Our first meeting part one [BDSM] [m26/f23] [chocking]

Hey there, this is my first erotica post on Reddit so please be gentle, although I don’t like to be handled gently in my stories ;) Sentences in brackets symbolize thoughts. I appreciate every type of feedback, so please give me an upvote, downvote or in the best case a comment so that I can get better at storywriting and now have fun with my first post.

My hand is shaking lightly as I am knocking on your door. It’s been two weeks since we’ve found each other on Tinder and basically turned each other on with texts since then. You know that I like to be treated like the dirty whore that I am and you like to take your women in a raw, hard and mercyless way – so it’s a perfect match! This is the first time we meet, so I don’t know what to expect and I fear that we might spend the whole day just talking because we’re both to shy to make a move.

I‘m getting more and more nervous as I hear you approaching the door. A deep breath enters my lungs as I am trying to calm myself and especially my heart down. You open the door and I put on a smile, saying

„Hey.“

But that’s basically everything I can put out there before you grab my waist, pull me harshly inside and push me so hard against the wall that I can’t hold back a moan. You grab my throat with your hand squeeze it as my eyes roll back and I moan again, this time louder.

„Fuck, you’re even thirstier than I imagined.“

you say in a dark voice and a grin on your face that surely adds more wetness to my string. I’ve only ever heard your rough voice on audios in which you described to me, what you want to do with me, but actually feeling your strong hand and big body pressing against mine is better than anything I could’ve dreamed of. I am longing for your tongue so I‘m trying to reach your mouth with mine but instead of your lips, I get a hard smack on the right cheek.

„How dare you trying to do anything without my permission you dirty slut. I am the one who decides what you’re allowed to do, do you understand?“

(I love this dynamic already.)

„Yes, master.“

I reply subdued, knowing that you like to be called „master“, because we’ve wrote about our preferences beforehand including safewords of course, which would be „orange“ for it’s still ok but not harder and the classical „red“ for an immediate stop of any action.

But it seems you’re also curious to taste me because you press your lips against mine and part them immediately with your tongue. It’s not a porn kiss or a movie kiss and definitely not a romantic kiss. It is just pure desire and domination. Your tongue isn’t asking for mine, it is demanding it and taking it, however it wants. After a while you part from me by biting the bottom lip but I want more so I follow your mouth, longing for your dominating tongue and instead of a reward for my effort I just get another slap to my face accompanied by a hard push against the wall.

„It seems like you need to learn who’s in charge here.“

you whisper in my ear and my spine tingles. You turn me around with your strong arms, so that my cheek is now pressed against the cold wall. Your right hand is still on my throat and with your other hand you pull on my top with so much force that it just tears and falls to the ground. My tits are being hardly squeezed and slapped as you strenghten the grip around my throat until I start gasping for air. As if your domination wouldn’t be enough to drive me wild, I sense a movement through your trousers on my ass which arouses me even more. You loose the grip around my throat a little so that I can breathe normal again. You slowly lower your other hand from my tits to my legs but by taking your time you drive me crazy. As you’ve almost reached my crotch, you skip my longing pussy and let your fingertips slide against the insight of my thigh. I moan in despair and throw my head back. You use the opportunity to give me another taste of your tongue while your fingertips (soooooo fucking slowly) make their way to my pants. As you reach the end of my shorts and touch my slip, I can’t get a hold of me anymore and moan into your mouth. I can feel on your lips that you smile as you abruptly pull your hand away from my legs. I let out a frustrated sound which is almost completely swallowed by your tongue.

„You thought I would give it to you that easy, hm?“

I hear as our lips part again.

„No. You gotta earn your pleasure my little slut.“

(Fuck, I’m gonna love this soooo much)

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/134fivv/our_first_meeting_part_one_bdsm_m26f23_chocking