Angel and I met on my dating app of choice. Her photos suggested she was cute and creative. We clicked right off the bat as I appreciated how straightforward she was. We made plans to meet at a park to see if there was mutual attraction and chemistry. The cold weather meant we were pretty bundled up, but conversation flowed freely and her directness was again appreciated. We made plans to meet up the following week.
While the week passed, I sent her assignments, including a yes/no/maybe list and some other things I use to find out about my play partners. She sent me artistic and sexy photos – some past, some present. She’d text me to tell me how wet she was from the assignments and how excited she was to meet. When we were two days from our meeting, I sent instructions of what she was to wear, and what drinks she was to prepare for me.
On the day of our date I take public transportation to Angel’s house. I love the time to decompress before a date. The mixture of people takes my mind off things. I also like being dressed up with a bag full of kink toys, surrounded by people going about their day. The trolley drops me off one block from her house and I give her a ring to come down and get me. Angel opens the door looking stunning. Hair done up, make-up very tastefully applied, a fur shawl that lets a lacy midriff peak out before her black pants that drape nicely down to her heels. Her pants are made for her, and it shows.
Angel gives me a tour of the first floor and leads us to the kitchen. She offers to make a drink I hadn’t specified in my instructions. It sounds delicious, but being off menu would be cause for punishment, so I let her make that choice. Punishment it is. We talk out back and take a seat across from one another where I finally get a chance to see what she’s wearing. As she leans back into the outside couch I see the full lace top she is wearing, the great breasts I saw in the photos, and her perky nipples sticking through. As we sip our drinks and talk, the stiffness that we both had at the door drifts away along with the weight of the day. The exquisitely mixed drinks are as relaxing as the conversation. Angel makes another round of drinks before giving me a tour of her amazing house, and then dropping our stuff in the parlor where we finish our drinks on the couch.
As conversation winds down and our drinks finish, I ask if we should get started. She says yes, so I instruct her to remove her pants and shawl and stand for inspection in the middle of the room, facing away from the door, with her eyes closed. I take my time in the bathroom, making her wait, but this also gives me a chance to check my breathing and heart rate. Having someone submit to you is so exciting, but it’s also such an honor and responsibility, it’s important to me that I’m present. I take very deliberate steps, as the “clop” from the heel of my wingtips echo through the house. Her sense of hearing should be heightened with her eyes closed, so I try and engage what senses she has available to her.
I walk into a stunning sight, so I pause to appreciate it. Angel is standing for inspection wearing nothing but heels and a skin-tight lace chemise – feet shoulder width apart, hands behind her head, opening up her chest and putting herself on display. From the minute I step into the room, my movements become very deliberate. I walk up and put myself close enough for her to feel my presence, and very lightly run the back of my fingers down from her shoulder blade to the small of her back. I continue tracing the lines of her body before firmly grabbing her ass and breaking the silence with a complement of her ass, “Thank you, Sir”. Her response comes out as a whisper, she is obviously nervous and not taking full breaths. I walk to her front and trace her body in the same manner, teasing, but avoiding her pussy. She’s talked of being wet all day and I plan on extending her time of arrousal as much as I can. I finally get to feel those beautiful breasts and pinch her nipples. I compliment her again, “Thank you, Sir”.
I direct her to put her arms down, and this, “Thank you, Sir” is with a sigh of relief. I allow her to open her eyes and I look deeply into them for a long period of time, something she mentioned can make her feel a little uncomfortable and vulnerable. I compliment her on her pretty eyes and instruct her to take her lingerie and heels off and kneel in front of a padded bench. Behind her I open my bag of toys and place them one by one on the bench for her to see. Once all laid out I give her a time to look them all over and ask if there is anything she doesn’t wish to use tonight. “No, Sir”. This evening will be fun, I think to myself.
I ask Angel to stand, and I grab the nipple clamps that are connected by a chain. I place the first clamp on her left nipple and slide the lock on, making it progressively tighter. Angel lifts on her toes slightly, winces, and sucks in air through her teeth, “stop.” The process is repeated on her right nipple, and I give a tug on the connecting chain to make sure they are firm. I look her in the eyes and smile, “Do you know what the worst part of these are?”
“It’s not this?”
“Taking them off.”
“Really?!”
I sit down on the couch, take my shoes off, roll up my sleeves, and just take in this beautiful, artistically tattooed, willing woman in front of me wearing nothing but nipple clamps. I direct her to my lap and she happily lays across it, finding the position where her ass is presented to me. I start warming her up by rubbing and kneading her ass and I feel her body relax deeply into my lap. I take in the view, enjoy the soft skin of her back, and then slowly cup my hand and give her her first strike. Her wince and wimper are quickly followed by moans. Pleasure and pain have meld into pure lust. I strike her a few more times and the sounds and movements she makes are bringing me pure joy. It’s been over a year since I’ve had a woman submit to me, since I had been with someone who enjoys impact this much. With each subsequent impact I feel Angel dropping deeper and deeper into a new mental space. She’s slowly losing control of her movements and is occasionally leaping out of my lap, reigning her back in with my left arm, thankful for our size difference as I am able to keep her under control.
As I am rubbing her ass during a break from impact, letting the pleasure chemicals make the rounds through her body, I start to explore the back of her legs and tease her. As I get inches from her pussy I can feel her wetness dripping down her legs, she wasn’t kidding about being wet earlier. She gasps as I tease her, but never get closer than a few inches, and then we go back to spanking her.
On the next break I lick my fingers and finally feel the soft lips of her pussy, and rub up to the clit. I tease and stimulate her clit before bringing my hand up to taste, relubricate, and then work my thumb in, finding the area behind her clit, and start to rub her g-spot while my index and middle finger play with her clit. She moans as she starts to buck and shift from my lap, again reining her in with my left arm.
She starts begging for me to release my cock while grabbing up my leg, trying to reach my crotch. “Please Daddy, I want you”. I abruptly pull my hand from her pussy and give her three strikes to reprimand her. “You have not earned my cock yet, and we are not having sex, so it is ‘Sir’, not ‘Daddy’, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir”
I go back to teasing Angel with my hand, and then return to spanking her. I decide she needs a break so I check-in while I rub her ass. She’s in great spirits, so I tell her to take the Wall position against the door. She walks over to the door, places her hands on the door above her head, spreads her feet one and a half shoulder widths apart, and sticks her ass out. I walk over to her and whisper into her ear, reminding her of all her infractions over the past week, every time she missed “Sir” after “Thank you”, the fact that she chose to make a cocktail that I hadn’t sanctioned, and she wore different lingerie than we had discussed. While the latter two had been great choices that I enjoyed, she had asked for me to take the time to make these decisions for her, and she rejected them, so she was to feel the consequences. I remind her how amazing she looks, but that she must be punished. “Yes, Sir” she responded, the corners of her lips curling up in anticipation.
I step back and just out of her sight, pulling my belt off deliberately so the strap slaps at every belt loop as it passes through. I instruct her to count after each whip to keep track of all eight infractions. The first two elicit breathy responses followed by moans and processing of the sensations. As the count increases, so does the intensity. Number five causes her to fall into the wall as her knees bend. She said specifically, in our pre-play communication, that she didn’t like being coddled or feeling weak, so I swiftly came behind her and supported her, rubbing the points of impact and whispering into her ear “what color are we?”
“Green”
“Good girl”, I cooed, as she smiled and shook her legs out.
Six causes her to bend one knee. She wiggles that knee as she catches her breath and composes herself.
She gives me the green light and seven causes her to wail and she collapses into a crouch, forehead against the door.
Again – “Green”, “Good girl” and I give her time to recompose.
I pull back on the last one as she proclaims “Eight”, breathless and relieved. I press myself against her side, rubbing her ass and checking in with her. As we chat I feel her regaining comfort. I ask her an innocuous question. and what comes back is the sassiest answer possible, with an unexpected tone (she had said she doesn’t identify as a brat, but has brat tendencies at times). My brow furrows in confusion and surprise as my eyes widen. Her eyes widen in response, surprised by her own action, she cups her hands over her mouth, runs over and leaps to the center bed, taking a defensive posture on her knees.
After trying to process what just happened, I turn and look at her as she giggles uncomfortably and just keeps repeating “I’m sorry” behind cupped hands. I slowly walk to the bed, watching her flinch at every movement I make in her direction, her still apologizing profusely.
“What was that?!”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry”
She had been so obedient, so good. I was confused and thrown off. She is in complete shock and fear and I decide that this is the worst punishment I could give her, and so I sit on the couch a few feet from the bed and stare at her. I call her to the edge of the bed and she coyly crawls to the edge and sits. I stare into her eyes and watch her sit there uncomfortably for a few delightfully slow minutes. She flinches every time I take a breath, and I reprimand her when she looks away.
After I’m content with the punishment, I instruct her to sit between my legs and face away from me. She does so gingerly, scared of what might come. I place my large hands on her sternum and slowly rub up and down her torso. In a nurturing tone I whisper into her ear, asking where the fuck that came from, to which she has no idea. She talks about how the psychological torture she just went through was probably worse than the whippings, which gives us a nice laugh as I calm her down and make sure she feels safe. She is all smiles and I feel like the intensity is in a good place, so I grab my rope and tie a harness around her that pins her biceps to her torso and gives me a nice handle in the back. I help her onto her feet with the handle and push her onto her back in bed and tie up both legs in a Spiral Futomomo.
I yank Angel to the side of the bed and admire my work. “Admire” might be a strong word. It has been a while since tying someone up and it was a little sloppy, but I was certainly admiring the look of anticipation on her face as she laid there, arms pinned to her sides, legs bound and spread eagle. She is so vulnerable, I feel so honored that she would trust me, she would put her safety and pleasure in my hands, it is so, so hot. Still fully clothed, I kneel down at the foot of the bed and let the tip of my tongue slowly run up the length of her pussy lips, dragging the wetness that met my tongue. She kicks her head back and moans. I begin to tease and circle her clit before alternating between sucking on it and licking it. She responds well, so I keep doing that for a while before licking my middle finger and inserting it, curling up towards me, and massaging her g spot. I am enjoying this almost as much as she is, however there is a barely-used cordless Hitachi that I had instructed her to buy and was excited to use. I turn it on and begin to tease her until I find a spot on her clit that she likes. Once we acclimate, I proceeded to fuck her with the magic wand and my fingers. As her pleasure builds, she starts begging me to turn the magic wand up, which I allow, and she seems to lose control of her bodily movements.
Angel is starting to get quite vocal, which she had told me about, and which I love. The line of “fuck!”s and moans are put on pause as she intensely stares me in the eyes and asks, “Permission to call you Daddy?” I let the request linger as she sits up in a crunch position, looking into my eyes. I finally responded “Yes”, and she collapses back, “Fuck, daddy! That feels sooo goooood!”. We continue this for a while, building her up, teasing her, letting her back down, only to build her back up, all along the way choking her and slapping her in the face. After a few cycles of this, with each cycle building more and more, I pull my fingers out, pull the Hitachi away, and quickly slap her pussy five times with a broad open hand. Her legs slam close, she rolls onto her side, and she moans into the bed spread. I roll her back and look in her eyes as a check-in, the look of affirming lust is there, so my hands go back to furiously fucking her while the Hitachi hums on her clit. As the thrashing comes to a crescendo, Angel begs, “Please Daddy, may I come!?” to which I reply yes, and she goes into a series of spasms and crunches before collapsing back into the bed, still restricted by rope and knots. I lie down next to her, all smiles as she blisses out in her own little world.
As she starts to come down, Angel requests to be released from the rope. I oblige and admire the indentation of the rope in places where her body tried to break free. Once released, she starts pulling at my dress shirt, “Can we take this off?”
“You can take it all off”, I respond, to which she smiles and jumps on top of me, and begins to remove everything. I can tell she’s excited to feel her skin against mine. “Can I suck your dick?”
“Yes”, I say hesitantly, as sometimes it’s not easy for me to regain my erection after being hard during play, and then going soft. She begins to go down on me and it feels great, but I’m still too soft, so I ask to make out and roll around and see what happens. We start to make out and roll around, and I spank her, causing her to moan in my mouth, and just like that I was hard again. I tell her to get on the side of the bed on all fours as I grab a condom and the lube. She moans as I enter her. I grab her hair and start fucking her roughly, she drops to her forearms and becomes delightfully verbal again.I flip her on her side and put one leg over my shoulder so that I have easy access to her throat, and begin to choke her while fucking her. Her eyes roll back with pleasure and her moans become guttural. I’m enjoying this immensely, but I don’t feel like I’m going to cum and I want to keep building the experience for her, so I grab the Hitachi and go back to fucking her with my hands.
At this point Angel’s moans and screams are echoing through the house and her dog is barking downstairs in response. As we find a rhythm, her body begins to buck and spasm. She is thrusting her pelvis into the air and collapsing back into the bed, over and over again. She keeps building and finally I drop the wand, plant my left hand in the center of her pelvis and hold her down into the bed, working my fingers in and out of her furiously. She screams at me not to stop and I focus all of my energy in my right hand and keep doing exactly what she asked. Her body spasms are translated to twists and thrashes under the weight of my left hand. Her tightly clenched fists release the sheets, push my hand away, and she starts shaking uncontrollably and writhing in the mess of covers.
I lay down next to her and just take in the sight, watching as her body processes all of the pleasure she just received. As I sense her starting to come back to earth, I place my hand on her heart and gently run my hand up and down her torso to reconnect. As she comes to, she looks at me with a huge smile and starts giggling as she curls into me. I rub her back and enjoy the feeling of her soft skin against mine. She puts her hand on my chest, leans away from me, and looks me in my eyes
“…Oh my god….may I use your name?”
“yes”
“A….that was the biggest orgasm I think I’ve ever had”
Smirking as I respond, “I’m glad I could be here to witness it”
“Don’t be fuckin’ modest!”
I smile as she curls back into me to catch her breath. While I am aware that this night started the minute our first date ended, and this was the culmination of a week and a half of flirting, I have witnessed the power of the Hitachi before and don’t discount that one bit either.
We cuddle for a while until conversation starts back up. I ask Angel to grab some lotion and I rub it into her ass (I’ll always take an excuse to play with someone’s butt) and we get dressed. We talk as she smokes a cigarette on the back porch. I call a Lyft and head home, completely wired and smiling, happy the Lyft driver doesn’t care to talk so I can relive the events from the evening as I stare out the window.