[FM] My enslavement

On behest of my Owner, I present this story to you fine folks. We welcome any feedback.

On New Year’s, I squirted harder than I have before.

Living near Philly, a lot of people go into the city to celebrate holidays. My friends and I were no different. But when my friends cancelled, I decided to go anyway. I joined a meetup and met a good, nerdy group of people. Despite the city being especially loud, we found a booth at a bar with live music and had good conversation. After a few drinks and discussions, it was almost time to ring in the New Year. With a couple minutes to go, I snuck outside to avoid the whole “find a partner to kiss” awkwardness. Especially since I was trying desperately to be a good wife and not fuck everyone at the bar. I instead decided to flirt to bum a cigarette in my slightly drunken haze. I bundled up and noticed another member of the group was already outside smoking. He had been sitting next to me and we had shared some laughs and moments during conversation. I definitely wasn’t sad that he was out here. I went up next to him and asked for a cigarette. He gave me one and offered a light.

“I don’t normally smoke,” he said.

“Me neither,” I said. “Only during special drunk occasions.”

He smiled. “Same.”

The city seemed to get louder as the New Year came closer.

I decided, in my drunkness, to give him a taste of my slutty nature. Before the city was done counting down, I leaned on him as he leaned on the wall, and kissed him. His lips were incredibly soft and tongue had just the right enough of play to build passion. God, he was good.

“You’re a good kisser,” I said, pulling myself away from his lips.

“So are you,” he said, seemingly pleasantly surprised.

This night definitely wasn’t over by any stretch of the imagination. I wanted more of him. The inner slut was definitely out to play.

We went inside and battled the crowd for a couple more drinks. We shared some more laughs by whispering in each other’s ears, but I was eager to leave the group in order to get some more of his lips. I suggested karaoke. He was game.

We walked to a karaoke bar not far from where we were, holding hands along the way. But alas, the karaoke bar was packed.

“How do you like barcades?” he asked. “I know one not far from here.”

“Sure!” I said.

He grasped my hand and led me down the street.

We ordered drinks at the barcade. We played a couple games. Then we started talking. I was interested to see where the night was going to go. And I was getting less tactful about it as the drinking continued.

I shared some of my personal preferences when it came to the bedroom, brushing the surface of my tastes in regards to being a submissive slut. He took it and ran with it. He began whispering whispering words in my ear that were immediately making me wet. His mouth tasted so good.

He gripped my throat and whispered in my ear. “You will be my slave. I will own you, mind, body, and soul. Nod if you agree.”

I nodded. I knew I was forever owned by him.

“Good girl,” he said then took my mouth into his.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed him. “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered in his ear.

We headed out the bar and went to his. In the apartment, we were immediately on each other. We quickly relieved each other of our clothes and our mouths were on any part we could reach. Our fingers traced each other’s skin. His fingers headed downward to my damp pussy. He threw me on the bed and began whispering in my ear as his fingers stroked my clit.

I gripped the sheets with one hand as I approached my climax. I gripped his increasingly hardening cock in the other.

His voice in my ear was now more of a guttural growl than anything. The need conveyed in it only spurred me on, closer to cumming.

“You’re going to cum when I tell you,” he said in my ear. “I’m going to count down from ten and then you’re going to cum hard, slave.”

The more difficult part for me was going to be waiting until ten. I was soaking, dripping onto his sheets. When he said five, I was moaning loudly, trying not to scream.

“Cum!” He demanded.

I squirted so hard that I soaked his sheets. I had never squirted so hard and so much. I felt bad for the wet spot I was going to leave, but that didn’t stop me from cumming harder. He counted down again and I squirted more. God, I was soaked. His fingers kept bringing out more.

Eventually, I was so sensitive that I couldn’t take any more. I pushed his hand away and tried to regain my breath. We smiled at each other as I struggled to take deep breaths.

I wasn’t all selfish. I finished him off, too. Taking his cock fucking my mouth, while my head hung over the bed. But I don’t think he came nearly as hard as I did.

I owe him new sheets. I hope my husband doesn’t mind the expense.

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