>Pre-note, skip if you want the juicy stuff:
I have been in non-monogamous relationships since 2014. Am now 35, married, swinger and I like to write. Most of the stories are my experiences, wherever I can I’ll try to alter them to make them better. And maybe I get inspired to write about my fantasies.
**Setting**: I met a Dom at a munch with whom it clicked very well. This was our fourth and last encounter because he found a monogamous girlfriend after this. It was a good night and it’s a long story. You can find the story of the 3rd encounter here: [My Dom is getting more stern with me](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/iril9q/my_dom_is_getting_more_stern_with_me_spanking_and/)
I come in and we start off just talking on the couch. After a while he says: “You’re wearing too much, take everything off except for any lingerie you’re wearing.” Of course I comply and I’m allowed to sit on the couch again. But he directs me to lie with my head in his lap because he wants to talk about the fact that he met someone which could go somewhere further and it could mean that we’d have to stop our evenings. The idea makes me sad, but I care about him and I want him to be happy and I can’t give him a girlfriend. I’m just his submissive.
He makes me stand in the room and spread the blanked he always uses on the floor. After I’m done I stand comfortably on the blanked. Which means that I’ll cross my arms and I lean on one hip.
He reprimands me: “Arms on your back, legs apart! You’ll stand like this when you have to wait and this is position one! Can you remember that?!”
– Shit, I’m horrible at remembering numbers. I freak out a little…
He continues by telling me to go sit on my hands and knees, which is position five.
– FIVE?! Don’t tell me in the wrong order! I’m hoping the punishment for forgetting is at least a bit sexy.
Next was sitting on my knees, leaning back on my hands. “That is position ten.”
– TEN?! I can’t remember ten positions in the wrong order! That’s it, I will be going home with bruises on my butt, I’m sure. That will be fun during my birthday trip to the sauna tomorrow.
As it turned out: There were only three positions, bloody mindfucker…
I have to stand up, put my hands against the wall with stretched arms. I’m not allowed to look behind me and I feel him standing close to me. I feel his breath behind my ear and his hands against my back while he unhooks my bra.
He leaves my bra hanging on my arms and I want to lower my arms to remove the bra. Let’s keep it safe, he didn’t tell me I could remove it, so I let it hang there until he tells me otherwise.
He binds my hands on my back and he puts a blindfold over my eyes. Whenever I try to be a bit naughty the punishment for today seems to be squeezing my nipples. Which isn’t much of a punishment because it makes me hella horny. He did try to keep bruises to a minimum because of the sauna tomorrow.
I have to go down on my knees and he guides me to the couch. I notice that he’s sitting on the couch and I hear movement that can only mean one thing: I have to give him a blowjob. Which I have done before but usually have the rule that I want to keep in charge when I suck someone’s dick. I am certainly NOT in charge at the moment. In a split second I decide: I’ve done it before, I can do it without being in charge.
And since I’ve decided to do it, I’ll do my best. I try to get as far as possible, his dick is more hard than last time so it’s hard (pun intended) to fully deepthroat him. But I do my best to keep down as long as I can hold my breath and as long as all I hear from him is happy moans.
When I go up too far I accidentally drop his dick out of my mouth. Without being able to use my hands it’s like bobbing for apples. He is scolding me while handing his dick to me again so I can continue.
Eventually he lays his hand on my head, which triggers me, this is why I usually want to be in control. I go up immediately and he lets go. I feel instantly better and continue working his penis with my mouth.
After a while he stops me and he makes me stand on my feet again. He unties my hands and I notice that, for me, some boundaries have been moved and I need some time. I reach out while I’m still blindfolded and I pull him towards me. That’s all he needs, he removes the blindfold and sits me down on the couch. He gives me my drink and I tell him whats going on. I notice that is all I need. “Can you continue?” “Yes”
He makes me stand in the middle of the room again and removes my last piece of clothing, my panties. “Position five!”
– SHIT, I have no idea which one that was! Well, I have an idea, but I’m too afraid to do the wrong thing! “I don’t remember which one it was!”
“Hands and knees”
– “Facing which way?”
“That way” She says with suspicion. The punishment, a hard twist of my nipples makes me moan so loud that he doesn’t believe that I actually forgot.
I’m naked on hands and knees and only that fact just makes me wet. It’s so undignified, so exposed. His hands run over my body, but not for long. He sits me down on my butt and he sits behind me, his legs around me. He pulls my elbows towards my back and puts a horizontal stick between my back and my elbows. He binds my hands to my body as far as I can go so I have no room to move at all. I close my eyes to fully focus on his hands and the rope on my body. He takes his time and calmly pulls the ropes where he wants them to be. I’m spacing out and startle awake when he touches my nipple with the rope.
He puts me on my feet again and he starts putting rope around my hips and legs. He walks away for a second and I do not dare to look. But I hear something jingling… No, would he really…? He was working on my legs, would he have pussy clamps? This is a BIG time bucket list thing and I’m getting wet just hoping he would do something like that. I feel him grabbing just one of my pussy lips. An incredible feeling of hornyness surges through me. My knees are weak and they might just buckle under the sheer force of horny feelings that go through me.
Another clamp goes on my other labia, there seems to be a chain between the two clamps. He hangs a weight on the chain and I feel the pull on my now juicy and swollen pussy. I feel his vingers between my folds and he starts stroking me. When he enters me with his fingers I can hear the wet noises caused by how incredibly horny this makes me. It feels great but I’m not able to come yet. I have never had an orgasm with him, so it might be a bit more difficult.
He stops and removes the clamps. I have to sit on my knees towards the coffee table. He bends me over the wooden table, which is surprisingly cold on my nipples. Even though the cold doesn’t do anything for me, being bend over with an exposed butt and my swollen pussy that will be very visible between my legs makes me even wetter than I was before. I hear a plug going in a socket. The second he puts the wand vibrator against my clit he says: “You’ll have to ask for permission to come.”
– Oh god, really?! The moment I feel an orgasm coming it’ll be very hard to talk. And if he says no, I’ll probably not be able to stop it.
He turns the thing on, fast. I’ve never used a wand vibrator before. It feels so good, all nervousness about never having come before is drifting away on the sound of that thing and the feeling in my pussy and the vibrations going through my whole lower body.
Soon it feels so nice that I miss something, I want more, I want to feel something ín me. I want to be filled while that thing vibrates on my clit. But I’m too scared to ask. The wand drills on and it makes everything go way faster than I’m used to. I feel an orgasm coming and I remember that I had to ask for permission. All I can say is: “May I, may I, may I?”
“Go ahead” he says.
I quiet down because my concentration is in my head and it has to go back down between my legs. When it gets there, my orgasm starts. I can’t even make a sound because the orgasm consumes everything. I feel a gush of juices flowing out of me, dripping between my legs. I twitch, trash and turn on the table. The stick behind my elbows presses in my back. Even when he removes the wand I keep on going.
I know I can squirt, although it doesn’t happen often. But I didn’t know I could squirt from just a vibrator on my clit. He removes the stick from behind my elbows, it has left a dent in my back from trashing around during my orgasm. That’s gonna be a bruise! He re-ties my hands behind my back without the stick this time. I am still wearing the blindfold and he leads me to the bed and sits me down on the edge of the bed.
The ropes that tie my hands to my back go around my chest and he ties my knees to the chest ropes. My head ends up between my knees. He lifts my legs and rolls me backwards on my back. I’m amazed by the ease with which he just flips me over, he’s so strong!
My mind is still fuzzy from the intense orgasm, I am not at all aware how exposed I am lying here. I’m on my back, my legs are roped in a very open and exposed position with my knees next to my ears.
He puts a towel under my hips. Yeah, good idea, if the wand made me gush everywhere then getting to my g-spot will be even worse.
He starts touching my pussy with his fingers. Gently at first, joining in with his mouth. Sucking on my clit and pushing his fingers deep in my pussy. He is curling his fingers inside me, touching and massaging my g-spot. The tension is growing and since I’ve had one normal orgasm before it doesn’t take long before I feel a squirt-orgasm coming. The feel of the orgasm rushes over the edge and before I know it I feel so much wetness as if the edge was a waterfall. I don’t think the towel was enough…
Squirting is so intense, all I could say was: “fucking hell!”
Am I even on the same planet still? “Do you want to go again?” He asks.
I don’t know! I shake my head, I am not able to talk and think at the same time. I’m sure he has seen me shaking my head. But since I haven’t said no he continues with the same incredibly wet results… He even gets out the wand again, puts it on my sensitive clit and gives me the second big orgasm of the evening. The only thing coming out of my mouth is swearing.
He unties me and lets me come to my senses. When I’ve calmed down I notice how wet my butt is from all the squirting. The edge of the bed has a big wet spot. He lies down next to me and pulls me close. We lie in silence for a while, the only thing breaking the silence is me saying “What the fuck” in amazement.
Then I suddenly remember he didn’t come yet. My hands are free so I can blow him and do anything I want! I climb between his legs and grab his dick and slowly start working my tongue over his tip and place kisses on his dick. Slowly I take more and more of him in my mouth and work my hand around his shaft up and down. I squeeze a little with my hand and go faster while I suck harder. I’m feeling confident, so I look up while working on him and look at his face. His eyes are closed, he doesn’t notice me watching him.
I go faster and faster and I can hear in his breathing that he is close. I feel him coming in my mouth and I keep on going. I want to keep going until he tells me to stop, but he doesn’t. I ask: “Should I stop?” I ask in my sweetest voice. “Yes, no, yes, please stop.” he answers.
With shaking legs I step out of bed to get dressed. I have to sleep at home. I see him getting dressed and putting on shoes. “Why are you putting on shoes?”
“I’m walking with you with an umbrella, it’s raining.”
I’m giggling silently: *I’m a rainmaker*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o0nj7b/im_a_rainmaker_f28_mild_bdsm