I’ve learned my lesson
I have never been more wrong about a person in my life, and I could not be happier.
His profile picture looked cute, but not particularly stunning or chiselled. He was attractive but I was more curious about his bio. BDSM, that was me, shibari, tick. Open to impact, big tick. Vocal sex also is a big tick, but pleasure Dom was a new one on me. I was used to the release of subjugation and what I took for granted a Dom liked, I liked It too, but didn’t need to be degraded, it was just garnish with me, and if it helps a Dom do his work then fair enough. I had heard of pleasure Dom’s but assumed it was a leftover from everyone jumping on the 50 shades bandwagon who had problems committing. I was naive.
So we did the thing and messaged over a weekend, backed off through the week as he was on shifts and space is good. The next Thursday afternoon we both trek into the city and get a drink.
He doesn’t look too much out of the ordinary, shaved bald head, no cropped he reminded me, he follows the Bruce Willis method.
5 foot 10 ish, not ripped but a body that obviously knows the inside of a gym. Nice tight buns.
He was wearing a pair of black Adidas shell toes, black jeans and a pixies T-shirt, just like an average music fan. Little did I know what was hiding in plain sight. He smelled so good, shower fresh with a hint of salt, but mainly with an undertone of citrus and a tiny hint of something spicy, that should have been a hint.
He orders a coke and I’m driving so just an OJ for me. He’s a tad nervous but only until we sit down in a very quiet courtyard.
As soon as he sits down he smiles and the nerves clearly wash out of him.
“I thought you might not turn up for some odd reason, this is the first time an online date has seen me in the flesh.” He says
“Well I have had a few, and let me say that you are better than quite a few so far, I have turned around and left some after it’s been obvious that they view showering as an option they didn’t need to take that week.” Is my reply. His laughing broke the ice, his warm genuine smile reassured me.
Throughout our conversation we clicked, he’d had experience in the scene but was used to regular club hookups and meeting people in person first, this was something I knew from the messages in the week, and how moving for work had meant a new area with not much of in the way of Kinksters to get to know, hence the online introduction.
We shortly got round to what we had done in previous scenes, and with other lovers, me blushing as I couldn’t help but feel so open letting everything out on the table about how much I loved to be spanked, tied, dominated, used. I couldn’t help but open up to this man. It felt like I had known him for far longer than these few minutes. We continued talking, explaining precisely How when I get to my space I feel so special letting someone ruin my face or my pussy for their indulgence. How the pain makes me let go to the point that orgasms are just added extras there next to the pure bliss of knowing that someone is fucking me in the most visceral way possible and I need to feel that as often as I can in order to think straight in the day.
He didn’t go into too much detail about what he would particularly do, just said things matter of factly about what I am up for, working through a list rather than teasing me with too many details, I could tell that this was important to him. We covered what I have yet to try and would very much like to, and what I might be willing to try again but may have to stop if I wasn’t quite into it, and obviously what was not going to happen. It was more expanding on the messages but one important thing, that really sealed the deal for me, was when he said “I know we’re going over things previously mentioned, but I needed to see your face tell me those boundaries. I thrive on that information. And if you want to go to my hotel room, I’d like to show you how this all works practically, but if it is a no do not think that I am offended if you choose to go home and get on with your life one little bit. It’s entirely up to you. So, do you want to fuck my way?”
At that moment I felt my adrenaline kick in, and I felt so wanted and coughed to bring myself back down to earth and replied.
“Yes, I’d like that very much.”
We left the 2nd round of drinks half finished and exited the bar to walk around the corner and over the road to his hotel.
As we walked through the lobby and entered the lift, I held his hand, In the lift I couldn’t help myself and leaned in to kiss gently as he pushed for the 5th floor.
He kissed me back, my tongue was the first one to search out his lips, he very gently bit it and said, “patience my dear. We have all night long.”
I could feel my pussy throb as the words left his mouth and entered mine.
We left the lift and turned right down the corridor to his room, 516.
I entered a pretty normal looking hotel room, but noticed two suitcases as being the only slightly odd thing. I left that room 18 hours later, a beautifully broken mess, never to be the same.
He sat me on the bed, and said he would shower first and told me to put some music on, his phone was tethered to the TV and open at his Spotify profile. I handed it back and said “no it’s your space, you set the mood.”
He nodded and put on some housey background type music and kissed my forehead and went for a quick shower.
When he returned eight minutes later the spicy citrus smell filled the room and I was intoxicated, I had lazily started to play with myself through my knickers, anticipating what was to come, he walked over, grabbed my wrists and said,” that’s my job”, in a firm but playful way, and then followed it with, “your turn to clean up, it’s vital that I have a clean dinner plate, your ass as well!”
I went to the shower and did as instructed, anal was one of the things on the would like to try more list, I’d had my ass eaten before but not for so long it had made me cum at all, just a bit more than a courtesy lick. I thought it didn’t do that much for me, but definitely wasn’t off the table, it was just I was interested in Dom’s spanking my arse more than eating it.
I left the shower smelling mostly the same as him, the body wash was lime, apple and cinnamon explaining the curious aroma that had been penetrating my nostrils for the last, how long, I looked at the clock, only 65 minutes, Jesus it felt like I had been smelling that scent all day.
The only difference in my smell to his was the smell of fresh pussy juice collecting in me after almost pointlessly drying it from the shower.
I was ready fuck by his commands, his whole demeanour up to this point was friendly yet firm, but looking at him a massive smile, just slightly getting towards being too big to be right for his face beamed at me and he said in a lower register than before, but in the most seductive tone I had ever heard. “Now, we play!”
I melted there and then. More than halfway to an orgasm and that was just those three words.
They will echo around my head every time I cum from now to my last precious breath, a permanent mark of those hours of delight.
I walked over to my new master, because that is definitely what he was now to me whether he realised it then or later on that day I have yet to learn, and stood there for him naked and unafraid.
I was entirely at his mercy and he had only bit my tongue slightly up to then.
He stepped into me and drew out a long intense, deeply passionate kiss from me, entering each other’s mouths more deeply and erotically than I had ever experienced before.
Butterflies raged against a quiet storm in my stomach. I was his completely.
My brain flipped for a second to Madonna singing like a virgin and all I could think to myself in reply “was no shit Sherlock”
That’s when I noticed his cock. It wasn’t what I expected at all. He was completely shaven there as well, but his chest and back were decently hairy, his scrotum was nice and compact, drawing all the loose skin where it was needed to his firm, beautiful cock.
It’s size wasn’t eye watering, it was just your standard 5 and a half inches of flesh, it wasn’t too skinny, if anything a really nice thickness, a bit rounder than average. What was amazing was just how firm it was, as it brushed up against my thigh I was amazed, It was like a warm meaty coating on a steel rod, I could feel moist pre cum glistening on its uncut head, I could tell I was going to have a lot of fun with that magnificent tool. But that ecstasy was yet to be tasted.
He stood back two steps, turned me around and spanked me hard, a wave of relief washing over me, the amuse bouche was over and we were on to the first course.
“On the bed, my good girl, all fours please.” I did as instructed, “there’s my good girl, my delicious whore.”
And then something clicked, I just realised I actually had a praise kink, that’s when everything came into focus, his kind messages since I first made contact, his cautious yet polite way of replying and finishing threads with a take care, or a look after yourself, he undoubtedly respected me from the start, but hearing these compliments in from his mouth made me feel instantly more cared for and wanted by any other Dom I had been with before. I needed to hear more, like a rush of sugar hitting when you down a can of coke, I was hooked on that initial sweet taste.
“Now, you need to be properly dressed.” He said, uncoiling the shibari ropes, he walked around the bed, inspecting me.
“Yes, yes, I can work with this body!” He said, like a sculptor seeing the statue in the square of marble before even picking up a hammer.
“I am going to make you feel as beautiful as you are.” He said, stroking a hand over my firm backside, sweeping under at the ribs to rest on my right nipple before taking his hand away.
He coiled the rope around both my thighs then got me to sit on my heels as he tied each wrist to each thigh loop with tight enough knots to pull on but not too tight to hinder circulation. I was facing the headboard to begin with, but as the last knot cinched tight, I was facing the desk and caught sight of what was in one of the suitcases. There were all manner of toys but I only recall two standing out from the usual fair, a bright pink lush, and a stainless steel curved horn with a rounded tapered end of just less than an inch thick and a fat end with a large ball of just more than two inches thick at the other end. Then he asked
“Would my good girl like a blindfold?”
“Definitely” was my response and everything went black as he slid it over my eyes, one step closer to my space.
He began by asking “shall I make those gorgeous arse cheeks rosy?”
“Please, Sir” then came the paddle each strike was accompanied by him telling me how beautiful the red marks were. How delicious it looked, and how turned on he was by seeing that I liked it. My response to each strike was a whimper. I’d been hit harder before, but everything about this man made me feel connected to him. He knew where to hit to get me to jerk and squirm. Just hard enough to love it. And then, for a moment, stillness. It could have been 20 seconds,it could have been weeks, but there was nothing but the warm stings on my rump cooling in the breeze from the air conditioner and his breathing.
This man was an artist.
“Now to taste my beautiful slut.”
He sat on the bed, behind my back I could feel his warm breath get closer to my welts, closer to my cunt, To my arsehole. Then he devoured me.
His technique was such that he alternated between licking and sucking my clitoris and sticking his tongue in my vagina as deep as he could go. I wanted him deeper, so pushed myself onto his face, this was his green light and by God did he take that cue. He ate me like a man given prime rib eye steak who had consumed nothing as delicious in his life. He was possessed and soon enough my first orgasm took hold.
“Now, we play!” Those words filled my mind like a mantra over and over as clear to me as when they left those lips now buried in vulva.
My breath shortened, he could tell I was on the edge.
“Let it go, sweetness, scream as loud as you can!” Came his command from behind me between those firm, powerful licks, I instantly obliged, cuming harder than I ever had from oral ever, screaming to the gods “Welll fuckkkk!” Louder than I ever had in bed.
This man had almost possessed me, I could tell he loved hearing me scream, and just as the orgasm nearly slipped away, he moved up, kissing my taint, slipping two fingers into my pussy and shoving his juice covered tongue into my arse as he locked his fingers into position firmly grasping my g spot.
The shock overwhelmed me, he lapped away at my rim like a dog licking an ice cube on a hot day, rubbing my clit with his thumb in circles as he pumped his fingers into me, my mind raced, never feeling anything remotely like this before, then right as the orgasm was fading into a memory, SLAP! He spanked my cheek again reminding me of the paddle work so long forgotten.
I braced against the rope as the second orgasm came into form, but this was new.
That was the first time I felt it. A different type of orgasm, more centred on everything happening in my holes than the cerebral flood of a purely clitoral orgasm. I thought I was wet before but the warm jet of what I mistook for piss drenched the bedsheets. I had finally squirted, my pussy ached with the attention it was getting so deep inside, my arse twinged tightly around his tongue and then another surprise.
He laughed into me, pleased with the show he was perfectly conducting to my body. I squirted out another gust of juice, and another, squeezing with each tightening of me as this new and most welcome new way of coming slowly faded. He raised his head to speak.
“You my darling, are a magnificent whore, Sir could not be prouder”
I laughed, “blindfold” I muttered, barely able to think in words, never mind use them.
He got off the bed and offered a bottle of juice to my lips with a straw tapping my nose as I found the sweet relief of refreshment.
I breathed. I was complete.
He looked me in the eyes as he took the bottle away.
“Amazing, are you good?” He asked
“Uh hur” I replied in the affirmative.
Now, would my beauty appreciate being untethered?
“Please” I grinned back at him.
And I slowly came back to earth as the ropes were loosened.
“Thank you” I said, “I have never came like that in my life.”
“You are most welcome, I’ve never given head as well either”, he replied
And I had to kiss him, I didn’t care that his tongue had been in my arse minutes earlier, in fact it helped. I wanted to taste me on him, I needed to consume him as he had me. I had to prove how into him I was.
I climbed off the bed, saturated by so much juice I could hardly believe it had come out of me, and proudly got on my knees before him.
“If it pleases sir, his whore needs his cock in her throat, now!” I said. And opened my mouth with my tongue hanging out ready to receive.
“How could I deny such a pretty mouth!” Was his response.
And I took all of him. I had gagged on bigger, I had sucked smaller, but I had never tasted one so hard. It was like a rolling pin with soft delicious skin around it. He hit the back of my throat effortlessly, It was the perfect prick and I was Goldilocks gobbling it all up so proud and happy.
My master had given me the best two orgasms of my life one after another and now he let me deepthroat his tremendous penis. I gladly let him pick up the pace and skull fuck me, but he knew when to taper it off instinctively, I could get there, maybe four thrusts into my face and then need a breath, then back to it.
“Beautiful” ” just perfect” , “you are my perfect whore” he kept repeating those phrases and various others as I sucked him and he continued to fuck my cheeks for what could happily have been forever.
Then he tapped my shoulder, signalling he was close, my one request earlier was that he Finish on my face first, as I always felt empowered in that position. Looking into his eyes as he came on my nose, my hair, my chin and even on my ear is one that I will never forget.
“Thank you, oh god thank you!” He said as I wiped the white sticky delicious present into my mouth and swallowed hungrily, the last of his load arriving on my tits.
We didn’t care about the bedsheets, the cum all over me and the rest of our filthy sweat and juices covering our faces, and cuddled together on the bed for a solid hour, each recounting how it felt for each other as each move was blissfully remembered. Then I said it. I knew it wasn’t a feeling that was not going to leave me. I wanted to be his.
“So, the thing is now, because I will never be fucked like this by any one else, you do realise that you own me!”
And that was the moment, he cried one single solitary tear. I licked it off as it rolled down his cheek.
He realised how good he was at sex at that moment, and nodded enthusiastically.
“Gladly!” He said
We showered and changed the sheets with the ones he had cleverly requested ahead of time. And then he slowly fucked me so hard and intensely, just cock in pussy, with nipple clamps and straps, that I stopped counting my orgasms after the fifth, there was flogging and pinwheels in between thrusts and I zoned out lost in my space, cared for and made whole by this humble man.
And that is how I really, truly discovered what I need. He likes to call it twisted tantra, I call it perfection, and as for the steel horn and lush, lets just say that wasn’t the last time I squirted for him and he doesn’t refer to me as his cum hungry butt slut for nothing!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1220j0m/f4a_ive_learned_my_lesson_bdsm_anal_anilingus