There’s that moment, right before you meet someone, that can be agony.
You start to regret the promises you made, or you start to worry that maybe they were catfishing you. Or worse, they won’t respect limits.
The anxiety of that moment can ruin an otherwise perfectly good night.
I’ve been lucky enough that I have found some wonderful women that have pushed past that moment. And I’ve had other nights where we get all the way to my hotel room, only to have some secret phantom touch her heart and make her have to leave.
I let them go if they must, because I’m not a monster.
She was in the garage, waiting. I went down to the lobby to meet her. The moment of agony stretched deeper.
I didn’t want to let this one go. We’d been chatting for just over two weeks, and the connection was near-instantaneous. She was a short, smart girl with a cute face and really nice tits, plus just enough of a brat mentality to provoke me.
I really wanted her.
I knew she was wearing a lacy red bra and panty set – I had picked those out for her earlier. I knew I wanted to push her against the wall and fuck her and choke her.
She came into the lobby. We talked. We went up the elevator.
There was a part of me that was nervous about bringing her into the room – the rope, tape, zip ties, a pair of wooden spoons and some condoms were all ready to be grabbed. She had to have noticed them.
We walked over to the window, drapes fully pulled back to embrace my exhibitionism. I got my first real look at her ass – it was spectacular.
I put my arm around her shoulder, she calmed down. And then she said, “Green.”
I have a hunch she’s embarrassed by what happened next. While I had control of her underwear, she picked the outerwear- a sweater and tight jeans. I pulled the jeans down to her knees, then bent her over the couch. She moved to cover her pussy, expecting me to try and take her then and there. To be honest, I probably could have overpowered her, but I wanted to toy with her a little more.
I pulled her sweater over her head, then picked her up and threw her towards the bed. A pair of shackles was under the left pillow. In under three minutes, I had the sweater off and her hands locked behind her back. Her overly tight jeans had her legs trapped. I pulled out a luggage strap to wrap her knees together, then stripped her pants off. I wrapped my belt around her neck and took a victory photo to gloat over how easy a piece of prey she was.
She pouted.
I smiled, pushed her back on the bed, and started stroking her pussy. Her eyes went wide with lust the moment I pushed inside of her. She warned me that she was a pushover, that nearly everything made her cum fast. She wasn’t lying.
As much as I wanted her pussy, I held off. There was some debate as to how long the little brat was going to hold off sucking my cock. Putting her on her knees and grabbing her by the hair, I made sure she understood her place. Again, to further my trophy collection, I made her look me in the eye as I took photos of her sucking cock. When she initially refused, I pushed my cock down her throat until I got that satisfying gagging sound.
She had trouble standing, so I “helped” her until she was laying on her back. I want to say she made some effort to keep her legs closed, calling me mean and telling me that she hated me. I smiled, then watched her melt as my cock filled her.
I asked her if she was going to try to stop me, as I started to pound her. She moaned out a defiant yes, so I started to thumb her clit in rhythm with my thrusts.
“Can you stop me, or are you my little slut?” I teased.
She only moaned.
“Say it,” I said. “Are you my fucktoy?”
All she could muster was a defiant grunt.
I moved my hand from her clit to her throat.
“Say it.”
I squeezed.
“Say you’re my fucktoy.”
“I’m your fucktoy.”
I had to reward her with a splatter of cum from her belly to her face. I took the extra effort to gather it up and force the jizz into her mouth.
I let her struggle with the restraints for a bit, then went back to using her pussy. She still couldn’t break free.
From there, I got a wooden spoon out and started punishing her for “making me wait.”
If I’m honest, I didn’t really need a reason to spank her. I just wanted her perfect little ass to be a uniform red tonight and purple tomorrow.
After my third round of fucking her, I let her have enough undistracted time with the restraints. She picked at them just right, and was finally able to slip free with her baby hands.
She declared it a win, clearly ignoring the scoreboard. I spent the next two hours running up the score, until she was a quivering mess. To her credit, I woke up in sheer pain the next morning, having used every muscle in my body to break her. With no permanent damage for me, we plotted out round 2.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ejc4ru/the_moment_before_a_good_decision_mf_bdsm