Enslavement might not be the right word for this. I am completely willing. But I am lying here on the floor, naked, with a collar on my neck and chained to the bed while my Master sleeps in his warm, soft bed with his dog by his side.
It started with an online profile. I was just out of college and starting a new life. I had a job at an apartment complex in the front office. My degree was in business management. I know that is kind of generic, but I always saw myself as a house wife and not the working type.
My profile was not in any way suggestive. I posted some hobbies and likes and what I was looking for. I got a lot of responses. Most of them were one word or sentence fragments. But one guy wrote about his ideal first date.
He was older, but he said he wanted to take me to a high end restaurant and have wine and conversation on the patio. Then go for a walk at the local park and see where the night takes us.
He was handsome, but not an Underware model. While I didn’t see us as a long term couple I wasn’t opposed to good food and wine. Plus, he was the only one to put together more than a half thought to his response. So I made plans with him.
He picked me up that Friday night. He showed up in a blazer, slacks, dress shirt and tie. It was obvious that it wasn’t an off the rack, JC Penney suit. I was glad he was dressed up because I wore a red dress that was short and tight. I didn’t know where things might go so I put on matching red, sheer panties and bra.
The date was great. After the usual awkward, get-to-know-you questions we found some common ground and talked for hours. The food was amazing and the wine was even better. We did go for a walk in a nearby park, but I think we were only two or three minutes in when I kissed him.
The wine had definitely relaxed my inhibitions. He kissed me passionately. My hand was rubbing his hair as we kissed. He moved his hand over my butt. My panties instantly got soaked. I wanted him and he could tell.
After we broke the kiss, he looked deep into my eyes. His hand was still holding my ass. My leg had lifted instinctively. I could feel him getting excited and his crotch pushed against my pelvis.
Then, he surprised me. He swept me off my feet and began carrying me to the truck. I was giggling the whole time and telling him, playfully, to put me down. He didn’t, of course, and I didn’t want him too.
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When we got the truck, he sat me in my seat and off we went to my place. I led him inside, straight to my bedroom. I turned to kiss him when we reached the bed. Now, he was a little more forceful. He grabbed my head and shoved his tongue into my throat. His hand had slid my skirt up and found its way under my underwear.
If I had wanted to, I don’t think I could have escaped. He probably would have taken me either way, but I was incredibly horny and had no interest in saying no.
When he stopped kissing me, he had this devilish smile that was just making me melt. I barely noticed that he had grabbed the straps on my dress and pulled them over my shoulders. Before the dress hit the ground, I was unhooking my bra and followed quickly with my panties.
I wanted him inside me so bad. I just smiled at him as I stood there naked. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me onto the bed. His pants hit the floor quickly but the dress shirt and tie remained in place, disheveled as they were.
He was inside of me moments later. I whimpered with each thrust. He was taking me so hard and it was turning me on. But when he pinned my shoulders and began fucking me like a rabid animal I was cumming uncontrollably.
He came inside of me and held his dick balls deep while he deposited every drop. I lied there panting. It had been the best first date sex I’d ever had.
When he pulled out he looked at me and said he wanted another drink. So I offered him some whiskey my last boyfriend had left. He told me to go get it.
I left for the kitchen, his cum tricking down my thigh, and he followed. He sat on the couch in the living room, still wearing just his shirt and tie.
When I brought him the drink, he thanked me. Then he commanded “Now suck my dick”.
I was a little taken aback, but I figure he was a hot fuck and I should reward him. What I had forgotten, though, was that my roommate was on a date. About 5 minutes into the blowjob, long after I had cleaned all my juices off of him, she walked in.
When I looked up, he said “I didn’t say you could stop.” I looked at him and I looked at her, then I went back to blowing him. She left the room pretty quickly after that.
Several minutes later, he was cumming on my mouth. I don’t usually swallow, but he had the back of my head held so far down that my nose was burried in his pubes. I swalled every drop. When he let go he said, “Thank you for the whiskey. Let’s do this again next week.”
As the door closed, I looked towards my roommates room, but decided I should clean up. So I went and showered first. Then, after putting something on to sleep in, I went to her room.
“What was that!” She blurted out when the door opened.
Looking at the floor as I sat next to her on her bed, “I don’t know. We connected at dinner, then one thing led to another and you know. It was hot.”
“He made you suck his dick right in front of me. Why did you do it?”
“I don’t know. He just kind of took control and it turned me on. The sex before that was amazing.”
“Are you seeing him again?”
“I hope so. When he held me down it was like shock waves went through my body.”
“Oh my gawd, just go. And be careful.”
Best room mate to bdsm… my Transformation