component 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 ground the last time we spoke on the headphone. I know you 're confining to your female parent, and your founder passed away 6 eld ago.

We have had only 3 headphone calls after talking almost constantly over the internet for the past 6 calendar month. It has given my mental capacity time to memorize the tint and meter of your articulation : A medium-deep baritone that makes me palpitate in delight every time I hear it, makes my physical structure promise 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 interrogative sentence I have asked with an even, patient role feel ... save one : you will not tell me what you look like.
When I asked you why, you said you prefer to stay orphic in that department..I must admit, 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 outfit I would never wear for any other affair : Black old-school fighting kick, red and black striped socks that go just past my stifle ; the rest of my legs are covered in black fishnet and disappear under my black, pleat canvas tent doll that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the side. ( A nod to my Celtic language roots )
This wench is so short that if I were to stoop over at all it would gift the general world a great view of what nature graced me with.

Above the skirt is a dark silky corset with strap, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accentuate my fair-complected nerve, scattered with freckles and make my gentle heart stand out. My long, red hair's-breadth is up in a unaffixed 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 allow in I am on the slavish side when it comes to men. I love strong, dominant men. I love it when a man blazes a looking into my eyes, grabs the binding of my capitulum and owns the kiss he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into bliss ....

The cell phone chiming in my purse jars me out of my reverie. It is you, sending me a content. As planned, I am in front of the dance club we agreed to meet at. I have arrived early enough to make myself find desperate, over-eager, and pathetic. I am delirious and nervous, and the thump of the euphony from inside the club is matching beat for beat with my thudding heart. I receptive my phone and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My heart open wide in surprise. I thought you would cope with me outside the club..this puts me on boundary, since I do n't bonk what you look like. How am I supposed to see you ? My upheaval and nervousness goes up a pass, as I realize this is part of a game, division of your mystique.

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

A slow, thumping dubstep interlingual rendition of Nine column inch Nail 's `` Closer '' is echoing through the mob main room. There are couples elevated up in cages, and on the huge dance level a jam gang gyrates to the metre. Bright, multi-colored brightness are everywhere, the DJ a distant silhouette in the backrest. Private tables and Booth ring the border of the golf-club, and a back-lit meth and marble bar dominates the opposite word side.

I look around the room. There are people of all kinds, though this cabaret favors the frizzy side of the community..I see leather and PVC of all colors. Buckles, Ernst Boris Chain, choker and cat-o-nine tails. There 's a scattering of `` normal-looking '' the great unwashed 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 know. I decide to get a drinking while I am figuring matter out, so I walk up to the bar. I am eyed by respective people, male person and female, but this does n't trouble me. As the bartender ( a muscular, shirtless man wearing a catch ) sets my drink in front of me, he eyes me. `` You must be nandu. ``

I almost inhale the intoxicant I am drinking and gaze back at him. `` Who 's asking ? ``
'' You did hail in here to meet someone, did n't you ? ``
'' fountainhead, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in private Room Three. Do n't vex, your drinks have been taken care of, `` he waves away my endeavour at payment.
'' Um, OK..thanks, `` I say, and make my way toward the rachis, past the public lavatory and down a narrow corridor.

I arrive at a red room access marked, PRIVATE way THREE. My eye is thundering in my chest, I am about to come across you face to face. Should I rap ? Of row not, stupid, says my encephalon. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a late breath, and open the door.

percentage Two

The room, though tastefully furnished, seems to be empty. I look around. There are two lounge, one facing the other, each with their own side tabular array. I cross to one of these and set down my boozing. There is erotic art hanging on the bulwark, batch of cushion on the flooring, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was private Room trinity, right ? I walk back to the room access, open up it and face to confirm this was indeed the decently room, but before I can turn back around a silky blindfold, cool to the sense of touch is placed over my eyes. I make a surprised noise ; not a whimper, not quite a wow, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, quiet down, '' croons a very comrade voice. It 's you, stealthy Devil that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can try the grinning in your voice. `` Come with me. ``

Still breathing heavily, I can feel myself being led back into the room, guided to somewhere in the midsection of it, if I have my presence correct. Any try to verbalise is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a just little sub and stick around still. let me deliver a proper look 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 heart, but I can experience them all over me. I feel defenseless and exposed, but your vocalization is making my red silk panties damp. You run a finger 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 front of me, the aroma of you mixed with your cologne heady in my anterior naris. You smell so secure, and it 's making me debile by the mo. My hands are not bound, and I want to grab you and kiss you ... but I sense that is not allowed.

You take my bridge player and lead me over to one side of the room. `` Put your men down in front of you, '' your voice has changed. This is a program line, not a request. I comply, and my finger touch cloth. It is the spine of one of the couches. `` Hmm, let me see what we have here, ''

You bend me over the cast, spreading my feet apart with your own. I can find you slide a paw up the back of my leg, over the interior 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 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 joy. I can feel my clit harden, my rampart getting tighter. All this anticipation and pleasure is gon na induce me come, and I start bucking against your hand. I can finger 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 bridge player 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 finish what you so skillfully started ... and bound roughly behind my back with the former. `` Naughty girl, '' you chide.

The gruelling crack across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the sense experience of stinging pain on my cheek, mixed with my throbbing pussy 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 take in it. `` Please, '' I beg.
The second wisecrack ( on the other cheek ) makes me moan even harder.

'' routine around. '' Your spokesperson is hard, commanding. `` Get on your knees, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an moment later your hard cock fills my back talk. You are farseeing and girthy, and it is difficult to suck, but relaxing the muscles in my throat helps. You have one hand on the back of my caput, 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 unhinge itself, you give a retentive grunt and your come filling my lip. I have no choice but to swallow, I do n't want it making a mess..and my mother did always say that spitting was unladylike.
You bump off your still-hard cock from my mouth and I can palpate you smile down at me.
'' trade good young lady, ''