Part One :

I know your figure. I know where you live, what you do for a animation, what you drive. I know what foods 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 time we spoke on the phone. I know you 're nigh to your mother, and your father passed away 6 years ago.

We have had only 3 sound calls after talking almost constantly over the net for the past 6 calendar month. It has given my wit time to memorize the tones and cadences of your part : A medium-deep baritone that makes me flutter in pleasure every time I hear it, makes my body forestall all the things we have talked about doing to each other. ( You mainly doing things to me, since you are the more predominant one. )

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

Despite the chilly, late-October air I am wearing an rig I would never jade for any former occasion : blackness old-school combat boots, red and black striped socks that go just past my knees ; the rest of my legs are covered in black fishnet and disappear under my melanise, plicate canvas skirt that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the position. ( A nod to my Celtic roots )
This chick is so curtly that if I were to bow over at all it would cave in the general public a great panorama of what nature graced me with.

Above the bird is a black silky stays with strap, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accentuate my fair-complected face, scattered with freckles and pee my blue centre stand out. My retentive, red hair is up in a relax knotted bun.

I consider myself to be a switch. I can be prevailing when the mood calls for it, especially with another female. However, I must admit I am on the slavish side of meat when it comes to men. I love strong, dominant men. I love it when a man blazes a feel into my center, grabs the back of my head word and owns the kiss he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into bliss ....

The cell phone chiming in my handbag jounce me out of my oneirism. It is you, sending me a message. As design, I am in front of the terpsichore club we agreed to fulfill at. I have arrived early enough to make myself find do-or-die, over-eager, and wretched. I am excited and anxious, and the clunk of the music from inside the club is matching musical rhythm for pulse with my thudding heart. I heart-to-heart my speech sound and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My eyes clear wide in surprise. I thought you would meet me outside the club..this puts me on edge, since I do n't know what you look like. How am I supposed to regain you ? My excitement and nervousness 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 oneself him ! Do n't be a doormat ! chides the phonation in my top dog. I square my berm and walk through the entranceway of the guild. I am immediately overwhelmed by the situation. I have only been here once before, and it was a gaga, drunken night with some Friend I only half-remember ... and I certainly do n't recall it being so garish, or so dark.

A slow, thumping dubstep adaptation of Nina from Carolina Inch Nail 's `` Closer '' is echoing through the wad main way. There are couplet elevated up in cages, and on the huge saltation story a tamp down crowd gyrates to the rhythm. Bright, piebald lights are everywhere, the DJ a removed silhouette in the rear. Private tables and booths ring the perimeter of the club, and a back-lit deoxyephedrine and marble bar dominates the opposite word side.

I look around the room. There are multitude of all kinds, though this guild favors the kinkier slope of the community..I see leather and PVC of all colors. buckle, chains, taking into custody 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 people who could possibly be you..but looking around, I just do n't have sex. I decide to get a swallow while I am figuring things out, so I walk up to the bar. I am eyed by various people, male person and female, but this does n't incommode me. As the bartender ( a muscular, shirtless man wearing a choker ) sets my drink in front end 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 fare in here to see someone, did n't you ? ``
'' well, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in private Room 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 get my way toward the back, past the restrooms and down a narrow-minded corridor.

I arrive at a red door marked, common soldier ROOM THREE. My heart is thundering in my bureau, I am about to meet you face to typeface. Should I knock ? Of course not, stupid, says my brain. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a deep breath, and open the door.

parting Two

The way, though tastefully furnished, seems to be void. I look around. There are two couches, one facing the other, each with their own side table. I cross to one of these and set down my drink. There is erotic art hanging on the walls, lots of cushions on the level, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was Private way triplet, right ? I walk back to the door, spread it and wait to confirm this was indeed the right on room, but before I can reverse back around a silky blindfold, poise to the tactile sensation is placed over my eyes. I make a surprise noise ; not a whine, not quite a thigh-slapper, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, quiet down down, '' croons a very familiar spirit voice. It 's you, stealthy daemon that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can find out the smile in your vocalism. `` Come with me. ``

Still breathing heavily, I can feel myself being led back into the room, guided to somewhere in the eye of it, if I have my bearings correct. Any attempt to speak is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a skilful little sub and stay quiet. let me experience a proper looking at at you. ``
Sub ? I think. I guess I 've been given my office in this. I sense you slowly circling me. I ca n't see your middle, but I can finger them all over me. I feel bare and debunk, but your phonation is making my red silk panties damp. You run a finger across the backbone of my neck, making me moan.
'' Very nice. I am shanghai with you, so far, '' you say. I can feel you step in front of me, the scent of you mixed with your eau de cologne heady in my nostrils. You smell so well, and it 's making me weaker by the second. My hired man are not bound, and I want to grab you and kiss you ... but I sense that is not allowed.

You take my hand and direct me over to one face of the room. `` Put your hands down in presence of you, '' your interpreter has changed. This is a command, not a request. I comply, and my fingers extend to fabric. It is the back of one of the sofa. `` Hmm, let me see what we have here, ''

You bend me over the couch, spreading my feet apart with your own. I can feel you skid a hand up the back of my leg, over the inside of my second joint and between my legs.
'' individual 's excited, '' your finger's breadth 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 consume long for your digit to get slippery, and you thrust two digit up into me, making me gasp in pleasure. I can feel my clit harden, my paries getting tighter. All this anticipation and pleasure is gon na make me amount, and I start bucking against your hand. I can feel your back talk 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 hand is quickly removed, leaving me hanging and gasping.
'' Not quite yet, '' you say, but I ca n't help it. One of my workforce is sliding down my panties to wind up what you so skillfully started ... and border roughly behind my spinal column with the other. `` Naughty young woman, '' you chide.

The hard crack across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the sensation of stinging annoyance on my buttock, mixed with my throbbing pussycat makes my wit want to explode. I have never felt this before and I absolutely love it.

'' Do it again, '' the whine has escaped my lips before I can gain it. `` Please, '' I beg.
The second quip ( on the other cheek ) makes me moan even harder.

'' Turn around. '' Your spokesperson is hard, commanding. `` Get on your articulatio genus, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an minute later your hard cock fills my rima oris. You are farsighted and girthy, and it is difficult to imbibe, but relaxing the musculus in my throat helps. You have one script on the rear of my fountainhead, the other clutches my arm. You thrust in and out of my rima oris, increasing the profundity and the tempo slowly. Just as I start feeling my jaw is going to trouble itself, you give a long grunt and your come fills my back talk. I have no pick but to swallow, I do n't want it making a mess..and my mother did always say that spitting was unladylike.
You polish off your still-hard peter from my rima oris and I can feel you smile down at me.
'' Good girl, ''