We met online [Str8] [Bi] [bdsm]

The warmth between my legs kept my mind drifting…I had never been online dating before. The thought of meeting a stranger, opening those same legs up to someone new, someone I barely knew, made me even more excited. The fantasies and thoughts were now a deep yearning. I needed to be fucked, it had been years since I’d been fucked properly despite being married for 12 years.

Twelve years with a man who could never make a decision, never plan for a vacation, never take spontaneous action and would never make a move on me.

“How did I let it last so long?” I asked myself. Luckily I had a distraction in raising my son and working, but seriously…

“How did I get here 12 years later? When is it time for me and what I want in life?” I asked myself again and again.

Sitting looking at the computer screen I knew it was time to take the plunge into the unknown. I was a bit clueless when it came to online dating as I had met my husband in my 20’s through friends so the online thing was daunting. Even though as a millennial I had lots of friends who had met online and I knew the potential it held, it still felt like stepping out into the abyss. Despite my trepidation with online medium, I needed to be taken and soon so my needs won out! I knew I wasn’t looking for a Tinder date, nor was I looking for a man my age. It was time for something different.

Before I could change my mind, I rushed to put together my profile on a sugar baby dating platform and then dove into the deep end with my profile headline reading, “Seeking a new adventure.” I immediately received favorites and messages from many interested men. Everyone of them asked me what I was looking for. I still had not been clear with myself, so how could I tell them what I wanted? I began to feel overwhelmed by it all and decided to put my profile on hold. It took a few months, but I was ready to try again. I was still unclear as to what I was seeking, but unknown to me, it was about to be revealed.

Dripping wet with anticipation…I logged in. This immediately activated my profile again. I knew I shouldn’t set my expectations too high, but after browsing just a few hours, a mysterious and handsome man sent me an alluring message with permission to view his private photographs. I rushed to read his profile, his headline read, “Dominant man seeks match.” His profile described the woman he desired, one who was ready and willing to give away all power to him. One who had always fantasized about this dynamic. One like me. I had always craved servitude and he was the experienced Dominant to match my naturally submissive nature. Would he be my new adventure? Would anything come of this? Would I ever actually meet him? These were all the questions that plagued me over the next few months, as one thing after another kept us from meeting in person.

After a couple weeks of online chatting, we finally both felt comfortable enough to exchange phone numbers. This is when things began to heat up. Daddy, as I knew him, requested a few sexy photos of me that I willingly sent. He sent me a few photos of himself that made me wet at the sight. I spent many nights touching, rubbing, fingering myself to those exact photos. Then the instruction came, Daddy ordered me to play with my clit while I enjoyed my next bath, to make myself orgasm 5 times, and to send him a picture of my dripping wet fingers as proof of the completed task. I answered, “Yes Daddy,” and willingly did as he requested. I was so wet and my clit was pleasantly swollen. I had never done anything like this for anyone before, ever, but it fed a craving and fulfilled an emptiness deep within me. It was my first taste at true freedom. The freedom that comes from being owned. I continued to crave his ownership and his direction, as I was not his submissive yet, I was just a submissive. We spent the next couple months rescheduling our sex filled fantasy meet up. Daddy gave me a couple more sexy orders to fulfill. One was to flash a group of strangers and take a video to send to Daddy. I even had to fill out a “slave questionnaire” to address my interests, limits, and personal information for Daddy to best guide me.

Then, just as it felt as if we were never going to meet in person, just as my submissive self began to mope, we finally locked in a date. Nothing else was going to come between us now. We made it through unexpected work obligations, forest fires, and scorned ex-lovers drama. We were meeting this time. We both needed it. The build up between us and between my legs was all consuming. I desperately needed to submit and to be claimed by Daddy and nothing was going to stop it from happening.

xx Jenna

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