ladyadonia30
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When I was a young girl, the age where sex was a mystery and fantasy took
over my mind, I would lie in bed at night and imagine what sex would be like.
In my world, I imagined things differently. Instead of traditional sex,
something I read in my mothers forbidden books, or things I would see in the
brothers porn magazine, I would imagine me being helpless, taken by a
stranger. One of my most visited fantasies included being kidnapped by a
Doctor with a sex crave, or a handsome stranger. I would be tied up, gagged
and deflowered. Perhaps my fantasies or ideas of sex were abnormal and
weird, but they were mine.
I dated a few guys through high school and my first year of college.
They were the average jock, into themselves and what they candidly
called, “busting a nut.” I never felt comfortable enough to discuss my
fantasies with them, for one, they were not usual, for two, what guy would
think it was fun?
It was my second year in college, the year of my discovery. I was
in the old library doing research for a microbiology project that was due. I
was bored reading about disease causing organisms, and typed into the
search engine on the computer, “Bondage and rape.” It brought up a bunch
of pornographic pages so I refined my search to “BDSM.” It was there that I
leaned what a sex slave was, safe words, bondage tape, ball gag, all of that
was. It was intriguing to me. I found an online community in the Pittsburgh
area where people with like minds come to meet. I figured it would be
harmless to put up a profile of me, so when I got to my dorm, a more private
area, I filled out a profile and posted a picture of me.
I was amazed with how many emails I got and replies to my profile.
It was a little alarming how some of these people would go out of their way,
out of state, to meet a total stranger to have some odd sexual fantasy
fulfilled. I had females, couples, men that wanted to be dominated and men
wanting to dominate. I was more interested in the men wanting to dominate,
that’s why I focused my emails on Cutter. That was his handle on the
website. Our emails began as simple, informal and really not too informative
but within a month, our emails became a daily thing, then we began to chat
on AOL. I looked forward to the chats and I discovered parts about me that I
did not know I had. For instance, I had a knack for writing erotic chats and
got aroused by it. I was very flirtatious; it was amazing how chatting to
someone on a computer can bring out the most hidden treasures of one’s
persona.
Cutter educated me on his domination techniques, and was able to
convey to me he was gentle by nature but commanding enough to ‘get the
job done.’ He made me want to try it; he made it sound like fun. I often got
aroused thinking of how he could take me, dominate me, make me beg for his
touch.
After several months of daily chat, we both wanted to meet in
person. He lived just outside of Pittsburgh and was familiar with the city. I
was not so familiar; I was just going to college there. I contemplated the
gathering for a long time. I was telling none of my friends about my
interaction with Cutter. I knew they would think I was a nut case and
endangering myself. I knew that if I told any of them, even the closest of
them, they would no longer view me the way they did.
My own concerns were there as well. What if he turned out to be a
psycho killer? I saw shows like, “America’s most wanted,” and “Cops,”
and “Unsolved Mysteries.” I knew what the dangers were, but that sort of
added to the excitement of it all. I had no expectations from this meeting, in
fact, was under the impression it was just going to see each other, nothing sexual.
We decided to meet in a public club; LaGa, a gothic, industrial,
fetish club in the heart of Pittsburgh. There was this fun store called Pulse
that I went into during my break between classes. It had interesting fetish
type clothing from pleather, vinyl, leather, and silk with fish net. I wanted to
look innocent so I eyed this gothic dress that had a very low V neck and a
thick leather band or faux belt around the waist. It was black, and ‘cool.’
It was Saturday night, October 10th, the day before my birthday,
when we set our date. I was nervous all day, worried that he won’t like how I
look as we have never seen one another or heard each other’s voices. I was
worried that my fuller hour glass figure would turn him off and he would never
call me back. I was worried like a teenager. I ate nothing the entire day.
Amanda, my college friend, called me to see what I was up to, she and a
bunch of the other girls were going out dancing, and I told her I had to
study. She would think nothing of it; I often turned them down to study.
I funked my hair into a sassy style, put on the only make up I wore,
mascara and spritzed my body with my favorite scented musk. I approved
my self in the mirror and looked at the clock. I had less than ten minutes to
run around the block to meet Cutter, outside of the club.
I believe I arrived two minutes before 8. I didn’t know what Cutter
looked like, he told me he would be wearing black. Well in this club and city,
everyone wore black. I scanned the clusters of people in front of the club,
searched up and down the side walk and saw no one that resembled his
description.
I stood there, looking like a lost tourist for about five minutes when
hands covered my eyes.
“I’ve been watching you,” said a soft masculine voice.
“Did you like what you see,” I nervously replied, hoping this was
cutter and not some whack job.
“Indeed,” he replied. He then let go of my eyes and turned me
around to face him.
He was about 5 foot seven or so, brown hair, glasses, and a slender
build. He was older than I that made him even more appealing. He wore black
leather pants and a black t-shirt. It was nice to look at on him, the leather
pants. Shows certain bulges that jeans just don’t reveal.
He looked me up and down and raised a brow before saying, “Wow, you look fabulous.”
He seemed pleased and his eyes kept returning to my full D cup
breasts.
“My real name is Tim by the way, you look beautiful,” he extended
his hand to me.
“Lynn,” I said as I felt my face blush and shook his hand.
Granted we were strangers to one another, but we talked of
intimate things which made us also familiar with one another. I knew things
about him that others do not know, as well as him knowing my deep fantasies
of being spanked, raped, and taken. We knew of each other’s expectations
and that was important for us to establish before we met, building up a
certain level of trust.
“Shall we,” he asked. I nodded and followed his lead into the club.
The dance floor was moderately full of dancers, tables were
clustered with casual socialites and drinkers and there were curtained rooms
behind the bar area that seemed to be quite popular. Cutter and I sipped at
our drinks and chatted about basic every day life things, my attention kept
moving to the curtained rooms.
“What do you think is back there,” I asked him.
He grinned at my naivety and said, “I know what’s back there, and
you do too,” he sipped on his drink, keeping his eyes on mine.
“Oh,” I grinned and smiled, feeling a little foolish. “I figured there
would be doors up rather than curtains,” I added.
“There are doors,” he said reassuringly. “Do you want to go back there?”
His directness was surprising. For some reason, I assumed he would
be more prone to feel me out before asking me to go back there. I liked his
attitude, much to my surprise.
I looked back at the curtained rooms and watched a few people
going in, coming out, some women were wearing next to nothing but leather
straps around their breasts and groin, toting their love slaves on a short
chain leash. Others wore masks made of leather with zipper mouths and
choke collars, clutching flogging paddles and whips in their hands. My heart
leapt in my chest briefly, adrenaline was telling me yes but the shy side of
me was saying wait.
“Have a few more drinks sweetie,” Tim said as he touched my
hand, “Then we can discuss the ‘back rooms’,” his eyes grew large as though
he was speaking of a scary monster.
“So chatting with you is wonderful,” he began saying. “You have no
idea just how aroused I get just talking to you. We don’t even have to be
talking about sex and I am aroused. Hell, I’ve never seen your face and just
knowing you through the emails and chats, I want you,” He was still holding
my hand and at this point, he moved it from the table to his groin. I felt the
hardness of his arousal pressing through the already constricting confines of
his leather pants.
I smiled, blushed and said nothing. I looked into his eyes and
gripped at his cock. I felt this dull ache in my own loins, an ache that was
only going to get stronger. At that moment, he said, “It is time.”
He stood up and directed me to do the same. He then, still
clutching my wrist, lead me to the bar where he leaned into talk to the man
clad in a leather mask who seemed to be guarding the curtained areas. The
music was pulsing some gothic music and my heart was pounding in my ears
yet, I was not going to fight it. I admit to being scared, but I was also quite
aroused.
Tim handed the large stalky man a card and the man nodded,
patted him on the shoulder and handed him a key.
“Let’s go sweetie,” Tim said as he walked past the big man and
headed to the red curtained room. He pushed the curtain aside and behind it
was a door. He unlocked the door and walked in, dragging me behind. It
looked like a locker room. There was a metal bench in the middle of the
narrow room, with five lockers, each numbered. Tim ordered me to sit on the
bench as he fumbled for another key, a locker key. He opened up locker
number 113 and pulled out a large duffle bag. He made a thump noise as he
put it on the floor. He then pulled out a bodice that tied up in the front but
allowed the breasts to hang free. A pair of black leather panties with no
crotch followed and a black blind fold.
“Here,” he said as he tossed them to me. “Put them on.”
Now I knew why he asked for my sizes, I had forgotten he had.
He grabbed his bag and went into another room, there were two
other doors. I sat there for a moment and looked around. It was amazing how
quiet it was in here considering the dance floor was just out side of the
room. I quickly undressed and slipped into the bodice. It was a bit tight, but
that was the point. I put the crotch less panties on once I figured out which
part was the front and which was the back. I giggled at myself for not
knowing. Just as I pulled them up, he came out. He had just his leather pants
on; his arousal was still quite obvious.
“You coming?”
I nodded and walked over to him. I felt embarrassed at first as I
was always self conscious about my naked body. I felt my breasts hung too
low, or were oddly shaped. He looked at me, then my breasts and said “God
you are sexy. Now come,” and he grabbed my hand and led me through the
door.
The room looked like a dungeon. The walls were stone like, and
there were chain cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a raised platform to
meet them. There was a type of spread eagle board that appeared to be
adjustable. A person could lie down or be upright. There was a table set up
with a bunch of metal devices, colorful vibrators, and other things I couldn’t
see. The room was lit with candles, some in chandeliers and others on tables
and wall mounts.
“Holy shit,” I said.
Tim turned and stood before me, his face was stern. “You do not
speak unless told to do so.”
I wanted to grin but knew not to. I was not used to this, and was
afraid I would fail at it. I was nervous and admit tingly was second guessing
my decision to be here. I didn’t feel that I was ready for this.
“Where is the blind fold,” he asked sternly.
“Uh- I “
“Get it now.”
I went back into the locker room and fetched the scarf like blind
fold. I returned and handed it to him. His stare was firm, his lips were pursed
shut and he quickly took the scarf from me and ordered me to turn around. I
obeyed, heart pounding and knees shaking, I obeyed.
He tied it tightly around my eyes, I could see nothing, and felt
comfortable and less self conscious about my naked breasts and not so
perfect figure.
He grabbed my arm and led me about ten steps to my left, where
the suspended cuffs were. He told me to step up with my right, then with my
left and stand still. I felt the cold metal wrap around my right wrist, click
shut tightly, and then the same to my left.
“Spread your legs,” he said as his hand pushed my thighs apart. I
moved my right foot out, then left and felt leather straps get secured around
my ankles. I felt very vulnerable and that aroused me. I felt as I imagined I
would during my self pleasing fantasies that kept me company on my lonely
teen age nights. I was his for the taking and ready.
I felt something soft around my nose, warm on my face. Perhaps his
face was right in front of mine. I didn’t move; I remained statuesque. I felt a
soft touch on my lips, his lips were on mine kissing me so softly, I barely felt
their touch. His lips moved from mine, to my chin where he touched my chin
with his tongue before kissing it, then to the left side of my neck. He sucked
gently on my neck, his hot breath formed gooseflesh on my arms. His lips
moved to the front of my neck then to my right. He nibbled on the right side
before moving his lips back to mine. He kissed me firmly, parting my lips with
his tongue before darting his tongue into my mouth, sucking on my lips and
kissing me deeply. I heard a soft moan escape my throat, which caused him
to stop.
I heard him step down from the platform and walk a few steps
away, 4 to be exact. I heard clanking and rustling of things before he took
four steps back to me. His hands cupped my breasts, bringing them to his
mouth. He sucked my nipple forcefully into his mouth. It hurt but felt
wonderful at the same time. He sucked and nibbled on my large pink nipple
and then he moved to the other breast, doing the same. When he was done
suckling them, I felt something cold and metal clamp down on the left nipple,
then on the right. It hurt at first, sending a stinging pain deep into my
breasts. Shortly after, they began to feel cold and numb.
Tim pressed his body against mine, his bare chest was touching
mine, his leather clad erection pressed into my abdomen, then moved down
and under my moist pussy. I felt him grind his leather clad cock into my wet
pussy, rubbing and dry humping me, making me even more wet. As I groaned
softly, he pulled on my clamped nipples making me screech.
He pulled away and it sounded like he was moving around. The
touch of his tongue on my moist pussy lips surprised me but was welcome.
His tongue danced around my shaven lips and then pushed and prodded at
my hardened clit. As he flicked my clit with his firm tongue, my right leg
jerked a little. He dipped his tongue into my pussy and then he sucked on my
lips, nibbling them and sucking. Standing was difficult so I relaxed my legs,
finding that the suspended cuffs supported me just as well. Tim forced a
finger into my pussy as his tongue teased and prodded at my clit. I tilted my
head back, my arms were beginning to ache from hanging, but the pleasure
below was well worth the ache.
I felt the knotting ache of my climax well in my lower abdomen as
he finger fucked me and tongue lashed my clit. Tim moved his fingers in a
quick and hard fashion, bringing me closer to release. He could tell I was
close, I am not sure how he knew but he stopped. The wave of my climax
was ready to crash, and he stopped, making it subside to a dull ache deep in
my loins.
“Not yet,” he whispered into my ear as he un-cuffed my right hand,
then my left. The pain moved quickly from my elbows to my shoulders, then
subsided as I wiggled them a little.
Tim grabbed my arm and led me down from the platform and over to
my right about ten steps. He instructed me to step up and turn around until
I felt something at the back of my thighs. He then instructed me to sit; then
he eased me to lie down. I was on the spread eagle table. He secured my
ankles first, then my wrists.
He tightened the clamps on my nipples, introducing a new pain to
them. The pain was hot and searing, and did not abate like before.
“Ouch,” I said sharply.
Tim put his hand over my mouth and told me not to speak. He then
whipped me, with what sounded and felt like a whip, right across the chest.
“You will get more if you speak so don’t. Be a good girl.”
I felt a cold object between my legs. It touched my pussy lips
before forcing through them and deep into my pussy. It hurt at first, it felt
large but after a few strokes, it felt marvelous. Tim moved it in and out in a
slow rhythmic pattern. He did so for just a few short moments, I did my best
to hide my satisfaction.
“Do you like that,” he asked.
I nodded. He shoved it in hard and repeated his question.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes?”
“Yes master,” I said near climax.
He stopped, leaving me with the familiar dull ache. The table
wiggled as I felt him climb on. I heard him unzip something, his pants maybe.
I heard skin touching skin, maybe he was stroking his cock. I then felt it at
my lips, something warm.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” he ordered.
Tim straddled my chest and grabbed my hair, pulling my face up and
forward. I stuck my tongue out, he wiggled his cock against my tongue
before telling me to put my tongue back in but keep my mouth open. He
pulled on my bangs, giving me a new pain to focus on; the pain on my nipples
was finally dulling. He moved his cock slowly into my mouth. It seemed
rather large; it filled my mouth and touched my throat easily. I felt myself
want to gag but was able to hold back the urge. He moved his cock slowly in
and out of my mouth; I cushioned my teeth with my lips so they didn’t
scrape him. He groaned softly as he continued to fuck my mouth gently. He
pushed his cock as deep as he could into my throat, through stifled gags, I
took him in. He moved more forcefully and quickly in and out of my mouth and
throat, he groaned louder and then stopped.
“How do you want me,” he asked.
Before I could answer, I felt his mouth on my pussy again. He
sucked on my lips, and fingered my pussy.
“I want you,” I said.
“What,” he asked as he shoved three fingers deep into my pussy
and pressed on my clit with his tongue.
“Oh god,” I said as I felt that ache come back and the climactic
wave close in.
“No,” he barked as he forced another finger into my pussy and
pulled on my clamped nipple.
“I want you,” I said as I nearly came.
He stopped, just before I could release the ache that has been
inside of me since we began. Each time it became stronger, more apparent.
He tugged on both nipples, sending pain from my breasts to my back.
“How do you want me,” he said again.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “I want you inside of me, fucking
me.”
“Very well,” he said. The table lowered, and he pushed my legs
farther apart. I felt him rub what I thought to be his cock, around my pussy
lips, teasing them as his thumb rubbed my clit. He stuck the object in just
half an inch, and then pulled out. His thumb continued to massage my clit in
a circular and firm motion. He then shoved it in me all of the way and held it
in there, not moving. It was his cock, was warm and softer than a vibrator
or dildo, but firm. He filled me, and held himself there as he pulled on my
clamped nipples. He then moved in and out slowly, as though savoring each
thrust. His thumb continued to manipulate my clit as he moved in and out at
a faster pace.
He began thrusting harder inside of me, and faster. I felt myself on
the verge of release when he gave my nipple clamps a good firm tug. The
sensations of his cock inside of me and the pain sent me over the edge as I
released in a spasmodic pulse onto his cock. I felt my body grow rigid as I
came and he stopped moving.
“Good girl, let it go, let it all go,” he said as I continued to come on
his cock. I never had an orgasm like it, my legs quivered and my body
convulsed. I thought I was done but as he moved inside of me again and
pulled on the clamped nipples, I came again, this time it was harder.
“Oh my Gawwwd,” I screamed in ecstasy.
“Jesus,” Tim said as he pulled out. I felt fluid rush out of me with
each wave of the orgasm; I heard it hit the floor.
When the wave subsided, Tim entered me again. He forcefully
thrust into me, pulling on my nipple clamps and thrusting himself to his own
near climax. He pulled out and lowered the table even more, walked up to
my head and took my blind fold off. He gripped his cock firmly and gave it a
few hard strokes before telling me to open my mouth. He shoved it into my
mouth and fucked my face some more.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned as he pumped his cock into my mouth. He
then pulled out, gripped his cock and pulled my hair, lifting my head off the
table. With a few strokes of his cock, he shot his cum on my face.
“Goddamn,” he said as he jerked his warm seed all over my face. It
hit me like warm thick syrup.
When all was said and done, we were quite pleased with each
other. I knew there would be more of this in our future.
over my mind, I would lie in bed at night and imagine what sex would be like.
In my world, I imagined things differently. Instead of traditional sex,
something I read in my mothers forbidden books, or things I would see in the
brothers porn magazine, I would imagine me being helpless, taken by a
stranger. One of my most visited fantasies included being kidnapped by a
Doctor with a sex crave, or a handsome stranger. I would be tied up, gagged
and deflowered. Perhaps my fantasies or ideas of sex were abnormal and
weird, but they were mine.
I dated a few guys through high school and my first year of college.
They were the average jock, into themselves and what they candidly
called, “busting a nut.” I never felt comfortable enough to discuss my
fantasies with them, for one, they were not usual, for two, what guy would
think it was fun?
It was my second year in college, the year of my discovery. I was
in the old library doing research for a microbiology project that was due. I
was bored reading about disease causing organisms, and typed into the
search engine on the computer, “Bondage and rape.” It brought up a bunch
of pornographic pages so I refined my search to “BDSM.” It was there that I
leaned what a sex slave was, safe words, bondage tape, ball gag, all of that
was. It was intriguing to me. I found an online community in the Pittsburgh
area where people with like minds come to meet. I figured it would be
harmless to put up a profile of me, so when I got to my dorm, a more private
area, I filled out a profile and posted a picture of me.
I was amazed with how many emails I got and replies to my profile.
It was a little alarming how some of these people would go out of their way,
out of state, to meet a total stranger to have some odd sexual fantasy
fulfilled. I had females, couples, men that wanted to be dominated and men
wanting to dominate. I was more interested in the men wanting to dominate,
that’s why I focused my emails on Cutter. That was his handle on the
website. Our emails began as simple, informal and really not too informative
but within a month, our emails became a daily thing, then we began to chat
on AOL. I looked forward to the chats and I discovered parts about me that I
did not know I had. For instance, I had a knack for writing erotic chats and
got aroused by it. I was very flirtatious; it was amazing how chatting to
someone on a computer can bring out the most hidden treasures of one’s
persona.
Cutter educated me on his domination techniques, and was able to
convey to me he was gentle by nature but commanding enough to ‘get the
job done.’ He made me want to try it; he made it sound like fun. I often got
aroused thinking of how he could take me, dominate me, make me beg for his
touch.
After several months of daily chat, we both wanted to meet in
person. He lived just outside of Pittsburgh and was familiar with the city. I
was not so familiar; I was just going to college there. I contemplated the
gathering for a long time. I was telling none of my friends about my
interaction with Cutter. I knew they would think I was a nut case and
endangering myself. I knew that if I told any of them, even the closest of
them, they would no longer view me the way they did.
My own concerns were there as well. What if he turned out to be a
psycho killer? I saw shows like, “America’s most wanted,” and “Cops,”
and “Unsolved Mysteries.” I knew what the dangers were, but that sort of
added to the excitement of it all. I had no expectations from this meeting, in
fact, was under the impression it was just going to see each other, nothing sexual.
We decided to meet in a public club; LaGa, a gothic, industrial,
fetish club in the heart of Pittsburgh. There was this fun store called Pulse
that I went into during my break between classes. It had interesting fetish
type clothing from pleather, vinyl, leather, and silk with fish net. I wanted to
look innocent so I eyed this gothic dress that had a very low V neck and a
thick leather band or faux belt around the waist. It was black, and ‘cool.’
It was Saturday night, October 10th, the day before my birthday,
when we set our date. I was nervous all day, worried that he won’t like how I
look as we have never seen one another or heard each other’s voices. I was
worried that my fuller hour glass figure would turn him off and he would never
call me back. I was worried like a teenager. I ate nothing the entire day.
Amanda, my college friend, called me to see what I was up to, she and a
bunch of the other girls were going out dancing, and I told her I had to
study. She would think nothing of it; I often turned them down to study.
I funked my hair into a sassy style, put on the only make up I wore,
mascara and spritzed my body with my favorite scented musk. I approved
my self in the mirror and looked at the clock. I had less than ten minutes to
run around the block to meet Cutter, outside of the club.
I believe I arrived two minutes before 8. I didn’t know what Cutter
looked like, he told me he would be wearing black. Well in this club and city,
everyone wore black. I scanned the clusters of people in front of the club,
searched up and down the side walk and saw no one that resembled his
description.
I stood there, looking like a lost tourist for about five minutes when
hands covered my eyes.
“I’ve been watching you,” said a soft masculine voice.
“Did you like what you see,” I nervously replied, hoping this was
cutter and not some whack job.
“Indeed,” he replied. He then let go of my eyes and turned me
around to face him.
He was about 5 foot seven or so, brown hair, glasses, and a slender
build. He was older than I that made him even more appealing. He wore black
leather pants and a black t-shirt. It was nice to look at on him, the leather
pants. Shows certain bulges that jeans just don’t reveal.
He looked me up and down and raised a brow before saying, “Wow, you look fabulous.”
He seemed pleased and his eyes kept returning to my full D cup
breasts.
“My real name is Tim by the way, you look beautiful,” he extended
his hand to me.
“Lynn,” I said as I felt my face blush and shook his hand.
Granted we were strangers to one another, but we talked of
intimate things which made us also familiar with one another. I knew things
about him that others do not know, as well as him knowing my deep fantasies
of being spanked, raped, and taken. We knew of each other’s expectations
and that was important for us to establish before we met, building up a
certain level of trust.
“Shall we,” he asked. I nodded and followed his lead into the club.
The dance floor was moderately full of dancers, tables were
clustered with casual socialites and drinkers and there were curtained rooms
behind the bar area that seemed to be quite popular. Cutter and I sipped at
our drinks and chatted about basic every day life things, my attention kept
moving to the curtained rooms.
“What do you think is back there,” I asked him.
He grinned at my naivety and said, “I know what’s back there, and
you do too,” he sipped on his drink, keeping his eyes on mine.
“Oh,” I grinned and smiled, feeling a little foolish. “I figured there
would be doors up rather than curtains,” I added.
“There are doors,” he said reassuringly. “Do you want to go back there?”
His directness was surprising. For some reason, I assumed he would
be more prone to feel me out before asking me to go back there. I liked his
attitude, much to my surprise.
I looked back at the curtained rooms and watched a few people
going in, coming out, some women were wearing next to nothing but leather
straps around their breasts and groin, toting their love slaves on a short
chain leash. Others wore masks made of leather with zipper mouths and
choke collars, clutching flogging paddles and whips in their hands. My heart
leapt in my chest briefly, adrenaline was telling me yes but the shy side of
me was saying wait.
“Have a few more drinks sweetie,” Tim said as he touched my
hand, “Then we can discuss the ‘back rooms’,” his eyes grew large as though
he was speaking of a scary monster.
“So chatting with you is wonderful,” he began saying. “You have no
idea just how aroused I get just talking to you. We don’t even have to be
talking about sex and I am aroused. Hell, I’ve never seen your face and just
knowing you through the emails and chats, I want you,” He was still holding
my hand and at this point, he moved it from the table to his groin. I felt the
hardness of his arousal pressing through the already constricting confines of
his leather pants.
I smiled, blushed and said nothing. I looked into his eyes and
gripped at his cock. I felt this dull ache in my own loins, an ache that was
only going to get stronger. At that moment, he said, “It is time.”
He stood up and directed me to do the same. He then, still
clutching my wrist, lead me to the bar where he leaned into talk to the man
clad in a leather mask who seemed to be guarding the curtained areas. The
music was pulsing some gothic music and my heart was pounding in my ears
yet, I was not going to fight it. I admit to being scared, but I was also quite
aroused.
Tim handed the large stalky man a card and the man nodded,
patted him on the shoulder and handed him a key.
“Let’s go sweetie,” Tim said as he walked past the big man and
headed to the red curtained room. He pushed the curtain aside and behind it
was a door. He unlocked the door and walked in, dragging me behind. It
looked like a locker room. There was a metal bench in the middle of the
narrow room, with five lockers, each numbered. Tim ordered me to sit on the
bench as he fumbled for another key, a locker key. He opened up locker
number 113 and pulled out a large duffle bag. He made a thump noise as he
put it on the floor. He then pulled out a bodice that tied up in the front but
allowed the breasts to hang free. A pair of black leather panties with no
crotch followed and a black blind fold.
“Here,” he said as he tossed them to me. “Put them on.”
Now I knew why he asked for my sizes, I had forgotten he had.
He grabbed his bag and went into another room, there were two
other doors. I sat there for a moment and looked around. It was amazing how
quiet it was in here considering the dance floor was just out side of the
room. I quickly undressed and slipped into the bodice. It was a bit tight, but
that was the point. I put the crotch less panties on once I figured out which
part was the front and which was the back. I giggled at myself for not
knowing. Just as I pulled them up, he came out. He had just his leather pants
on; his arousal was still quite obvious.
“You coming?”
I nodded and walked over to him. I felt embarrassed at first as I
was always self conscious about my naked body. I felt my breasts hung too
low, or were oddly shaped. He looked at me, then my breasts and said “God
you are sexy. Now come,” and he grabbed my hand and led me through the
door.
The room looked like a dungeon. The walls were stone like, and
there were chain cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a raised platform to
meet them. There was a type of spread eagle board that appeared to be
adjustable. A person could lie down or be upright. There was a table set up
with a bunch of metal devices, colorful vibrators, and other things I couldn’t
see. The room was lit with candles, some in chandeliers and others on tables
and wall mounts.
“Holy shit,” I said.
Tim turned and stood before me, his face was stern. “You do not
speak unless told to do so.”
I wanted to grin but knew not to. I was not used to this, and was
afraid I would fail at it. I was nervous and admit tingly was second guessing
my decision to be here. I didn’t feel that I was ready for this.
“Where is the blind fold,” he asked sternly.
“Uh- I “
“Get it now.”
I went back into the locker room and fetched the scarf like blind
fold. I returned and handed it to him. His stare was firm, his lips were pursed
shut and he quickly took the scarf from me and ordered me to turn around. I
obeyed, heart pounding and knees shaking, I obeyed.
He tied it tightly around my eyes, I could see nothing, and felt
comfortable and less self conscious about my naked breasts and not so
perfect figure.
He grabbed my arm and led me about ten steps to my left, where
the suspended cuffs were. He told me to step up with my right, then with my
left and stand still. I felt the cold metal wrap around my right wrist, click
shut tightly, and then the same to my left.
“Spread your legs,” he said as his hand pushed my thighs apart. I
moved my right foot out, then left and felt leather straps get secured around
my ankles. I felt very vulnerable and that aroused me. I felt as I imagined I
would during my self pleasing fantasies that kept me company on my lonely
teen age nights. I was his for the taking and ready.
I felt something soft around my nose, warm on my face. Perhaps his
face was right in front of mine. I didn’t move; I remained statuesque. I felt a
soft touch on my lips, his lips were on mine kissing me so softly, I barely felt
their touch. His lips moved from mine, to my chin where he touched my chin
with his tongue before kissing it, then to the left side of my neck. He sucked
gently on my neck, his hot breath formed gooseflesh on my arms. His lips
moved to the front of my neck then to my right. He nibbled on the right side
before moving his lips back to mine. He kissed me firmly, parting my lips with
his tongue before darting his tongue into my mouth, sucking on my lips and
kissing me deeply. I heard a soft moan escape my throat, which caused him
to stop.
I heard him step down from the platform and walk a few steps
away, 4 to be exact. I heard clanking and rustling of things before he took
four steps back to me. His hands cupped my breasts, bringing them to his
mouth. He sucked my nipple forcefully into his mouth. It hurt but felt
wonderful at the same time. He sucked and nibbled on my large pink nipple
and then he moved to the other breast, doing the same. When he was done
suckling them, I felt something cold and metal clamp down on the left nipple,
then on the right. It hurt at first, sending a stinging pain deep into my
breasts. Shortly after, they began to feel cold and numb.
Tim pressed his body against mine, his bare chest was touching
mine, his leather clad erection pressed into my abdomen, then moved down
and under my moist pussy. I felt him grind his leather clad cock into my wet
pussy, rubbing and dry humping me, making me even more wet. As I groaned
softly, he pulled on my clamped nipples making me screech.
He pulled away and it sounded like he was moving around. The
touch of his tongue on my moist pussy lips surprised me but was welcome.
His tongue danced around my shaven lips and then pushed and prodded at
my hardened clit. As he flicked my clit with his firm tongue, my right leg
jerked a little. He dipped his tongue into my pussy and then he sucked on my
lips, nibbling them and sucking. Standing was difficult so I relaxed my legs,
finding that the suspended cuffs supported me just as well. Tim forced a
finger into my pussy as his tongue teased and prodded at my clit. I tilted my
head back, my arms were beginning to ache from hanging, but the pleasure
below was well worth the ache.
I felt the knotting ache of my climax well in my lower abdomen as
he finger fucked me and tongue lashed my clit. Tim moved his fingers in a
quick and hard fashion, bringing me closer to release. He could tell I was
close, I am not sure how he knew but he stopped. The wave of my climax
was ready to crash, and he stopped, making it subside to a dull ache deep in
my loins.
“Not yet,” he whispered into my ear as he un-cuffed my right hand,
then my left. The pain moved quickly from my elbows to my shoulders, then
subsided as I wiggled them a little.
Tim grabbed my arm and led me down from the platform and over to
my right about ten steps. He instructed me to step up and turn around until
I felt something at the back of my thighs. He then instructed me to sit; then
he eased me to lie down. I was on the spread eagle table. He secured my
ankles first, then my wrists.
He tightened the clamps on my nipples, introducing a new pain to
them. The pain was hot and searing, and did not abate like before.
“Ouch,” I said sharply.
Tim put his hand over my mouth and told me not to speak. He then
whipped me, with what sounded and felt like a whip, right across the chest.
“You will get more if you speak so don’t. Be a good girl.”
I felt a cold object between my legs. It touched my pussy lips
before forcing through them and deep into my pussy. It hurt at first, it felt
large but after a few strokes, it felt marvelous. Tim moved it in and out in a
slow rhythmic pattern. He did so for just a few short moments, I did my best
to hide my satisfaction.
“Do you like that,” he asked.
I nodded. He shoved it in hard and repeated his question.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes?”
“Yes master,” I said near climax.
He stopped, leaving me with the familiar dull ache. The table
wiggled as I felt him climb on. I heard him unzip something, his pants maybe.
I heard skin touching skin, maybe he was stroking his cock. I then felt it at
my lips, something warm.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” he ordered.
Tim straddled my chest and grabbed my hair, pulling my face up and
forward. I stuck my tongue out, he wiggled his cock against my tongue
before telling me to put my tongue back in but keep my mouth open. He
pulled on my bangs, giving me a new pain to focus on; the pain on my nipples
was finally dulling. He moved his cock slowly into my mouth. It seemed
rather large; it filled my mouth and touched my throat easily. I felt myself
want to gag but was able to hold back the urge. He moved his cock slowly in
and out of my mouth; I cushioned my teeth with my lips so they didn’t
scrape him. He groaned softly as he continued to fuck my mouth gently. He
pushed his cock as deep as he could into my throat, through stifled gags, I
took him in. He moved more forcefully and quickly in and out of my mouth and
throat, he groaned louder and then stopped.
“How do you want me,” he asked.
Before I could answer, I felt his mouth on my pussy again. He
sucked on my lips, and fingered my pussy.
“I want you,” I said.
“What,” he asked as he shoved three fingers deep into my pussy
and pressed on my clit with his tongue.
“Oh god,” I said as I felt that ache come back and the climactic
wave close in.
“No,” he barked as he forced another finger into my pussy and
pulled on my clamped nipple.
“I want you,” I said as I nearly came.
He stopped, just before I could release the ache that has been
inside of me since we began. Each time it became stronger, more apparent.
He tugged on both nipples, sending pain from my breasts to my back.
“How do you want me,” he said again.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “I want you inside of me, fucking
me.”
“Very well,” he said. The table lowered, and he pushed my legs
farther apart. I felt him rub what I thought to be his cock, around my pussy
lips, teasing them as his thumb rubbed my clit. He stuck the object in just
half an inch, and then pulled out. His thumb continued to massage my clit in
a circular and firm motion. He then shoved it in me all of the way and held it
in there, not moving. It was his cock, was warm and softer than a vibrator
or dildo, but firm. He filled me, and held himself there as he pulled on my
clamped nipples. He then moved in and out slowly, as though savoring each
thrust. His thumb continued to manipulate my clit as he moved in and out at
a faster pace.
He began thrusting harder inside of me, and faster. I felt myself on
the verge of release when he gave my nipple clamps a good firm tug. The
sensations of his cock inside of me and the pain sent me over the edge as I
released in a spasmodic pulse onto his cock. I felt my body grow rigid as I
came and he stopped moving.
“Good girl, let it go, let it all go,” he said as I continued to come on
his cock. I never had an orgasm like it, my legs quivered and my body
convulsed. I thought I was done but as he moved inside of me again and
pulled on the clamped nipples, I came again, this time it was harder.
“Oh my Gawwwd,” I screamed in ecstasy.
“Jesus,” Tim said as he pulled out. I felt fluid rush out of me with
each wave of the orgasm; I heard it hit the floor.
When the wave subsided, Tim entered me again. He forcefully
thrust into me, pulling on my nipple clamps and thrusting himself to his own
near climax. He pulled out and lowered the table even more, walked up to
my head and took my blind fold off. He gripped his cock firmly and gave it a
few hard strokes before telling me to open my mouth. He shoved it into my
mouth and fucked my face some more.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned as he pumped his cock into my mouth. He
then pulled out, gripped his cock and pulled my hair, lifting my head off the
table. With a few strokes of his cock, he shot his cum on my face.
“Goddamn,” he said as he jerked his warm seed all over my face. It
hit me like warm thick syrup.
When all was said and done, we were quite pleased with each
other. I knew there would be more of this in our future.
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