voice One :

I know your epithet. I know where you live, what you do for a living, what you drive. I know what food for thought are your deary, what music you listen to, and what turns you on. I know you have a dog, for I heard him barking in the background the last fourth dimension we spoke on the headphone. I know you 're close to your female parent, and your father passed away 6 age ago.

We have had only 3 telephone set vociferation after talking almost constantly over the internet for the yesteryear 6 calendar month. It has given my brain time to memorize the whole tone and meter of your voice : A medium-deep baritone that makes me palpitate in joy every fourth dimension I hear it, makes my body anticipate all the things we have talked about doing to each other. ( You mainly doing things to me, since you are the more prevalent one. )

You have answered every enquiry I have asked with an even, affected role note ... save one : you will not tell me what you look like.
When I asked you why, you said you prefer to stay on occult in that department..I must admit, the oddity is driving me insane. I have never been much for the blind engagement thing, but somehow this is different.

Despite the chilly, late-October air I am wearing an turnout I would never wear off for any early juncture : Black old-school fighting boot, red and shameful striped socks that go just past my genu ; the rest of my legs are covered in disastrous fishnet and disappear under my black, pleated canvas skirt that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the side. ( A nod to my Celtic ascendent )
This skirt is so short that if I were to bend over at all it would give the cosmopolitan populace a gravid view of what nature graced me with.

Above the skirt is a pitch-dark silky corset with straps, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to punctuate my fair-complected face, scattered with freckles and make up my risque oculus stand out. My foresightful, red hair is up in a sluttish knotted bun.

I consider myself to be a switch. I can be predominant when the climate calls for it, especially with another female. However, I must allow I am on the subservient English when it comes to men. I love firm, dominant men. I love it when a man blazes a look into my optic, grabs the back of my head and owns the kiss he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into walking on air ....

The cell phone chiming in my purse jarful me out of my air castle. It is you, sending me a message. As contrive, I am in front of the dance club we agreed to meet at. I have arrived early enough to make myself find dire, over-eager, and pathetic. I am charge and queasy, and the clunk of the music from inside the baseball club is matching measure for beat with my thudding pith. I subject my headphone and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My middle undefendable wide-cut in surprisal. I thought you would fit me outside the club..this puts me on border, since I do n't know what you look like. How am I supposed to find you ? My excitement and nerves goes up a notch, as I realize this is part of a game, part of your mystique.

Well ? What are you waiting for ? Get your ass in there and find him ! Do n't be a wuss ! chides the voice in my head. I square my articulatio humeri and walk through the entering of the guild. I am immediately overwhelmed by the place. I have only been here once before, and it was a wild, drunken night with some friends I only half-remember ... and I certainly do n't retrieve it being so loud, or so dark.

A slow, thumping dubstep variant of ennead Inch Nail 's `` finisher '' is echoing through the jam-packed main elbow room. There are couples elevated up in cages, and on the huge terpsichore level a throng crowd gyrates to the meter. Bright, multi-colored brightness are everywhere, the DJ a distant silhouette in the back. Private mesa and booths ring the circumference of the society, and a back-lit glass and marble bar dominates the inverse side.

I look around the room. There are people of all variety, though this order favors the kinkier side of the community..I see leather and PVC of all coloring. buckle, Ernst Boris Chain, arrest and cat-o-nine tails. There 's a sprinkling of `` normal-looking '' people in here, but even they are dressed to kill.

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

I almost inhale the alcohol I am drinking and gaze back at him. `` Who 's asking ? ``
'' You did come in here to meet soul, did n't you ? ``
'' Well, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in buck private Room Three. Do n't care, your beverage have been taken caution 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 specialise corridor.

I arrive at a red threshold marked, secret elbow room 3. My heart is thundering in my chest, I am about to contact you face to typeface. Should I knock ? Of course not, poor fish, says my brainiac. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a deep hint, and open the door.

function Two

The room, though tastefully furnished, seems to be empty-bellied. I look around. There are two lounge, one facing the other, each with their own side table. I cross to one of these and set down my boozing. There is erotic art hanging on the walls, lots of cushion on the floor, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was common soldier Room tercet, right ? I walk back to the threshold, spread it and look to confirm this was indeed the flop room, but before I can turn back around a silky blindfold, cool to the touch is placed over my eyes. I make a surprise stochasticity ; not a whimper, not quite a riot, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, hushed down, '' croons a very familiar voice. It 's you, stealthy devil that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can listen the smile in your voice. `` seed with me. ``

Still breathing heavily, I can feel myself being led back into the room, guided to somewhere in the middle of it, if I have my bearings correct. Any try to speak is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a honest minuscule sub and stay silence. let me have a proper look at you. ``
Sub ? I think. I guess I 've been given my role in this. I sense you slowly circling me. I ca n't see your optic, but I can finger them all over me. I feel naked and exhibit, but your voice is making my red silk panties damp. You run a finger across the back of my neck, making me moan.
'' Very nice. I am impressed with you, so far, '' you say. I can feel you step in front end of me, the scent of you mixed with your Cologne heady in my nostrils. You smell so good, and it 's making me weaker by the secondment. My mitt are not bound, and I want to grab you and kiss you ... but I sense that is not allowed.

You take my hands and lead me over to one side of the room. `` Put your hands down in nominal head of you, '' your vocalization has changed. This is a command, not a request. I comply, and my fingers reach fabric. It is the spinal column of one of the couches. `` Hmm, let me see what we have here, ''

You bend me over the sofa, spreading my feet apart with your own. I can feel you slide a 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 emit big and moan. It does n't ingest long for your digit to get slippery, and you thrust two fingers up into me, making me gasp in pleasure. I can feel my clit harden, my walls getting tighter. All this prediction and pleasance is gon na make me come, and I start bucking against your hand. I can palpate your sassing on my ear, your hardened prick pressing up against my ass. `` You like that ? ``

'' Mmmmhmm, '' is all I can say. I am about to top out in climax, 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 hands is sliding down my panties to wind up what you so skillfully started ... and bound roughly behind my back with the other. `` Naughty girl, '' you chide.

The hard pass across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the sensation of stinging bother on my buttock, interracial with my throbbing pussy makes my mentality want to explode. I have never felt this before and I absolutely love it.

'' Do it again, '' the whimper has escaped my lips before I can realize it. `` Please, '' I beg.
The second crack ( on the early nerve ) makes me moan even harder.

'' bout around. '' Your voice is knockout, commanding. `` Get on your knee joint, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an inst later your hard cock fills my mouth. You are farseeing and girthy, and it is difficult to soak up, but relaxing the brawniness in my throat helps. You have one mitt on the back of my head, the other grips my arm. You thrust in and out of my rima oris, increasing the astuteness and the pace slowly. Just as I start feeling my jaw is going to perturb itself, you give a retentive grunt and your seed fill my mouth. I have no option but to swallow, I do n't desire it making a mess..and my mother did always say that spitting was unladylike.
You polish off your still-hard cock from my mouth and I can feel you smile down at me.
'' goodness girl, ''