It may be a cliche, but it was the first and only time I’ve had a girl show up in a long coat wearing nothing but lingerie underneath.
She opened the coat up in my hallway and asked “is this slutty enough for you?”
I couldn’t pick my jaw up off the floor to respond. When I brought her into my apartment I paused and asked “do you feel comfortable? Are you sure? Am I what you expected? You can leave now, absolutely no hard feelings.”
We had met on a dating app, and our conversation over the course of the week leading up to this moment meant that I needed very clear consent before proceeding. She confirmed a second time that yes, she was completely comfortable and wanted to stay.
“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at me. I was just making sure that you were comfortable. Now that we have that established i want you to tell me – what is the first thing you are expected to do when you walk through the door?”
“Suck your dick.” She murmured.
“Drop your hands to my belt and start unbuckling my jeans.” I instructed. As she worked the belt free and started in on the button of my jeans I pointed out how our initial conversation started off with her calling me an asshole because of some off handed comment I made.
“That’s a good girl. Drop to your knees.” She eased herself down in front of me and took me in her hand, her mouth ovaled and wrapped around the crown while I continued to call her a good girl and run my hands through her hair.
“You’ve been here less than 2 minutes and you’re already on your knees. That’s impressively slutty.” I commended her. “Maybe I’ll just use your throat and kick you out. How would you feel about that? That would probably remind you of college.
She tried to explain that she wasn’t actually a complete whore in college, which I dismissed the same way I dismiss any girl who says “I’m not usually like this.” She very well could have been telling the truth, but it didn’t matter to me.
“I know, I know. You’ve always been a complete angel right up until you met me. Keep sucking, that’s a good girl.”
When I was done with her throat I sent her to my bedroom – but instead of allowing her to walk I made her crawl on all fours.
“What an amazing piece of ass.” I remarked, walking behind her. “Did you tell your friends what you were doing tonight?”
She told me no, and I made her text a friend and let her know she was on a date. Safety is extremely important to me, and she needed someone to teach her a bit of common sense. Her friend was extremely excited about the date, though, and called immediately after receiving the text looking for details.
I made her answer it and she talked to her friend while I pushed inside her.
“Omg is he cute where is he from how did you meet where are you going?” Her friend rambled in an excited string of sentences, unaware that she had been put on mute.
“Oh fuck…” she whimpered, taking me deeper. “I’m getting ready, I’ll tell you about it later. I have to go.” She hung up on her friend and muttered “oh fuck, oh fuck” again under her breath.
“That was rude of you to hang up on your friend. Are you going to tell your friends what a little whore you are turning out to be?”
I used my belt to choke her while I continued pumping inside. By the time I walked her back to her car at the end of the night she used my arm to steady herself on trembling legs, her hair and makeup a mess.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s4tkus/mf_submissive_fucktoy_finds_her_true_calling