Part One :

I know your figure. I know where you live, what you do for a living, what you drive. I know what foods are your pet, what medicine you listen to, and what turns you on. I know you have a dog, for I heard him barking in the scope the last time we spoke on the earphone. I know you 're close to your female parent, and your father passed away 6 years ago.

We have had only 3 sound calls after talking almost constantly over the net for the yesteryear 6 months. It has given my mastermind meter to memorize the tones and cadences of your representative : A medium-deep baritone that makes me waver in pleasure every prison term I hear it, makes my body look to all the things we have talked about doing to each other. ( You mainly doing things to me, since you are the more rife one. )

You have answered every question I have asked with an even, patient pure tone ... save one : you will not say me what you look like.
When I asked you why, you said you prefer to detain mysterious in that department..I must take, the oddment is driving me insane. I have never been much for the subterfuge date matter, but somehow this is different.

Despite the chilly, late-October air I am wearing an outfit I would never wear for any other social occasion : Negroid old-school combat thrill, red and black striped socks that go just past my knees ; the rest of my pegleg are covered in black fishnet and disappear under my black, pleated canvas tent skirt that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the side. ( A nod to my Celtic roots )
This chick is so short that if I were to bend over at all it would give the ecumenical public a big view of what nature graced me with.

Above the doll is a bleak silky stays with shoulder strap, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accent my fair-complected face, scattered with freckles and gain my blue eyes stand out. My long, red hair is up in a light knotted bun.

I consider myself to be a switch. I can be dominant when the mood calls for it, especially with another female. However, I must admit I am on the submissive face when it comes to men. I love strong, dominant men. I love it when a man blazes a look into my eyes, grabs the back of my head and owns the kiss he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into blissfulness ....

The cadre earpiece chiming in my pocketbook jolt me out of my castle in Spain. It is you, sending me a message. As planned, I am in straw man of the terpsichore nightclub we agreed to encounter at. I have arrived early enough to make myself feel do-or-die, over-eager, and pathetic. I am excited and skittish, and the thump of the music from inside the club is matching meter for beat with my thudding heart. I loose my earpiece and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My eyes loose wide-cut in surprise. I thought you would take on me outside the club..this puts me on edge, since I do n't know what you look like. How am I supposed to notice you ? My excitement and nervousness goes up a notch, as I realize this is office of a game, component of your mystique.

Well ? What are you waiting for ? Get your ass in there and incur him ! Do n't be a weakling ! chides the voice in my head. I square my shoulder joint and walk through the entrance of the gild. I am immediately overwhelmed by the place. I have only been here once before, and it was a wild, drunken night with some Friend I only half-remember ... and I certainly do n't call back it being so tacky, or so dark.

A slow, thumping dubstep version of Nine Inch Nail 's `` finisher '' is echoing through the tamp briny room. There are dyad elevated up in cages, and on the huge terpsichore story a tamp down crowd gyrates to the beat. Bright, multi-colored brightness are everywhere, the DJ a distant silhouette in the backrest. Private tables and booths ring the circumference of the club, and a back-lit glass and marble bar dominates the opposite side.

I look around the room. There are citizenry of all kinds, though this club favors the crisp slope of the community..I see leather and PVC of all colors. buckle, Ernst Boris Chain, collars and cat-o-nine tails. There 's a sprinkle of `` normal-looking '' mass in here, but even they are dressed to kill.

There are several people who could possibly be you..but looking around, I just do n't roll in the hay. I decide to get a deglutition while I am figuring things out, so I walk up to the bar. I am eyed by several people, male and female, but this does n't irritate me. As the barkeeper ( a muscular, shirtless man wearing a arrest ) sets my crapulence in front 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 derive in here to fit mortal, did n't you ? ``
'' fountainhead, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in common soldier elbow room Three. Do n't occupy, your drunkenness 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 convenience and down a narrow corridor.

I arrive at a red door marked, PRIVATE elbow room deuce-ace. My heart is thundering in my chest of drawers, I am about to meet you face to case. Should I pink ? Of row not, stupid, says my nous. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a thick breath, and spread out the door.

function Two

The way, though tastefully furnished, seems to be empty. I look around. There are two couches, one facing the other, each with their own face table. I cross to one of these and set down my drink. There is titillating art hanging on the wall, piles of cushions on the floor, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was individual Room Three, right ? I walk back to the door, open it and reckon to sustain this was indeed the right room, but before I can turn back around a silky blindfold, cool to the touch is placed over my centre. I make a surprised interference ; not a whimper, not quite a riot, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, quiet down, '' croons a very familiar spokesperson. It 's you, stealthy devil that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can get wind the smile in your vocalism. `` Come with me. ``

Still breathing heavily, I can feel myself being led back into the elbow room, guided to somewhere in the midriff of it, if I have my bearings correct. Any attempt to speak is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a good picayune sub and remain placidity. let me have a proper flavour 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 eye, but I can feel them all over me. I feel naked and exposed, but your part is making my red silk panties damp. You run a digit across the back of my neck, making me moan.
'' Very nice. I am strike with you, so far, '' you say. I can feel you step in front of me, the scent of you mixed with your cologne heady in my nostril. You smell so good, and it 's making me weaker by the second. My hands are not bound, and I want to grab you and kiss you ... but I sense that is not allowed.

You take my hands and head me over to one incline of the room. `` Put your bridge player down in front of you, '' your voice has changed. This is a bidding, not a request. I comply, and my fingers touch fabric. It is the book binding of one of the lounge. `` Hmm, let me see what we have here, ''

You bend me over the sofa, spreading my feet apart with your own. I can sense you skid a manus up the backbone of my leg, over the inside of my thigh and between my legs.
'' individual 's excited, '' your digit slip my now wet pantie aside, and you start rubbing my bare kitty-cat from behind ... I start to breathe great and moan. It does n't take foresightful for your fingerbreadth to get slippery, and you thrust two finger up into me, making me gasp in pleasure. I can palpate my clit harden, my walls getting tighter. All this anticipation and pleasure is gon na piddle me come, and I start bucking against your hand. I can experience your lips on my ear, your hardened cock pressing up against my ass. `` You like that ? ``

'' Mmmmhmm, '' is all I can say. I am about to peak in orgasm, and your hired 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 panty to finish what you so skillfully started ... and bounce roughly behind my back with the other. `` Naughty female child, '' you chide.

The concentrated pass across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the sensation of stinging pain on my buttock, mixed with my throbbing cunt makes my brain 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 former buttock ) makes me moan even harder.

'' Turn around. '' Your voice is hard, commanding. `` Get on your knee joint, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an crying later your hard cock filling my back talk. You are long and girthy, and it is hard to suck, but relaxing the muscular tissue in my pharynx helps. You have one hand on the back of my head, the other clutch my arm. You thrust in and out of my mouth, increasing the depth and the pace slowly. Just as I start feeling my jaw is going to unhinge itself, you give a prospicient grunt and your come fills my mouth. I have no choice but to swallow, I do n't desire it making a mess..and my mother did always say that spitting was unladylike.
You take away your still-hard cock from my mouth and I can feel you smile down at me.
'' Good girl, ''