This happened several years ago, but I still look back on it fondly. Easily one of the most erotic experiences of my life, despite no actual penetration happening. It’s also inspired some of my fictional writing which you’ll see in my post history.
First, a little background.
I was 21 or 22 at the time (F). I’m 5’5” and at the time I was lifting weights, so my body was tight. I was a catcher when I played softball and my thick thighs and ass were definitely indicative of that. I had long dark hair, and bangs. I had just started a new job, and in my industry, there aren’t many women. The development team quickly noticed me and I frequently flirted innocently, complied with their requests to pick things up when they “accidentally” dropped them, etc. It was fun and I enjoyed the attention.
One of the VPs took notice of me, too. The first time he really noticed was on Halloween, and I was dressed as a Flapper. Short dress, fishnets, heels and a blonde bob wig. He started talking to me over instant messenger. Innocent, normal talk. Until it wasn’t. He told me, “I keep ropes under my bed. You know, just in case.” I immediately got wet. Why did this turn me on? Why was he telling me?
Our chats became increasingly XXX. The thrill of doing this at work, with someone in high level management, was exhilarating. He was about 10 years my senior. He wasn’t particularly hot, but his attitude and confidence made me squirm. Eventually our chats led into talks of him being my Master. I had never considered anything like this before. Me? Submissive? Nah, homie. I don’t play that.
To my surprise, though, I loved it. It started out small. Telling me when I could go eat my lunch. When I could go on break. What to wear the next day at work, etc. Discussions of fantasies were next, and soon, the sexual tension was almost too much. Lingering stares in meetings, excuses to brush up on one another, etc. The suspense of what would happen next was delicious.
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There was a separate building for his team, which had a ping pong table. One night we decided to stay late to play ping pong. If I lost, he’d get to punish me. I knew I was going to lose going in, and I think he did too. Inevitably, I lost.
“Come here. Now.” He ordered. Excited and nervous I managed to squeak “Okay”.
“Wrong.” He smacks my ass. Hard. “How do you address me?”
“Sorry, Master.” I correct myself, “I’m at your service, sir”. He smirks and replies “Good girl” as he rubs the stinging spot on my ass.
I’m already wet. He orders me onto my knees, and tells me it’s time for my punishment. He’ll spank me for every point he beat me by, which is 3. He takes the ping pong paddle and moves it over my thick ass, finding the best spot.
“Ready?”, he growls.
“Yes, please, Master” I breathe.
SMACK. “One.” SMACK. “Two. ” SMACK. “Three.”
He rubs his hand over the spots again, softly. “Good girl” he tells me. I shudder at the words, as I find myself enjoying being his good girl. Wanting to do whatever it took to get the title.
He then grabs my hair and brings me upright, still on my knees, and shoves my face into his now hard cock. Rubbing my cheeks, my lips, all over it. I wanted nothing more than to take him in my mouth. To please my Master.
I get brave and say “Sir, may I please suck your cock?” He looks surprised, but tells me “Yes. Undo my pants, now.”
And I do. I undo the button with my mouth, stroking him over his boxers with my fingers, before pulling the boxers down, too. I take him deep into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I wrap my lips around him, running my tongue on his shaft. I move backwards and run the tip of my tongue in circles around his tip, before running my ring-studded tongue back over his shaft.
He’s moaning, and my body feels like it’s on fire. He grabs my head again and begins throat fucking me. Hard. He makes it clear he’s in control, and I’m just his play thing for the moment. “Touch yourself” he demands. I take my hands off the base of his cock and move them to my soaking wet pussy. Inserting one finger, then two, finger fucking myself while my throat is being pounded. I rub circles over my clit, moaning into his cock.
At the sight of all this, he tells me he’s about to come. He pushes me back so he’s no longer in my mouth. I’m still touching myself as he releases his hot, sticky load all over my face and into my mouth.
“Thank you, Master.” I moan. I had never been more turned on, and I wanted him to fuck me badly.
To my surprise he stops me from touching myself. “You lost in ping pong. You don’t get to finish.” I was disappointed, but still it somehow made me hotter.
We cleaned up and before we left, he bent me over the ping pong table. He stood behind me and caressed my tits, moving slowly down to my still wet pussy, teasing me, and ran his hands over my ass again. Enjoying his good little girl.
This continued on for months in various situations, including sending snapchat photos, and giving him more and more control over what I did during the day. We’d leave work at the same time, and pull off on an excluded road. I’d join him in his car, suck him off, and go home. At work parties I’d follow him to a quiet corner, kiss him and feel his cock, and go back to the party.
No one ever found out.
I no longer live in the same state, but on occasion when we talk, I still call him “M”. And I wonder if he’s ever found a Good Girl better than me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5a7qm9/discovering_my_inner_sub_mf