persona One :

I know your name. I know where you live, what you do for a living, what you drive. I know what food for thought 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 background the go time we spoke on the earpiece. I know you 're close to your mother, and your father passed away 6 years ago.

We have had only 3 phone calls after talking almost constantly over the internet for the past 6 calendar month. It has given my brain time to learn the tones and measure of your voice : A medium-deep baritone that makes me waver in pleasance every fourth dimension I hear it, makes my body previse all the things 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 motion I have asked with an even, affected role tone ... save one : you will not tell apart me what you look like.
When I asked you why, you said you prefer to stay mysterious in that department..I must intromit, the curiosity is driving me insane. I have never been much for the screen engagement thing, but somehow this is different.

Despite the chilly, late-October air I am wearing an kit I would never wear out for any other juncture : blackamoor old-school combat kick, red and black striped socks that go just past my knees ; the rest of my wooden leg are covered in black fishnet and disappear under my black, pleated canvas skirt that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the side of meat. ( A nod to my Celtic language roots )
This skirt is so light that if I were to deform over at all it would apply the oecumenical public a corking view of what nature graced me with.

Above the dame is a Black person silky corset with straps, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accentuate my fair-complected face, scattered with lentigo and make my dark eyes stand out. My long, red hair is up in a relax knotted bun.

I consider myself to be a switch. I can be dominant allele when the mood calls for it, especially with another female. However, I must admit I am on the subservient side when it comes to men. I love unattackable, dominant men. I love it when a man blazes a expression into my eye, grabs the backbone of my caput and owns the osculation he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into bliss ....

The cell telephone set chiming in my purse jar me out of my reverie. It is you, sending me a message. As planned, I am in front of the dance club we agreed to come across at. I have arrived early enough to work myself finger desperate, over-eager, and pathetic. I am activated and spooky, and the thump of the music from inside the club is matching cadence for beat with my thudding heart. I open my phone and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My eyes open widely in surprisal. I thought you would meet 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 excitement and nervousness goes up a mountain pass, as I realize this is part of a secret plan, part of your mystique.

fountainhead ? What are you waiting for ? Get your ass in there and find him ! Do n't be a weakling ! chides the vocalisation in my head word. I square my shoulders and walk through the entrance of the club. I am immediately overwhelmed by the home. I have only been here once before, and it was a violent, drunken night with some friends I only half-remember ... and I certainly do n't think back it being so loud, or so dark.

A slow, thumping dubstep rendering of Nine Inch Nail 's `` closer '' is echoing through the packed master elbow room. There are couples elevated up in John Cage, and on the huge dance story a packed crowd gyrates to the beat. Bright, multicolour luminosity are everywhere, the DJ a upstage silhouette in the spinal column. Private tabular array and booths ring the border of the club, and a back-lit field glass and marble bar dominates the opposite side.

I look around the room. There are people of all kind, though this society favors the frizzly English of the community..I see leather and PVC of all semblance. Buckles, chains, catch and cat-o-nine tails. There 's a sprinkling of `` normal-looking '' mass in here, but even they are dressed to kill.

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

I almost inhale the intoxicant I am drinking and stare back at him. `` Who 's asking ? ``
'' You did hail in here to meet somebody, did n't you ? ``
'' wellspring, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in Private Room ternion. Do n't worry, your deglutition have been taken aid of, `` he waves away my attempt at payment.
'' Um, OK..thanks, `` I say, and make my way toward the back, past the comfort station and down a narrow corridor.

I arrive at a red door marked, common soldier elbow room 3. My heart is thundering in my chest, I am about to play you face to aspect. Should I knock ? Of line not, stupid, says my genius. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a cryptic breath, and open the door.

Part Two

The way, though tastefully furnished, seems to be empty-bellied. 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 boozing. There is erotic art hanging on the rampart, draw of cushions on the floor, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was common soldier way Three, right ? I walk back to the door, open it and look to confirm this was indeed the right room, but before I can turn back around a silky blindfold, assuredness to the touch is placed over my eyes. I make a surprised disturbance ; not a whine, not quite a scream, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, calm down, '' croons a very comrade voice. It 's you, stealthy devil that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can hear the grinning in your vox. `` Come 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 attempt to speak is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a full niggling sub and stay quiet. let me have a proper facial expression 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 eyes, but I can finger them all over me. I feel bare and exposed, but your vocalism is making my red silk panties damp. You run a finger's breadth across the back of my neck opening, making me moan.
'' Very nice. I am impressed with you, so far, '' you say. I can feel you step in straw man 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 sec. 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 direct me over to one incline of the room. `` Put your hands down in front of you, '' your voice has changed. This is a command, not a request. I comply, and my fingerbreadth contact fabric. It is the back of one of the couches. `` 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 slide a hand up the back of my leg, over the inside of my thigh and between my legs.
'' somebody 's excited, '' your finger's breadth slip my now wet panties aside, and you start rubbing my bare pussy from behind ... I start to suspire heavier and moan. It does n't take prospicient for your fingers to get slippery, and you thrust two fingers up into me, making me gasp in pleasure. I can feel my button harden, my wall getting tighter. All this prevision and pleasure is gon na ca-ca me number, and I start bucking against your hand. I can feel your lip on my ear, your hardened pecker pressing up against my ass. `` You like that ? ``

'' Mmmmhmm, '' is all I can say. I am about to peak in climax, and your mitt is quickly removed, leaving me hanging and gasping.
'' Not quite yet, '' you say, but I ca n't avail it. One of my hands is sliding down my panty to eat up what you so skillfully started ... and bound roughly behind my spine with the other. `` Naughty female child, '' you chide.

The hard crack across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the sensation of stinging infliction on my buttock, mixed with my throbbing kitty-cat makes my mentality 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 bring in it. `` Please, '' I beg.
The s fracture ( on the other cheek ) makes me moan even harder.

'' Turn around. '' Your voice is hard, commanding. `` Get on your knees, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an insistent later your hard cock fills my oral cavity. You are long and girthy, and it is difficult to suck, but relaxing the muscles in my throat helps. You have one helping hand on the back of my head, the other clench my arm. You thrust in and out of my mouth, increasing the depth and the gait slowly. Just as I start feeling my jaw is going to unhinge itself, you give a long grunt and your come fill my rima oris. I have no choice but to swallow up, I do n't want it making a mess..and my female parent did always say that spitting was unladylike.
You remove your still-hard turncock from my mouth and I can feel you smile down at me.
'' commodity girl, ''