We met in the usual way. No, not at a bar, or through friends. We met via Tinder. His profile picture was of Lucifer with red eyes that were exciting and just enough of a profile description to tell me he probably wasn’t just one of those 20 something guys looking for an excuse to slap a woman around.
I’d been dabbling. Chatting to a few men claiming to be doms. They could talk the talk, but they were generally old and the thought of letting them actually touch me took me back to memories of another old man trying to kiss me when I was way too young to know how to get out of such a situation.
His name was Caine – rather appropriate if you ask me. We matched and he was straight to business trying to discover if I was actually interested, what was it about submission that excited me so much, and what was I actually looking for. The conversation flowed ridiculously easy, we chatted for hours, bdsm topics weaving their way through everyday life. Kids, exs, jobs, likes, schedules, they were all touched upon and before I knew it we had moved from Tinder and he was sending me real photos, worried that my interest would disappear. His dark eyes and dark hair caught me first, the tattoos down his chest only made me want him more. He was younger than me, but not by much.
His last message for the night read “Send me your address. 7pm tomorrow night. Wear red panties and a t-shirt. Nothing else”
He arrived exactly at 7. Clearly expecting my nerves, he had two bottles of red wine in his arm, and a black satin bag in the other hand. He walked through the door, put the bottles on the side table and lifted my chin with one finger before running his tongue along my bottom lip and kissing me deeply. Instructing me to show him to the kitchen, he poured two glasses, passing me one while never taking his eyes off me. I had followed instructions well, my lacy red underwear showing itself from beneath my Rolling Stones t-shirt. He was pleased.
We had discussed limits the night before. I desperately wanted to know if this was something I truly craved. But I also have a career and a family, so no marks were allowed that couldn’t be covered by makeup or clothing.
Instructing me to lead him to my bedroom, he turned on the air conditioning as we walked past, blasting cold air into the room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed he demanded I lay over his lap with my ass in the air, his tone making it clear that if this first instruction was not followed, there would be nothing further and he would leave.
I lay slowly over his lap, goosebumps starting to come up over my skin either from nerves or the air conditioner I’m not sure. My nipples hard against the fabric of my shirt and my pussy soaking wet, I could feel it through my pants. His hand brushed up my ass, up the back of my shirt, along my spine and then from under my shirt pulled my hair back hard and whispered into my ear “You are mine. Mine to treat as I want tonight. You will do as you are told or I will punish you. You will call me Sir. Do you understand?” As his other hand came down hard on my ass. He hit me again after that, for not responding fast enough. “Yes Sir”, I said with clenched teeth, in pain, but wanting so much more. He let go of my hair and as he hit me again I felt his finger brush hard against my clit, his thumb push hard inside me as he swirled it around, pushing hard against this sides of my pussy. Pulling out suddenly he demanded that I get on all fours on the bed.
I can hear him going through the bag he brought, and then sound of metal being clipped together before a long bar is spread between my ankles, holding me apart and open for anything behind me. A soft black cloth is then wrapped around my eyes from behind, his teeth biting my ear hard as he ties it. After a minute I feel a rough piece of rope go around each of my wrists, then pulled hard so I’m face down into the pillows, with my ass in the air and legs spread. He then asks how much I like the underwear I’m wearing, before running some sort of blade along the edges and cutting it off.
He chuckles as I hear him opening a drawer, he has clearly found my vibrator and turns it on before sliding the long piece into my already soaking pussy. At the same time a hard slap comes across my ass. The paddle (that he showed me at a later date) had pointy metal bits on it that left welts as he smacked me. “Count!” he instructed. He reached 10 before the force of my vibrator inside me at full speed brought on the most powerful orgasm of my life. I moaned loudly into the pillow as he pulled the vibrator out of me and slid his hard cock in its place. Pulling my ass towards him, his thumb rubbed circles around my anus as he pounded me hard, slowly sliding one finger into my ass with each thrust of his cock. I came again, hard. This time receiving another slap to my ass. How dare I cum again without his permission.
The tension from one of the ropes around my wrists was released and I was flipped over. Still in the dark I feel his cock pressed against my mouth. My cum covering it until my lips opened and I took as much as I could down my throat as he pulled my hair tight and shoved himself into my mouth. As he came he pulled out and sprayed all through my long hair and over my face. As he pulls off the blindfold and pulls on his pants, I see that he has set up his phone on top of my drawers, and he has videoed the entire thing. He unties my ankles and the rope from my wrists, wipes the cum from my mouth and kisses me.
As he walks out the door (I’m still lying on the bed with cum in my hair at this stage), he says “I’ll see you soon Princess.”