nearly done yet.
A week later, she showed me an appointment card for her latest tattoo and it had the address and phone number for the shop. So naturally, I called the shop 30min before her appointment. “Hi, I’m supposed to meet my friend Eliza there at 4PM, but I’ve been held up at the airport and she isn’t answering her phone. Could you let her know that Ben will be there to meet her a few minutes late?”
Needless to say, I was biting my knuckles waiting to see how she reacted. 4PM rolled around, and I got my answer: “FUCK. YOU. OMG.”
She told me later that her heart nearly jumped out of her chest*. The sudden idea that I had actually done it sent a bunch of different thoughts and feelings into her head and left her brain frozen with arousal, disbelief, and utter surprise. When she came home, her husband wanted to know why she smelled like sex, since she wasn’t supposed to have been out on a date.
And who knows? Maybe one day I will get on that plane. I think she might fall over and die, but if she can survive the shock, I know she’ll sink to her knees and say the words I long to hear straight from her lips to my ears: “Hello, Sir.”
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*Evidently, she’s had a few heart surgeries over the years, so it’s good to remember that BDSM play (and sex in general) should always be mindful and considerate of both partners’ medical concerns. I don’t actually want to kill this woman, just get her heart racing in the right ways.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a8knry/mf_out_of_the_blue