Fetishfriends.com

[Sir_Roger]

OOC Closed for Britwitch and Sir Roger.

IC
Here I am, 46 years old, fit as a butchers dog, and reasonably good looking, and yet,I am lonely. I need a companion, someone to fill my days, and excite my nights. I am reaonably well off, some would say rich, with a nice big house, I will never need to work again. And so I have decided that it is time that I, Jack Logan, started to think about myself for a change, and enjoy the pleasures of life that I so desire.

I had been looking for a week or so, before I came across fetishfriends. People with shall we say, "special needs" advertise there.Then it took me another day, to figure out what I wanted to say, and now, here it is, on the screen, and all that I can do is wait for a reply. I had also included, as it seemed a lot of people did, a couple of very personal photos, of my seven and half inch cock in happy mode.

Forty six year old male, seeking a live in female companion, aged 25 to 40. I am fit and well, a non smoker with my own home, and very comfortable financially.
Succesfull applicants will be free of hang ups, and happy with total penetration. The position will require the wearing of uniforms occasionally. French Maid, Peasant girl, Nun, WWhore, et cetera.
Please apply in writing, giving a graphic description of yourself, your age and history, and more importantly, how you would see the first night of our relationship progressing, remembering that dirty talk excites your new Master of course.

 

[Sir_Roger]

BUMPING it up

 

[Britwitch]

OOC: Would love to try my hand at writing this if the role's still available...

 

[Sir_Roger]

OOC: Would love to try my hand at writing this if the role's still available...

Check the starting post, and your PM please Britwitch.
And post away

 

[Britwitch]

I had been wasting another lonely evening, clicking my way through the internet, chatting with friends, playing with others. Looking for something but unsure what. Something more than a mere evening's entertainment.

Somehow I found myself at Fetishfriends.com, the images within it's pages instantly catching my attention and enticing me to register. Soon I was clicking through page after page of personal ads, my teeth caught on my lower lip, the hand not upon the computer mouse was twirling a strand of hair around and around.

My heart had begun to beat quicker as soon as I had entered the main site and after only a few advertisements my stomach was tingling with excitement at the words and pictures that currently covered the screen.

Forty six year old male, seeking a live in female companion, aged 25 to 40. I am fit and well, a non smoker with my own home, and very comfortable financially.
Succesfull applicants will be free of hang ups, and happy with total penetration. The position will require the wearing of uniforms occasionally. French Maid, Peasant girl, Nun, WWhore, et cetera.
Please apply in writing, giving a graphic description of yourself, your age and history, and more importantly, how you would see the first night of our relationship progressing, remembering that dirty talk excites your new Master of course.

It was tempting. Beyond tempting.
I was between jobs and thanks to an unfortunate incident involving my ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend a couple of months back I was single.
It was the word Master that had really caught my eye, that and the delicious looking shots of the man's member.

I had always been one to follow rather than lead in the bedroom and the notion of being completely submissive to one man, giving him control of my life was one that excited me as much as worried me. It had been a fantasy, something I dreamt about but never shared with others. Except in my wilder moments of faceless playing on the internet.

Barely even aware of it I clicked 'reply' and began to type. The words coming from somewhere deep within myself almost without my bidding.

Hi,
i must admit i have never replied to anything like this before or even really considered living a lifestyle like the one You are advertising but Your ad caught my eye and i got a feeling deep inside that i could not ignore until i had least replied.

i am 27, 5'7''.
A natural brunette, blue eyes and a fair complexion. my measurements are 36D-28-38. i have no piercings, aside from my ears, and no tattoos.
i'm trimmed but can shave if required. i am drug and disease free and i am currently single.
i have had three sexual partners, all of whom i slept with using protection.
i have engaged in oral and vaginal penetration but i have never experienced anal but i am hoping to do so.

As for our first night together i imagine it might proceed something like this...
After dressing as You would prefer, i would present myself to You. my body being Yours to appraise as You might wish and i would be more than willing to please You in any way You required. i would like nothing more than to pleasure Your handsome looking cock with my mouth. Running my tongue and lips along the length of You before taking You into my mouth. Sucking and fondling You, taking You deep inside should You wish. i could make love to You with my mouth, gently teasing and savouring You, or fuck You like a slut, using my mouth, pussy...and ass, should You prefer.

i know there will be many more out there with far more experience than i but i like to think of myself as being eager to please and perhaps You could consider me a blank canvas, to use to create whatever kind of companion You desire to share Your home and Your bed with.

I attached a photo my ex had taken in one of our more intimate moments, I was laying in bed on my front looking at the camera. Naked with a white sheet just grazing the bottom of my behind. My cleavage more than evident beneath me and a playful smile upon my lips.

I clicked send after adding my email address and sat back in the chair, my teeth once more fastened upon my lower lip. Wondering what I had just done and what I'd do if I actually got a reply.

 

[Sir_Roger]

I awoke early the next morning, and hurried to check the Fetishfriends site, to ascertain if there had been any replies to my request.

Three in total I soon discovered, the first, a mid twenties bi-sexual couple.
They wanted to come to my home for a threesome, take video and photos as well, to sell on their website.

Delete Private Message #1

The second, a widow in her 50`s, who had let herself go, and was seemingly desperate to be fucked, anyway and anywhere, by anybody. Very sad I knew, but not for me.

Delete Private Message #2

Then came the revelation, a beautifully written, and very concise message, from a 27 year old lady. She was not pushy at all, and seemed to know my requirements immediately.
To this one I would respond, but,at first I wanted to take things slowly, not just jump into wild abandoned sex, and then discover that we were not at all compatable. That would be a complete wasye, for us both.
I would e mail this as yet unknown lady, and suggest one or two things too her.

Thank you my dear, for responding to my posting on the Fetishfriends site.

Your reply is the only one to attract my interest, for a number of reasons.

You seem to have a good initial understanding of My requirements, as your potential Master.
You show humility, inded, it runs through your message like a beautiful red ribbon.
You do not give your name, and you ask for nothing in return.

Speaking of names, mine is Jack Brogan, but you of course, will call me Sir. As at this moment in time, I am unaware of your name, then for now I shall call you Mystere. You may of course eventually wish to keep this name, for Me, or use your own, that can be discussed at a later date.

Now then, our first meeting, I would suggest at the weekend, Friday evening preferably, I shall take you to dinner. As it is now Tuesday, this gives us a few night to talk in a chat room on the site, and possibly on the phone. I do not wish to rush things, a relationship should blossom and bloom slowly. It should be based on trust, honour and respect, any love that comes afterwards, is of course a wonderful bonus.

Sir Jack will look for you in the chatroom, at precisely 9PM this evening.

Your Sir

Jack.

 

[Britwitch]

The following morning I got myself and logged into my email account as I did every day, deleting the junk mail and spam that I seemed to acucmulate daily before checking my inbox. My finger hovered over the mouse as the cursor lit up a message from a source that I didn't immediately recognise. Curiosity getting the better of me, I opened it and found that within seconds of reading the contents my hear began to pound with increasing volume in my ears.

Thank you my dear, for responding to my posting on the Fetishfriends site.

Your reply is the only one to attract my interest, for a number of reasons.

You seem to have a good initial understanding of My requirements, as your potential Master.
You show humility, inded, it runs through your message like a beautiful red ribbon.
You do not give your name, and you ask for nothing in return.

Speaking of names, mine is Jack Brogan, but you of course, will call me Sir. As at this moment in time, I am unaware of your name, then for now I shall call you Mystere. You may of course eventually wish to keep this name, for Me, or use your own, that can be discussed at a later date.

Now then, our first meeting, I would suggest at the weekend, Friday evening preferably, I shall take you to dinner. As it is now Tuesday, this gives us a few night to talk in a chat room on the site, and possibly on the phone. I do not wish to rush things, a relationship should blossom and bloom slowly. It should be based on trust, honour and respect, any love that comes afterwards, is of course a wonderful bonus.

Sir Jack will look for you in the chatroom, at precisely 9PM this evening.

Your Sir

Jack.

I read it again, sitting for a few minutes afterwards unsure of quite what to do. My impluse response to his advertisment had resulted in the exciting message I had just read. A thrill running down my spine at the name he had given me, I hadn't even realised I had omitted to include my own name when I'd replied but perhaps this would be better for the time being. Any selfconsciousness I might feel upon meeting him would surely be lessened by the use of a name other than my own. And what an intriguing name it was. Mystere. I wasn't certain I deserved such a name but I would do my best to earn it.

I clicked on reply and began to type,
Sir,

i would like to thank You for Your email. i am very flattered by Your compliments and by the fact that You are interested in me. i hope i can live up to Your expectations.
i shall be in the chatroom at 9pm and look forward to getting to know You a little better.

Your Mystere.

I clicked the option to conceal my identity when the email was delivered and hit send. Once again finding myself sitting like a statue, staring at the screen, the uncertainty of what I might be getting myself into striking me for a moment. I shrugged it off and headed into the bathroom, turning on the water and letting it run until it reached the temperature I desired. Glancing at myself in the mirror I smiled. It was just a date, at the moment, we were going to chat online and then go for a meal. Anything that might happen after that I would deal with when it arrived and, no doubt, with his guidance.

The day and evening seemed to drag past until the clock drew near to 9 o'clock that night. I made myself comfortable in the chair in front of the computer screen, logging into the fetishfriends website and into the chatroom using the username I had created that afternoon. Mystere. I took a lengthy sip from the glass of chilled white wine I had poured myself to make sure my nerves stayed in check. Idly running my fingertips back and forth across my lips I waited, eyes fixed upon the screen, awaiting his arrival.

 

[Sir_Roger]

I picked up the mail from Mystere at work, and I smiled as I slowly read her words .
Sir,

i would like to thank You for Your email. i am very flattered by Your compliments and by the fact that You are interested in me. i hope i can live up to Your expectations.
i shall be in the chatroom at 9pm and look forward to getting to know You a little better.

Your Mystere.


What pleased me most, was the capitalization of all references to myself, she obviously was well aware of lifestyle protocol. It would have been superfluous to reply, as we had already arranged the nights online meeting. But, the email did help with my demeanour for the rest of the day.

That evening after showering, I just had a light salad for dinner, then watched a little TV, as I waited for the time to pass until the appointed hour.

As soon as I entered the room, i saw her, Mystere, not saying anything, she just was there. I greeted my friends there, and then informed them that Mystere was here to see me, and that we would be incommunicado for a while.
I spoke to her in the room, making sure that she knew how to answer a private message, before I sent one to her.

"Sir is very pleased to see that you are here waiting for Him Mystere, very pleased indeed. And now Sir wishes to hear a little about yourself, but more importantly, He wishes to hear how you prepared yourself for Him this evening. Also, He wishes to hear what you are wearing for Him."

 

[Britwitch]

I had been sat not typing anything, watching the display of people entering and leaving the chatroom. My heart skipping a beat whenever one entered with Sir at the start of their name but they were not Sir Jack.

Then he was there, I found myself straightening up in my seat, pushing errant strands of hair from my eyes back behind an ear as I awaited him to make contact.

"Sir is very pleased to see that you are here waiting for Him Mystere, very pleased indeed. And now Sir wishes to hear a little about yourself, but more importantly, He wishes to hear how you prepared yourself for Him this evening. Also, He wishes to hear what you are wearing for Him."

"thank you Sir."
I began, my fingers trembling slightly against the keyboard as rush of nervous excitement coursed through my veins.
"i am more than happy to tell You anything You wish to know...i have showered, taking the time to shave and moisturise my skin and have dressed myself for You..."
I paused to glance down at myself, feeling a rush of relief that I had been correct to make an effort and dress for the occassion.
"...i wasn't sure what You would like but i chose a matching set of underwear, black with light pink embroidery, the bra is slightly push up in design and the bottoms are a thong, along with black stockings and heels. i have left my hair loose, having straightened out it's nautral waves, so that it's hanging down to midway down my back and over my shoulders." I wet my lips, letting my eyes glance over the words I'd typed before hitting send. Swiftly adding, "i hope it meets with Your approval..."

 

[Sir_Roger]

The response, when it arrived, certainly acheived the desired objective. Bringing a smile to my lips, and a lightness to my thoughts.

"i am more than happy to tell You anything You wish to know...i have showered, taking the time to shave and moisturise my skin and have dressed myself for You...i wasn't sure what You would like but i chose a matching set of underwear, black with light pink embroidery, the bra is slightly push up in design and the bottoms are a thong, along with black stockings and heels. i have left my hair loose, having straightened out it's nautral waves, so that it's hanging down to midway down my back and over my shoulders." After a slight pause, she continued "i hope it meets with Your approval..."

"You please me Mystere, very much so, for your dress is very close indeed to what I may have instructed you to wear.
I will now wait for a moment as you prepare yopurself a little more. I am not sure of just what your situation is in your room, but this is what I require. You will dim the lights, and sit in front of your screen, with both hands flat upon the desk. Your legs will be parted a little, and you will read what Sir wants you to see. Say nothing, and do nothing,until I command it, now, prepare yourself."

I waited, a full five minutes, purposely taking longer than I required, simply to increase her anticipation.

"You are to imagine Mystere, that Sir is there, in your room. You can neither see, nor hear him, but you know, you are absolutely certain, that I am there, for you feel my spirit. My sexual karma is beginning to float over you, and every thought that you now have is of pleasure.
My pleasure, and the pleasure that I derive from giving you pleasure.
You can feel my hot breath, grazing your neck, as a fingertip scratches your lower back. The nail describing tiny circles, as it moves relentlessly upwards.
It reaches your shoulder, and then you feel fingers.
Sir`s fingers, both of His hands, caressing your shoulders, stroking your neck muscles, relaxing them. As His touch excites you, and arousal begins, your nipples, soon to be mine, pressing against their restraints, demanding their freedom.
You pussy, now damp, as your legs open wider, hoping, wanting, needing that touch, the one that will make you gasp in ecstasy.

The two hands move.
Lower, down your chest, each covering a breast, the thumbs stroking, back and forth. Pressing against the hardening peaks, as your breath quickens.
Your legs close, and open again, in frustration, the need is building, and growing, inside you."

Then silence, for two minutes, before I type once more.

"Sir demands to know how you feel? Why you feel that way? And what you think that you should do about it?"

 

[Britwitch]

"You please me Mystere, very much so, for your dress is very close indeed to what I may have instructed you to wear.
I will now wait for a moment as you prepare yourself a little more. I am not sure of just what your situation is in your room, but this is what I require. You will dim the lights, and sit in front of your screen, with both hands flat upon the desk. Your legs will be parted a little, and you will read what Sir wants you to see. Say nothing, and do nothing,until I command it, now, prepare yourself."

The flush that filtered onto my cheeks as I read of his approval became more pronounced as he instructed me to prepare myself. My heart and imagination racing as I did as he said, turning off most of the lights except for the lamp close to the computer, the room was bathed in soft warm light, shadows everywhere. I moved the keyboard back on the desk's surface, resting my hands where it had been and waiting.

I wasn't sure how long I waited, my rising anticipation meaning I was aware of little else except the illuminated window on the screen which I knew would soon be filled with his instructions.
"You are to imagine Mystere, that Sir is there, in your room. You can neither see, nor hear him, but you know, you are absolutely certain, that I am there, for you feel my spirit. My sexual karma is beginning to float over you, and every thought that you now have is of pleasure.
My pleasure, and the pleasure that I derive from giving you pleasure...

I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing the scenario he was painting to fill my mind. I licked my lips slightly as I reopened them, already a light tingling was dancing across my shoulders as I continued to read.

You can feel my hot breath, grazing your neck, as a fingertip scratches your lower back. The nail describing tiny circles, as it moves relentlessly upwards.
It reaches your shoulder, and then you feel fingers.
Sir`s fingers, both of His hands, caressing your shoulders, stroking your neck muscles, relaxing them.

I sighed, my back arching as my imagination projected the sensation of his hands upon my skin into my mind. Excitement rippling over my skin as my breathing grew heavier.

As His touch excites you, and arousal begins, your nipples, soon to be mine, pressing against their restraints, demanding their freedom.
You pussy, now damp, as your legs open wider, hoping, wanting, needing that touch, the one that will make you gasp in ecstasy.
The two hands move.
Lower, down your chest, each covering a breast, the thumbs stroking, back and forth. Pressing against the hardening peaks, as your breath quickens.
Your legs close, and open again, in frustration, the need is building, and growing, inside you."

My nipples were hard and throbbing against the gauzy material of the bra and my pussy was aching, my thighs moving in and out as he had described, almost as if he was really in the room with me, his hands really moving across my skin. Watching my delight and torment at his command. The idea of such a thing being a reality only serving to increase my arousal even more.

"Sir demands to know how you feel? Why you feel that way? And what you think that you should do about it?"

Taking a deep breath and trying to focus upon putting the emotions I was feeling into words, I drew the keyboard closer and began to type. Once again the words flowing almost without my actually thinking about typing them.

i feel alive, Sir. i feel excitement and desire and lusts that before now i am certain i have never felt. It's so intense, my mind is in a whirl to imagine how much more exquisite it would be were i lucky enough to feel Your hands on me in reality.

i am not sure i can say why i feel this way, it's something more than the words that You have used...perhaps it's the knowledge that such things may come to pass that causes me to feel this way...

As for what i think i should do...surely that decision rests with You, Sir...i know that i would love for You to continue, my body is indeed crying out for release already...

 

[Sir_Roger]

The hesitation in answering, the slight pause were good signs.
They showed that she was not just pandering to my vanity, she was thinking, and composing her answers.

i feel alive, Sir. i feel excitement and desire and lusts that before now i am certain i have never felt. It's so intense, my mind is in a whirl to imagine how much more exquisite it would be were i lucky enough to feel Your hands on me in reality.

i am not sure i can say why i feel this way, it's something more than the words that You have used...perhaps it's the knowledge that such things may come to pass that causes me to feel this way...

As for what i think i should do...surely that decision rests with You, Sir...i know that i would love for You to continue, my body is indeed crying out for release already...

"You please Sir Mystere, you show thoughtfulness, and respect.
You do not just roll out the answers as if they were ready prepared, and this is good.
It tells Me two things, firstly, that you are serious in this, and it is not just a fun thing. And secondly, it tells me that the chances of success for our relationship just doubled, possibly even trebled Mystere.

Now then, as for your release?
Hmmm, a little while longer I think, Sir wants His slut to bathe in the pre-orgasmic ecstasy that now envelops her.....

You will tell me two things.

First you will remove yoyur bra, and use one hand on your nipples, while you describe how you would pleasure Sir, were he sat before you now.

Then, you will remove your thong, and describe how it feels to Me, describe the aromas, and the dampness. ANd give me two good reasons why I should command you to ome when I am ready.
Then I MAY permit orgasm, we shall see Mystere, we shall see."

 

[Britwitch]

"You please Sir Mystere, you show thoughtfulness, and respect.
You do not just roll out the answers as if they were ready prepared, and this is good.
It tells Me two things, firstly, that you are serious in this, and it is not just a fun thing. And secondly, it tells me that the chances of success for our relationship just doubled, possibly even trebled Mystere.

I felt my cheeks flush with pride at his words, as well as the excitement in my stomach increasing tenfold.

Now then, as for your release?
Hmmm, a little while longer I think, Sir wants His slut to bathe in the pre-orgasmic ecstasy that now envelops her.....

I had to bite my lip against a quiet whimper as he called me his...his slut...

You will tell me two things.

First you will remove yoyur bra, and use one hand on your nipples, while you describe how you would pleasure Sir, were he sat before you now.

Then, you will remove your thong, and describe how it feels to Me, describe the aromas, and the dampness. ANd give me two good reasons why I should command you to ome when I am ready.
Then I MAY permit orgasm, we shall see Mystere, we shall see."

I did as instructed, unhooking and slipping the bra down my arms, my nipples already hard and tingling as I began to tease them with my fingertips, typing with one hand as my breath grew steadier heavier.

If You were sat before me now Sir I would lower myself to my knees, kissing softly up Your thighs, kissing up above Your shaft and then back down and along the length of You. my hands following in the trail of my lips, stroking up Your thighs to cup and massage Your balls as i envelop the head of You within my mouth...

I had to pause, my eyes flickering as my nipples throbbed and ached between my fingertips, rolling and gently pinching them as I typed.

Stroking and caressing You with my tongue, drawing You deeper and deeper into the warm, wetness of my mouth...all the while my fingers stroking and findling Your balls, hoping to coax You towards a climax that i would hope You would permit me to taste...

I lifted my fingers from the keys and raised my hips off of the chair, slipping my panties off and smiling slightly at the damp crotch that was obvious upon them, as was the smell of my body's excitement at what was happening.

my panties are wet, Sir, the scent of my arousal musky and obvious upon them, the material clinging slightly to my fingertips as it was clinging to my sex before i removed them...

I ran my tongue over my lips as I paused, running through reasons for why he should allow me to come when the time came.
And as for two reasons why You should command me to come...i can only think of one...the only reason You should command me to do so...is because You wish me to...

 

[Sir_Roger]

And as for two reasons why You should command me to come...i can only think of one...the only reason You should command me to do so...is because You wish me to...

I said nothing for a moment or two, thinking that she was either a very astute slut, or a very naive woman.

"ou do well Mystere, your words please Your Master, and shortly He will allow you the releae that He knows His slut desires.

Firstly though, some arrangements, because after this evening there will be no contact between us until we meet on Friday.
This is to allow you to remember tonight, and to prepare yourself for Me. After tonight, you will not orgasm again, until you are with SIr,a nd at His command.

We will meet outside the City Hall, at 7PM, I shall be wearing a black shirt,a nd a white tie, and you will recognise me instantly. As for you my dear, you will wear what you think will please your Master. A word of caution though, we will be dining at a high class restaurant, so bear that in mind.

Now, to the business of the hour My slut, you will touch yourself, touch Sir`s tits and nipples, and finger Sir`s pussy, as He describes what you wish He was doing at this very moment.

I paused for a moment, awaiting an acknowledgement of my words to her, before continuing.

"Sir will examine your flower, touching softly your petals, as his fingers lightly graze you.
Then, he will slowly peel back your lips, and gaze adoringly into the soft moist pink center.
Licking his lips , letting his tongue run riot almost, in anticipation of the joys to come.
The taste of His slut, upon His tongue.
The warmth, and velvety sleekness, as His fingers slip inside, to be gripped and caressed, be her primal muscles.
Letting Him know the strength of her desire, and the depth of her need.
Jis fingers finding, and pressing the spongy texture of the sluts special spot
Rubbing it
harder
Faster
Feel me slut, as I fingerfuck you, letting the intensity and depth of my thrusts increase gradually.
My free hand over your lovebud, rubbing, kneading, occasionally pinching it.
Feeling your upward thrusts, as the need to orgasm fills you.
Fills your mind
Your body
Your senses
Every fibre within you
every nerve ending now screaming for release,
a release that can only be by His command.
Now
and forever.


Cum now,
cum hard slut
hard and long
because I command it
now
NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

 

[Britwitch]

"you do well Mystere, your words please Your Master, and shortly He will allow you the releae that He knows His slut desires.

Firstly though, some arrangements, because after this evening there will be no contact between us until we meet on Friday.
This is to allow you to remember tonight, and to prepare yourself for Me. After tonight, you will not orgasm again, until you are with Sir, and at His command.

We will meet outside the City Hall, at 7PM, I shall be wearing a black shirt, and a white tie, and you will recognise me instantly. As for you my dear, you will wear what you think will please your Master. A word of caution though, we will be dining at a high class restaurant, so bear that in mind.

Yes Sir, i understand and i shall do my best to do so...i think i have just the outfit in mind that should satisfy Your wishes for me and meet with the requirements of the situation...
I smiled to myself, a slightly giddy, excited smile, as I ran through the contents of my wardrobe in my mind and already settled on my choice. All it would need would be a few accessories to complete it.

Now, to the business of the hour My slut, you will touch yourself, touch Sir`s tits and nipples, and finger Sir`s pussy, as He describes what you wish He was doing at this very moment.

Thank you, Sir...
I bit my lip, fingers leaving the keyboard to do his bidding, stroking and fondling my nipples, toying with my aching sex. His vivid desciption leaving little for my imagination to do but fuel my arousal. My fingers slipping inside the moist, warm entrance to my pussy with increasing speed and pressure, my other hand pinching and pulling my nipples alternately. My breathing was growing harder and my moans ever more unstoppable.

Cum now,
cum hard slut
hard and long
because I command it
now
NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

With a long, loud cry I came. My hands flying to hold the edge of the desk to keep me from falling to the floor as my hips bucked and jerked against the seat. My back arched, jutting the globes of my breasts forwards, my head tipped back, trailing my long hair down it's length. The moisture of my arousal trailing onto my thighs, causing the skin above the stockings to glisten in the lamp light.
Several moments passed before my fingers stopped shaking enough for me to respond.
Thankyou Sir, that was so, so incredible...and intense...thank you...thankyou so much, Sir...

 

[Sir_Roger]

It seemed like a very long time to me before she typed anything, but that was an illusion I think, it was probably only a minute or two.

Thankyou Sir, that was so, so incredible...and intense...thank you...thankyou so much, Sir...

"And that wasonly the beginning Mystere, remember that, for we are both about to embark on a long and fruitful journey. A journey that will take us to the ultimate in sexual pleasures, and beyond.

Now then slut, Sir also desires a release this evening, for His slut has excited Him greatly. But before we go there, Sir has something to tell you, something for you to remember.

During sexual activity, ir finds it very arousing if His slut is loud. The louder the better, and if she talks dirty, even more so.

Now imagine slut, Sir is lying on his bed, His tumescant cock just beginning to stir, as you enter His chamber, naked, and freshly shaved.
The next move is yours......"

 

[Britwitch]

Now imagine slut, Sir is lying on his bed, His tumescant cock just beginning to stir, as you enter His chamber, naked, and freshly shaved.
The next move is yours......"
Smiling, I imagined the scene in my mind, licking my lips slightly I began to type...

...i would crawl upon the bed, dragging my lips along the length of Your leg, up over Your hip and torso to Your collarbone and up to Your jaw...fluttering kisses over every inch of skin my mouth travels across...kissing Your lips, kissing You, sweetly, hungrily, in every way You desire...

Lowering my head and my mouth, grazing Your nipples, flicking my tongue across them, sucking them between my lips, moaning to feel and taste Your flesh between my lips...

Moving lower still until my mouth was able to take the swelling flesh of Your shaft inside its waiting wet warmth...licking, sucking, savouring You, my whimpers and moans of delight vibrating along the length of You, right down to Your balls, cupped and massaged within my palm...

...my body shifting, straddling You and lowering my sex upon Yours, crying out as You fill me completely, feeling me grip and caress You as my hips begin to rise and fall on top of You...rocking back and forth, my breasts bouncing as my motions grow steadily quicker and deeper...from my lips pours a stream of wanton moans and groans...

...lifting myself from upon You and moving my mouth to replace my pussy, licking the length of You and tasting my own arousal mixing with Yours...looking up as my fingers curl around You and start to pump You firmly while my mouth surrounds the head, silently begging to be allowed, to be able, to taste You...taste Your climax...

 

[Sir_Roger]

Her words did delight me, very much so, containing the sexual phrases, and wxpressiveness that I desired from her. Increasing my ardour, and my need with every sentence.

I came hard, as I read them, stroking vigorously at my fully erect throbbing cock. It did not take long, the nights discussions already had me in a highly charged state. But I still retained some sense of decorum, and would not permit her to see my excitement yet. For that joy, she must be patient, and wait.

"Sir thanks you Mystere, for his orgasm, and please, do not be disappointed that Sir did not choose to share his ecstasy with you. That, like all things, will come in time.

And now Mystere?
Sir has made some desisions that directly concern you. Let me say first though, that Sir is delighted, both with you yourself, and your attitude.

Now then, Sir wishes that our meeting, and ultimate jining on Friday evening be somewhat spectacular, and exceedingly meaningful to you, as well as to Himself.
Therefore, to allow the tension, the need, and all the pent up desires to build, there will be no contact between us until that time.
You may not orgasm again, until you are in my presence, and I give you permission to do so. Because I want this evenings orgasm, to remain in your memory, in your soul, a reminder, and a pointer, to the joy and pleasure that I, your Sir will bring to you.

Until 7,30PM on Friday evening, outside City Hall, I bid you farewell Mystere. with love."

I logged off immediately, before she could respond. This was to be her initial test, how she handled it would determine our future together.

 

[Britwitch]

"Sir thanks you Mystere, for his orgasm, and please, do not be disappointed that Sir did not choose to share his ecstasy with you. That, like all things, will come in time.
And now Mystere?
Sir has made some desisions that directly concern you. Let me say first though, that Sir is delighted, both with you yourself, and your attitude.

I felt my smile grow wider and the blush on my cheeks increase a little as I read he had enjoyed my words enough to climax.

Now then, Sir wishes that our meeting, and ultimate joining on Friday evening be somewhat spectacular, and exceedingly meaningful to you, as well as to Himself.
Therefore, to allow the tension, the need, and all the pent up desires to build, there will be no contact between us until that time.
You may not orgasm again, until you are in my presence, and I give you permission to do so. Because I want this evenings orgasm, to remain in your memory, in your soul, a reminder, and a pointer, to the joy and pleasure that I, your Sir will bring to you.
Until 7,30PM on Friday evening, outside City Hall, I bid you farewell Mystere. with love."

Before I could respond, he had gone. The icon with his screen name vanishing in the blink of an eye. I reread his last message, my tongue subconsciously tracing my lips in the process. I logged off myself and sat back in the chair. My body was tingling and on the verge of trembling with barely contained excitement. All I could do was wait, prevent myself from allowing my anticipation to become anything more by giving in to any urge I might have to touch myself.

The days that followed passed both in a hazy blur and at a deathly slow pace. The meeting on Friday evening seemed to consume my thoughts, meaning the rest of the world faded into almost total insignificance and my expectations meant the time in between seemed to drag by.

However, Friday eventually arrived, I spent most of the afternoon preparing myself. I bathed, I shaved my legs, my sex...moisturising my skin until it was even silkier and smoother than usual. I took the time to carefully dry and straighten my hair, leaving only the slightest wave towards the front to keep the hair from falling into my eyes while the rest hung loose down my back. I applied makeup carefully, I rarely wore much of the stuff and didn't want to come across as brazen or too wanton. I chose to put a delicate line of pencil above my naturally long, delicately curling lashes, onto which I applied a coat of mascara, just to help them stand up a little more. I applied a thin sheen of lip gloss to my slightly pouting mouth, the colour almost nonexistant but it made my lips look a little plumper, a little more obvious.

Then came the dress. His words had echoed in my mind again and again as I'd made my final decisions about what to wear.
...you will wear what you think will please your Master. A word of caution though, we will be dining at a high class restaurant, so bear that in mind...
I smiled as I took the garment I had chosen from the wardrobe and slipped it on. It was a long form fitting dress, midnight blue in colour that emphasised the colour of my eyes. It was strapless, the top of the dress covering most of my chest but allowing a tasteful amount of cleavage to show. It clung to my natural curves, showing off my narrow waist and fuller hips.

The dress hung down to my ankle and, the part that I thought would please him was a split slightly to the left of the front of the dress. It made the undeniably sophisticated dress indisputably sexy. The split ran from the hem to halfway up my thigh. It would show flashes of my legs as I walked and more than a little of them when seated if allowed to open. Combined with heels and a deliciously soft pashmina in sky blue, I considered myself ready. Grabbing my purse, I left my home. Stepping into the taxi I had booked and running my fingers idly through my hair en route to City Hall.

Exiting the cab and paying the fare, I walked towards the Hall, the hands up in the clocktower were just moving to half past, I was right on time. My eyes roaming the people outside it. Most just wandering along, from one place to another. A few tourists posing for photos. A couple of teenagers, presumably waiting for friends. Then I saw him.

I was certain it was him. Black shirt and a white tie, who else could it be. His bearing, everything about him seemed to resonate as familiar somehow. Licking my lips tentatively I walked towards him, catching his eye as I did so and smiling genuinely as I reached him.
"Good evening, Sir..." I bowed my head ever so slightly before looking back up into his eyes. "I am Mystere..."

 

[Sir_Roger]

I knew that it was her, the moment that I set eyes upon the cab. It slowed, finally stopping about ten yards from where I stood.
I watched as she paid the driver, while straining her head to look around for me. Of course I did not wave, her task was to find me, and to please me. As she stepped from her carriage, I knew that she had pleased me. The midnight blue dress, the thigh length opening, and matching high heels, all set off by the contrasting pashmina. My new submissive had style, and no mistake. I watched as she looked at all the faces, and then, she spotted me, and smiled, hurrying towards me, without seeming to rush. Her presence almost floating forwards, on a wave of promise, as she moved, to meet her destiny.

Her eyes lowered, as she finally made herself known to me,

"Good evening, Sir... I am Mystere..."

I reached out, touching her doft hair, close to her temple. I held it between my second and third fingers, slowly moving them downwards as her silky strands slid between them.

"Yes, I am aware of who you are Mystere, and I compliment you on heeding SIr`s warning about your dress. First things first though, before we walk to our destination. If you are wearing any underwear, any at all, you will remove it, here, and now. SIr will not tolerate the wearing of underwear, unless he specifically requests it, for some special play."

I waited, she neither responded, nor made any kind of physical move, now I smiled at her.

"It would seem to me my dear, that you understand your Sir, and his desires exceedingly well. A fact that wil not be forgotten, I can assure you. Now then, we have a short walk to Romario`s Italian Restaurant, and as we walk, you may tell Sir about your day. And how it feels to have been orgasm free for a few days. Be graphic, and SIr may give you your release far sooner than you expected Mystere. Sir likes graphic, and loud, in Sir`s enjoyment of His submissive."

 

[Britwitch]

"Yes, I am aware of who you are Mystere, and I compliment you on heeding SIr`s warning about your dress. First things first though, before we walk to our destination. If you are wearing any underwear, any at all, you will remove it, here, and now. SIr will not tolerate the wearing of underwear, unless he specifically requests it, for some special play."
I paused, a slightly shy smile upon my lips. The dress' neckline meant a bra was unsuitable and I had forgone panties almost as an afterthought. I had suspected he might wish such a thing and it seemed I was right to have done so.

"It would seem to me my dear, that you understand your Sir, and his desires exceedingly well. A fact that wil not be forgotten, I can assure you. Now then, we have a short walk to Romario`s Italian Restaurant, and as we walk, you may tell Sir about your day. And how it feels to have been orgasm free for a few days. Be graphic, and SIr may give you your release far sooner than you expected Mystere. Sir likes graphic, and loud, in Sir`s enjoyment of His submissive."
"Yes Sir, thankyou..." I took his offered arm and began to walk alongside him. "My day has mainly been spent preparing for this evening, for this moment...I am glad I have not disappointed..."

"The last few days have passed slowly, agonisingly so. My body has been in a state of arousal ever since I first read Your advertisment. My sex wet and aching to be touched, felt...filled." I bit my lower lip slightly as beneath my dress my pussy seemed to respond to my words, almost tingling and it's dampness spreading onto my thighs a little.

"I have wanted so very much to fondle and stroke my nipples, they are very sensitive Sir. I have been known to orgasm through having them touched alone...but I resisted. I wanted so much more to be able to please you with my actions as much as with my appearance..." My voice quiet, but not a whisper. Should passers by choose to try and listen in they would hear the private, personal details I was sharing but that was a risk I was willing to take.

"In the shower, this afternoon, I had to use all of my reserve...the temptation to stroke myself, penetrate myself while I shaved my sex was so strong. My nipples hard and stiff beneath the water, my sex freshly shaven and so so smooth..." My eyes flickered slightly as my voice grew a little huskier. "But I managed to overcome my urges, Sir, I have saved myself...for You..." My words tailed off as we neared the restaurant, the skirt swishing around my bare legs as we walked. Strands of my hair dancing in the light breeze that played with the fringing along the edges of the shawl.

 

[Sir_Roger]

Had we both been handed a thousands light bulbs each, as Mystere spoke her sexially laden words to me, her Master. Then the sky around us would have been illuminated for a thousand miles in all directions.
The electricity between us, the sexual tension, it had exceeded all of my expectations.
And Yes, I was a happy man, a very happy man.

We at last reached, and entered the restaurant, ewhere the meeter and greeter showed us to our table. We ordered our drinks, and the waiter left us with the menu`s to peruse.

As soon as he was out of earshot, I took Mystere`s menu from her, laying them both on the table, and spoke quietly to her.

"I will be totally frank, and honest with you now Mystere. You have surprised me, in the most beautiful way possible, with your attitude, and yes, your devotion. Considering the short time that we have known each other it really is quite remarkable."

I looked into her eyes as they raised to meet mine, and held her gaze while I continued.

"With hindsight, I know now that I should have invited you to my home this evening, and taken you. Yes, Sir uses the word Take. For this is now what we both want, you know it, I know it, and soon it will happen.
Trust me, if being arrested could be avoided, I would have you bent over this rable right now, with my cock buried in your dripping sex."

Her eyes almost glazed over at my words, which I realised were in one way a little perverse and cruel. Considering her celibacy of the last few days, so to speak.

"Open you lega Mystere, as wide as you can, and come for Me,NOW"

 

[Britwitch]

The restaurant was classy and well decorated, the tables seeming somehow private and unquestionably intimate within the soft lighting and light music in the background. I smiled as Sir helped me into my seat, allowing him to order drinks for us both. Receiving my menu from the waiter with a muted thankyou, allowing an appreciatory smile to curve my lips as I glanced at the contents. Not that I had doubted it would be the case, but he obviously had wonderful taste.

I felt him pull the meny from my fingertips, causing my eyes to rise curiously to meet his as he leant a little closer.
"I will be totally frank, and honest with you now Mystere. You have surprised me, in the most beautiful way possible, with your attitude, and yes, your devotion..."
I felt myself blush and my eyes fell to my lap for a moment or two while I tried to maintain my composure. I had been on the receiving end of my share of compliments but it was the almost bluntness with which these words were delivered that made them all the more meaningful.

I didn't doubt that He could become as vociferous as I if he were truly overwhelmed by something, and I hoped that someday soon I might be able to overwhelm him enough to hear him speak to me with the passion and desire I could sense radiating from him.

"Considering the short time that we have known each other it really is quite remarkable...With hindsight, I know now that I should have invited you to my home this evening, and taken you. Yes, Sir uses the word Take. For this is now what we both want, you know it, I know it, and soon it will happen.
Trust me, if being arrested could be avoided, I would have you bent over this rable right now, with my cock buried in your dripping sex."
My eyes widened, my lips parting and an unstoppable whimper leaving my mouth, I had to bite my lower lip in an attempt to prevent any more sounds leaving. The idea of him taking me in such a way, with such dominance and control and unquestionnable lust. My already aching sex all but exploding at the image filling my mind.

"Open you legs Mystere, as wide as you can, and come for Me,NOW"
My thighs were parting before he could issue the instruction a second time. The rippling, bubbling passions within me that I had been fighting against releasing for the last few days came to head quickly and almost caught me off my guard. But even in the rush of orgasmic bliss that was charging towards me, I felt part of my mind acting of it's own accord. His words about his slut and being vocal during sexual activity. Surely he didn't wish me to scream my head off in the middle of a public place but I wanted to show him that I had remembered his wishes for my behaviour as well as show him that I was obeying his words.

I reached across to take hold of his hand, my eyes alive with lust as I whimpered quietly,
"Th-thankyou, Sir" Before swiftly lifting his palm to my mouth and pressing it to my lips. To a passerby or the waiter it would almost appear as if I was kissing his palm, a romantic, touching act. When in fact his palm was muting the cries and moans falling like rushing water from my mouth, he could hear them, I know he could and should he wish, he could remove his hand and share them with the other patrons and the staff as my own hands lowered to grip the seat beneath me.

My back arched and my hips were jerking beneath the table, my eyes growing brighter with excitement as they held his gaze. After a few moments, the heady rush began to subside and I tentatively kissed his palm with trembling lips, my cheeks flushed and my sex dripping even more than before. Within my dress, my nipples were aching and almost visible through the stiff fabric of the dress. My head light and heart racing, barely able to believe how swiftly and strongly my body had reacted to his words.

 

[Sir_Roger]

The orgasm, delivered upon demand, was all that I had visualised, and more.
Mystere had grabbed my hand, whispering weakly to me,

"Th-thankyou, Sir"

Then she moved my hand to her face, an attempt to control any noise that might escape from her lips.

She jerked, and shuddered, at times almost biting my palm in her ecstasy. The bright eyes of earlier, now almost cosmic in their glow. All of this confirmed what I ha dalready realised, that in Mystere, I had found someone very special. Not only was she submissive, she understood exactly what being a submissive was about. Not as some seem to think, being told every single thing that she was to do. No, it was more about the relationship, the building of it. The mutual trust, that would come from exprerience. It was still too early to think too far into the future, but, it certainly seemed to have a rosy glow to it.

"Beautiful Mystere, simply beautiful. A woman`s orgasm,for her man, at his command! There can be no greater offering my dear, an offering that I, your Master, accept with the utmost pleasure.
Sir now desires His sub more then ever, and, I have made a decision. I will not drive us to my home after we have eaten"

I noticed that her eyes seemed to drop a fraction, and continued.

"The journeyy woiuld be torture, 45 minutes of having you alone, and unable to take what now is mine. Instead I will have the Maitre`D order us a limo, and we can relax on the way home, totaally and completely Mystere, in perfect privacy."

I picked up an empty champagne flute, and handed it to her.

"And now, ou will anoint Sir`s wineglass, with the fruits of your desires, the nectars of your excitement, and bring it to his lips, for Him to taste."

 

[Britwitch]

"Beautiful Mystere, simply beautiful. A woman`s orgasm,for her man, at his command! There can be no greater offering my dear, an offering that I, your Master, accept with the utmost pleasure.
Sir now desires His sub more then ever, and, I have made a decision. I will not drive us to my home after we have eaten"
I tried not to show the disappointment that stabbed at my heart but I knew my eyes had fallen a little short of his as he spoke about not taking the pair of us his to his house. Convinced that I had somehow let him down.

"The journey would be torture, 45 minutes of having you alone, and unable to take what now is mine. Instead I will have the Maitre`D order us a limo, and we can relax on the way home, totally and completely Mystere, in perfect privacy."
"Thankyou, Sir...that sounds wonderful..." My mouth smiling broadly as my eyes returned to meet his. My stomach tingling with fresh excitement at what such a journey would involve, chiding myself for even doubting for the briefest moment that the connection I was certain he felt as much as I did was not as strong as it appeared.

"And now, you will anoint Sir`s wineglass, with the fruits of your desires, the nectars of your excitement, and bring it to his lips, for Him to taste."
I took the champagne flute with a muted,
"Of course, Sir..." and, after giving an almost cursory glance around our table to ensure the waiter was no where near, I swiftly took it beneath the table's surface.

The glass was smooth and cool as I took it between my widely spread thighs, smiling almost coyly across the table at him as I pressed it to my sex. Carefully running the rim across my slightly puffy and definitely moist lips, coating it in the honey that the orgasm had drawn forth from within me. After a moment or two, I carefully lifted the delicate glass back above the table and offered it to him, with another slight bow of my head. The rim sparkling slightly in the candlelight.
"I hope it, and i, meets with Your approval, Sir..." I said softly, watching as his fingers curled around the slender stem of the glass, my imagination already wondering how those fingers would feel against my skin.