The time I F[26] met an internet stranger [M] at a motel in the middle of the night and let him completely dominate me

So a while back I shared this story, it was one of my first success stories from when I first began this sexual journey, and tbh is still hands down the best one. It ended up getting removed and I am finally reposting it now. If it gets removed here it’s still on my own profile too. I have decided to repost the story exactly as I originally wrote it, so keep in mind it was written the day after I experienced it.

“A few days ago I had posted my first request on a few Reddit subs and even a page called DoubleList, which is like Craigslist but for pervs. I enjoyed the experience a lot so I decided to try again. The first time I posted was late night spur of the moment after a few drinks. It was unplanned and clumsy and spontaneous. A quick 20 minute RAOBJ in his car. This time I was looking for something very, very specific. I was still riding the high from my first stranger hook up and knew if I didn’t act while I was still up that I would never have the courage to do it again.

I’ve had a stranger motel fantasy for a very long time. Making 50 shades of grey look like a nursery tale type fantasy, if ya catch my drift. I’ve dabbled in BDSM with romantic partners but there has always been a desire to experience this with a complete stranger. The thrill, the fear, the unknown. There’s just something incredibly hot about having this type of relationship with someone from the moment you start to speak. Transitioning back and forth from romantic partners/friends to a dom/sub relationship feels more like roleplay and make believe, whereas this feels sharply and intensely real.

I decided to reach out to a few men who had messaged me from my previous post, but only the ones who gave the controlling, experienced dom vibe. Experience was crucial. Not only did I want someone who wasn’t timid and who could actually deliver what he promised, but I also wanted someone experienced enough in the sub/dom scene to not lose control of himself and possibly go too far and hurt me.

I reached out to a few guys and asked if they’d like to hear a fantasy I have, and then let me know if it’s something they’d be interested in and genuinely able to live up to. I was very specific and explicit in my description. I knew exactly what I wanted, and knew exactly the type of response I was looking for. I didn’t want to be complimented or begged or asked. I wanted to be *told.*

Several men replied saying they’d be perfect for the role, but it was clear they had little experience in this type of thing and were still looking at the situation as them lucking out and just wanting to make me feel good. I didn’t want someone to care about making me feel good. I didn’t want to be fawned over or promised endless pleasure. I didn’t want to be asked what I wanted. I wanted someone who didn’t treat my attention like some coveted reward, but someone who had a cavalier, aloof, almost disgusted attitude towards me. Someone whose attitude screamed “you’re worthless and useless, I don’t need you or even care if you reply, you should be thanking me for even showing the slightest bit of interest.”

Then I got a message from John (I actually don’t know what his real name is. I never bothered to ask and he never bothered to ask mine either.) As soon as I read John’s reply, I knew he was exactly what I was looking for. His true dominance and experience was dripping off every word. He didn’t want me, he didn’t need me, he didn’t care what I wanted or what fantasy I was trying to fulfill. I was there to be used and discarded.

He wholeheartedly understood the assignment lol.

He told me to describe my fantasy, which I did in very explicit detail. It read like a short story instead of a list of things I wanted. I consider myself to be a good writer, especially when it comes to my sexual fantasies and experiences, so I was quite proud of it tbh lol. I sent the story to several others with every reply being something along the lines of “omg so hot, that instantly got me hard, let’s do it, I want you.”

John’s reply? “That was cute. Did you think of that all by yourself? Fucking little slut. You’re not even worth my time. But I suppose I can’t pass up a warm body and some wet holes. Do you think you’re worthy of my cock? The dirty fuck slut that you are?”

That was it. I was hooked. He knew what I wanted even better than I did. His mocking, dismissive attitude instantly created a dynamic of me wanting to please him, impress him, perform for him. Desperate for any crumb of approval he might toss my way. This dynamic didn’t change throughout the night, it intensified tenfold. I found myself constantly checking my phone waiting for his every response, and my heart would leap into my throat when I saw he was typing.
Only once did he step out of the role of master to tell me about himself and assure me that he is a kind, gentle, sincere father of 2 who happens to also be a sexual deviant. He had no interest in hurting me and would unequivocally and immediately stop the very moment I said the safe word. He was very clear, direct, and thorough in making sure we both understood the other’s limits, desires, and comfort level. It showed me how truly experienced and able he was. I was utterly hooked.

We continued to message back and forth for several hours. He instructed me to do many things, all while insulting and degrading me. He’d demand I send pictures or long-winded pleas for him at specific times. He’d purposefully wait longer and longer between responses just to get me as antsy and desperate as possible. That way, when he finally did reply, it felt like a reward.

Eventually the time came for us to meet. He demanded I find the motel, something cheap and dirty like me. The first one I found had rooms you could enter right from the parking lot. I purposefully chose it because it would allow me to avoid the embarrassment of walking past other guests and employees. He disregarded my choice and picked his own. He chose one that had a lobby and demanded I dress slutty. He wanted me to feel humiliated. He wanted everyone who saw me to know exactly what I was doing there and how much of a whore I am.

When I arrived at the hotel, I let him know and he sent me the room number. The door was wedged open when I arrived and when I pushed through the door it was pitch black and absolutely silent. I slowly walked into the room, trying to force my eyes to adjust to the darkness as I closed and locked the door behind me. I couldn’t tell where he was and my fear and excitement intensified because of it. Not knowing if he was about to pounce or which direction he would come at me from.

I walked through the little entranceway, running my fingers along the wall to guide my way, and after a few feet I was in the main room. I could see the outline of the bed and desk and TV, but I could not see him. I couldn’t even sense him. I tried to hold my breath and listen for his but it was absolute silence. I started to think he wasn’t even there when suddenly from the darkness I heard his deep voice command me to get on my knees.

I still couldn’t see where he was but I turned in the direction of his voice and got down on my knees. This time I could sense he was in front of me, but all my eyes could see was deep and impenetrable darkness. The silence stretched on as I kneeled there. I started to wonder if I was supposed to be doing something and he was waiting for me to figure it out. I wanted so badly to please him by that point, and I just kept thinking “talk to me, tell me what to do, I’ll do anything just tell me, please.”

Finally I heard him stand and realized I was kneeling in front of a small couch. He walked closer and I could finally see him. He was completely nude and I could see the outline of his hard cock sticking straight out toward me. I wanted to grab him and pull him into my mouth but I knew I’d be punished for such boldness. I waited and watched his every movement. He wouldn’t even look at me. He ignored me while he looked at his phone for a moment and then lazily began flipping through songs. I was so tense and ready to explode. So many things I wanted to do but knew I had absolutely no control here.

Eventually he found a song he liked and he placed his phone down. We were thrust back into complete darkness again. I heard him walk close to me and the smell of him drove me wild. It took everything in me not to jump him. He stood and looked down at me for a few moments. I kept my eyes down. He never told me to do this but I could tell it’s what was expected of me. I wasn’t good enough to look him in the eyes.

He instructed me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. I eagerly did as I was told. He rubbed the tip over my tongue and lips, leaving a trail of precum wherever he touched. He tasted exquisite. He pulled back a bit and told me to suck his cock and I greedily complied. When he started going faster, I found my hands reflexively shooting up to grab his legs or the base of his cock. Every time I raised my hand he’d snap at me to lower it. He said he never gave me permission to touch him.

I began to gag and even came close to vomiting, and he wasn’t even halfway in. I could tell how much he was holding back and almost wished he’d just force it all the way in regardless of my reaction. I know I disappointed him with my mouth. It made me that much more desperate to please him in other ways.

He pulled himself out of my mouth and told me to stand up. I stood for a moment before he demanded I lean over onto the bed, feet flat on the ground, legs spread, face down. I instantly listened and by this point was incredibly turned on and desperate to be touched. I was already breathing heavily and sighing lightly. My body was twitching and shaking. While laying there I saw a pile of toys, all black leather. A paddle. Wrist straps. A rope. Plugs of various sizes. I briefly wondered about them, felt a small amount of fear shoot through my body, but it was very quickly overshadowed by my pure sexual excitement.

I felt his hands on my thighs as he lifted my dress up to reveal my naked ass. I had no panties on, I figured it would be much sluttier that way. He ran his fingers over my skin, almost caressing me, surprisingly gentle, and then I felt the first of many slaps. I could tell he was using a flat, leather paddle. At first he focused on my ass, being sure to hit each and every spot from bottom to top. Then his strikes began to fall into a rhythm: right cheek, left cheek, inner thighs, pussy. Right check, left cheek, inner thighs, pussy. I was writhing and twitching with every hit. After a few minutes of this he snapped at me, “Thank you, Daddy.” So I began to thank him after every strike.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my hair and he was pulling me up off the bed. He spun he around to face him and pulled my dress off over my head. Then he demanded I lay on the bed with my head hanging back over the edge. He yelled at me to keep my legs open, and I earned a sharp slap on both thighs each time I accidentally closed them. I learned very quickly that no matter what position he had me in, my legs were to always remain wide open.

With my head hanging back, he hovered over top of me and told me to stick my tongue out as he rubbed the bottom of his cock and his balls back and forth over it. He began to paddle my breasts and clit in a similar pattern as before. Eventually he stuck his cock in my mouth and sawed himself in and out, trying to see how deep he could go. I tried so hard to take much more than I’ve ever taken before. I wanted so badly to please him. But I couldn’t take it all the way, not even close. He was very angry with me.

He pulled out and demanded I continue to lay with my head hanging back over the bed. This position made it impossible for me to see what he was doing unless he was standing directly in front of my face. I could hear him shuffling around, sifting through the toys, letting me wait and wonder what was to come.

Eventually I felt him kneel between my legs and begin to rub the tip of his cock against me. He slid it up and down, over my clit and down to my opening, up and down, up and down, but never going in. I found my hips arching toward him, every time he ran his cock up my slit my hips followed, silently begging him not to pull away. I was twitching by the time I finally felt him press his head into me. But he didn’t go in all the way. He continued to tease me, slowly penetrating me a centimeter at a time, always pulling back out in order to keep me frustrated. By this point I was whining and begging him to please please fuck me.

I felt his hand wrap around my neck and at the same moment I felt him bottom out inside me. I could have cum right there. All I could say was “thank you daddy, thank you daddy” as he pistoned in and out of me. But of course I couldn’t expect to be given what I wanted for long. He stopped as soon as he started, pulling out and leaving me empty and breathless and frustrated. He continued to kneel between my legs as my hips silently begged him to come back. He picked the paddle back up and continued his torturous rhythm: left breast, right breast, pussy. I could do nothing but whine and beg incoherently. Suddenly he bottomed out inside me again and fucked me like a jackhammer, but all too quickly he was out again and back to the paddle.

I have no idea how long this went on for. It could have been 10 minutes or 2 hours. I loved every fucking minute of it.

Soon he moved up my body to straddle my chest. He began to fuck my tits slowly and he had me stick my tongue out and angle my chin down toward my neck so that he could shove his tip into my mouth with each thrust. While he did this, I suddenly heard a vibrator turn on and he pressed it against my clit. My entire body spasmed when he did this, and he warned me that I had better not cum. I felt my orgasm quickly approaching and asked him to let me cum, but he said no. I then began to beg him. He again said no. He said if I came I would be punished, severely. I was able to hold it in, but only barely.

He eventually got off of me and told me to get out of the fucking way. I quickly rolled over and got up off the bed, waiting for my next instruction. I watched him fluff the pillows and lay down into the bed, both arms folded behind his head as he stretched out. Then he demanded I get on top of him and ride him. While I did this he made me play with my clit as I bounced up and down.

After a minute of this he grabbed the rope and began wrapping it around me. He started with one loop around my neck and admittedly I felt nervous at this. I even stopped bouncing for a moment as I just watched him anxiously. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but he didn’t choke me with it. He wrapped two loops around my neck and then stretched it down my body and began encircling my tits with the rope. He wrapped it around my left breast 3 times, tightly, then back up around my neck again and down to wrap my right breast. The rest of the rope hung down between my tits as he took hold of it and held it taut. Then he began to thrust his hips up into me, hard and fast, as he gripped the rope and pulled down, making my body slam into him just as hard as his slammed into me.

After a while he suddenly shot his hand out to grip my neck and shoved me backwards. I fell onto my back, my legs still straddling him, and he sat up and pulled himself out of me. I stayed on my back as he quickly got onto his knees and kneeled next to my head. He put his leg across me and straddled my chest again. He held my head still as he shoved his cock into my mouth and when I tried to bob my head he snapped at me to stop. “Just hold my cock in your mouth, don’t fucking move.” I laid there for a moment as he reached for something out of my sight, wanting so badly to suck and lick and having to consciously stop myself from doing so. I suddenly heard the vibrator turn back on and it was against my clit in a second. Once he had it held against me he began to thrust his hips back and forth, allowing me to suck and bob as I pleased.

After a minute of this I was again begging him to let me cum. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it in but he unequivocally said no and warned me that I had better not cum until he tells me to. He began to jerk his hips forward and I could sense he was close to cumming. Suddenly he pulled out and held his cock in front of my mouth as he jerked himself off. He continued to press the vibrator into my clit as I laid with my mouth open and tongue out, silently begging for every drop of his cum. When he finally came he sprayed it all over my tongue, face, and tits, then used his tip to smear it in. He continued to stroke himself slowly, releasing every drop, and finally he said to me, “Cum. Now.”

Knowing I was allowed to cum, I let go and allowed myself to fully enjoy the sensation of the vibrator. After 5 seconds he snapped, “CUM. NOW. FUCKING CUM.” My entire body tensed up so tight that he was lifted off my chest for a moment before I exploded beneath him. He held the vibrator on my clit until I came two more times in a row. I almost couldn’t take it and was spasming and bucking beneath him. When he pulled the vibrator away, I could still feel it on my twitching and sensitive clit.

He got off the bed while I laid there panting, then told me to get up and out of his way. He laid on his stomach and told me to massage his back. I started to rub his shoulders and he said “no, lower back, get the knots slut. And I haven’t yet heard you say thank you.” I moved my hands down to his lower back as I just repeated “thank you daddy” over and over again.

Eventually he said “go start the shower for me. Get it warm. It better not be too hot.” I kissed the center of his back and then hopped up and walked to the bathroom, turning the shower on and trying to make sure the temperature was perfect before walking back into the main room. I said “your shower is ready” and he told me to grab his towel and wait for him to finish. He had me follow him back into the bathroom and stand outside the shower holding his towel and passing him each item he asked for whenever he needed it. He made me face the wall while he finished up and then took the towel from my hand and began to dry himself. Without even looking at me he said “get out.”

I walked out of the bathroom and began to wonder if he meant get out altogether or just out of the bathroom. I grabbed my clothes and stood waiting for his next command. He came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist and again did not even look at me as he said “you can go rinse off if you want.” I replied “if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not.” He said “you like to walk around filthy? Be my guest. Lock the door when you leave.” And he proceeded to completely ignore my presence as he got his clothes out and cleared off the bed.

I silently got dressed and turned to go. Before I walked out I said a final “thank you daddy.” He ignored me.

I drove home in a whirlwind of feelings. This was by far the most exciting sexual experience I’ve ever had. I keep replaying the best moments in my head. I even find myself wishing he had done more. I think he was afraid to hurt me, or unwilling to go too far without knowing what I’d really enjoy or be able to handle.

Don’t get me wrong, he definitely gave me what I asked for. I still have the welts on my ass and thighs to prove it.

He messaged me about 20 minutes after I left saying “let’s hear it.” I knew what he wanted to hear. I replied, “Thank you so much for letting my worthless holes use your cock. I didn’t deserve it and I never will.” I then apologized that my mouth wasn’t better for him. He said, “Your mouth was horrendous. I will not agree to meet you again unless you’re training your throat with a dildo.”

I’ll be beginning my training shortly.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tzde62/the_time_i_f26_met_an_internet_stranger_m_at_a