Part One :

I know your name. I know where you live, what you do for a living, what you drive. I know what foods are your favorite, what music you listen to, and what turns you on. I know you have a dog, for I heard him barking in the backdrop the last meter we spoke on the phone. I know you 're fill up to your female parent, and your father passed away 6 years ago.

We have had only 3 earpiece calls after talking almost constantly over the internet for the past 6 month. It has given my brain metre to memorize the note and cadences of your interpreter : A medium-deep barytone that makes me quiver in pleasure every time I hear it, makes my body anticipate all the thing we have talked about doing to each other. ( You mainly doing things to me, since you are the more dominant one. )

You have answered every question I have asked with an even, patient tint ... save one : you will not secern me what you look like.
When I asked you why, you said you prefer to stay secret in that department..I must allow in, the curiosity is driving me insane. I have never been much for the subterfuge date thing, but somehow this is different.

Despite the chilly, late-October air I am wearing an turnout I would never wear for any early occasion : blackness old-school fighting thrill, red and melanize striped windsock that go just past my knees ; the eternal rest of my branch are covered in black fishnet and disappear under my melanize, pleated canvas bird that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the side. ( A nod to my Celtic root word )
This skirt is so short that if I were to bend over at all it would give the cosmopolitan public a great view of what nature graced me with.

Above the skirt is a black silky stays with straps, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accentuate my fair-complected face, scattered with freckle and produce my blue air oculus stand out. My farsighted, red hairsbreadth is up in a loose knotted bun.

I consider myself to be a switching. I can be dominant when the humour calls for it, especially with another female person. However, I must include I am on the submissive face when it comes to men. I love stiff, dominant men. I love it when a man blazes a flavor into my oculus, grabs the book binding of my psyche and owns the candy kiss he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into bliss ....

The cell phone chiming in my bag jounce me out of my reverie. It is you, sending me a message. As contrive, I am in front of the dancing club we agreed to meet at. I have arrived early enough to give myself feel desperate, over-eager, and pathetic. I am excited and nervous, and the thud of the music from inside the order is matching beat for pulse with my thudding sum. I heart-to-heart my telephone and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My eyes open encompassing in surprise. I thought you would see me outside the club..this puts me on bound, since I do n't know what you look like. How am I supposed to find you ? My agitation and nervousness goes up a notch, as I realize this is character of a game, part of your mystique.

Well ? What are you waiting for ? Get your ass in there and get him ! Do n't be a doormat ! chides the voice in my head. I square my shoulders and walk through the incoming of the club. I am immediately overwhelmed by the berth. I have only been here once before, and it was a wild, drunken night with some acquaintance I only half-remember ... and I certainly do n't call up it being so loud, or so dark.

A slow, thumping dubstep reading of nine-spot inch Nail 's `` finisher '' is echoing through the backpack main room. There are couples elevated up in John Milton Cage Jr., and on the huge dance trading floor a packed crowd gyrates to the meter. Bright, particoloured luminance are everywhere, the DJ a distant silhouette in the back. Private tables and stall ring the perimeter of the club, and a back-lit ice and marble bar dominates the opposite side.

I look around the room. There are people of all variety, though this nightclub favors the kinkier side of the community..I see leather and PVC of all colors. warp, chains, collars and cat-o-nine tails. There 's a sprinkling of `` normal-looking '' people in here, but even they are dressed to kill.

There are several masses who could possibly be you..but looking around, I just do n't have sex. I decide to get a boozing while I am figuring things out, so I walk up to the bar. I am eyed by respective people, male and female, but this does n't bother me. As the bartender ( a muscular, shirtless man wearing a collar ) sets my drinkable in nominal head of me, he eyes me. `` You must be Rhea. ``

I almost inhale the alcohol I am drinking and stare back at him. `` Who 's asking ? ``
'' You did come in here to conform to someone, did n't you ? ``
'' Well, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in Private way Three. Do n't worry, your drinks have been taken care of, `` he waves away my attempt at payment.
'' Um, OK..thanks, `` I say, and make my way toward the back, past the restrooms and down a peg down corridor.

I arrive at a red door marked, individual room ternary. My nitty-gritty is thundering in my chest, I am about to meet you face to look. Should I knock ? Of line not, dazed, says my brain. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a deep breathing space, and give the door.

voice Two

The room, though tastefully furnished, seems to be empty. I look around. There are two couches, one facing the early, each with their own side table. I cross to one of these and set down my beverage. There is titillating art hanging on the walls, lots of shock on the story, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was buck private elbow room tercet, right ? I walk back to the door, give it and see to support this was indeed the right room, but before I can release back around a silky blindfold, cool to the skin senses is placed over my center. I make a surprised randomness ; not a whimper, not quite a scream, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, quiet down, '' croons a very associate voice. It 's you, stealthy devil that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can get word the smile in your voice. `` Come with me. ``

Still breathing heavily, I can feel myself being led back into the room, guided to somewhere in the center of it, if I have my aim correct. Any attempt to verbalize is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a good little sub and rest quiet. let me have a proper feel at you. ``
Sub ? I think. I guess I 've been given my theatrical role in this. I sense you slowly circling me. I ca n't see your eyes, but I can feel them all over me. I feel au naturel and scupper, but your voice is making my red silk panty damp. You run a finger across the back of my cervix, making me moan.
'' Very nice. I am instill with you, so far, '' you say. I can feel you step in front of me, the smell of you mixed with your cologne heady in my nostrils. You smell so goodness, and it 's making me frail by the second. My hands are not bound, and I want to snap up you and kiss you ... but I sense that is not allowed.

You take my hands and lead me over to one English of the room. `` Put your hands down in straw man of you, '' your voice has changed. This is a bidding, not a postulation. I comply, and my fingers touch fabric. It is the back of one of the couch. `` Hmm, let me see what we have here, ''

You bend me over the lounge, spreading my feet apart with your own. I can feel you slide a helping hand up the back of my leg, over the inside of my thigh and between my legs.
'' Someone 's excited, '' your fingers slip my now wet panties aside, and you start rubbing my bare pussy from behind ... I start to breathe heavier and moan. It does n't take long for your fingers to get slippery, and you thrust two digit up into me, making me gasp in pleasure. I can feel my button harden, my walls getting tighter. All this anticipation and delight is gon na hold me come, and I start bucking against your hired man. I can feel your lips on my ear, your hardened hammer pressing up against my ass. `` You like that ? ``

'' Mmmmhmm, '' is all I can say. I am about to peak in orgasm, and your hand is quickly removed, leaving me hanging and gasping.
'' Not quite yet, '' you say, but I ca n't help it. One of my helping hand is sliding down my scanty to finish what you so skillfully started ... and tie roughly behind my backrest with the other. `` Naughty girl, '' you chide.

The grueling crack across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the hotshot of stinging bother on my cheek, unify with my throbbing pussy makes my brain want to detonate. I have never felt this before and I absolutely love it.

'' Do it again, '' the whimper has escaped my lip before I can realize it. `` Please, '' I beg.
The second offer ( on the other cheek ) makes me groan even harder.

'' number around. '' Your voice is hard, commanding. `` Get on your knees, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an instant later your surd cock fills my oral fissure. You are long and girthy, and it is difficult to suck in, but relaxing the muscle in my throat helps. You have one hand on the back of my head, the other traveling bag my arm. You thrust in and out of my mouth, increasing the deepness and the gait slowly. Just as I start feeling my jaw is going to unhinge itself, you give a farseeing oink and your come filling my mouth. I have no choice but to get down, I do n't need it making a mess..and my mother did always say that spitting was unladylike.
You polish off your still-hard cock from my back talk and I can feel you smile down at me.
'' Good girlfriend, ''