Part One :

I know your name. I know where you live, what you do for a animation, what you drive. I know what solid food are your preferred, what music you listen to, and what turns you on. I know you have a dog, for I heard him barking in the background knowledge the hold up time we spoke on the headphone. I know you 're close to your mother, and your father passed away 6 eld ago.

We have had only 3 speech sound margin call after talking almost constantly over the internet for the past 6 calendar month. It has given my mentality time to memorize the tones and cadences of your articulation : A medium-deep baritone that makes me quake in pleasure every time I hear it, makes my eubstance anticipate all the matter 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, patient tone ... save one : you will not narrate me what you look like.
When I asked you why, you said you prefer to stay cryptic in that department..I must take on, the curiosity is driving me insane. I have never been much for the blind particular 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 juncture : Black old-school combat charge, red and black striped wind sleeve that go just past my articulatio genus ; the rest of my branch are covered in inkiness fishing net and disappear under my smuggled, ruffle canvas bird that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the side. ( A nod to my Celtic roots )
This skirt is so short that if I were to flex over at all it would give the universal public a great persuasion of what nature graced me with.

Above the skirt is a sinister silky corset with straps, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accentuate my fair-complected aspect, scattered with freckles and make my blue sky middle stand out. My long, red hair is up in a loose 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 acknowledge I am on the slavish side when it comes to men. I love inviolable, rife men. I love it when a man blazes a look into my eyes, grabs the back of my headland and owns the kiss he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into bliss ....

The cell phone chiming in my bag jars me out of my reverie. It is you, sending me a message. As planned, I am in front of the dance clubhouse we agreed to meet at. I have arrived early enough to make myself feel desperate, over-eager, and wretched. I am excited and nervous, and the clump of the music from inside the cabaret is matching beat for rhythm with my thudding nerve. I open my phone and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My eyes open up wide in surprisal. I thought you would fulfil me outside the club..this puts me on edge, since I do n't acknowledge what you look like. How am I supposed to notice you ? My fervour and jitteriness goes up a mountain pass, as I realize this is character of a game, persona of your mystique.

Well ? What are you waiting for ? Get your ass in there and find him ! Do n't be a weakling ! chides the phonation in my heading. I square my berm and walk through the entry of the nine. I am immediately overwhelmed by the place. I have only been here once before, and it was a wild, boozy dark with some friends I only half-remember ... and I certainly do n't remember it being so brassy, or so dark.

A slow, thumping dubstep reading of Nine Inch Nail 's `` Closer '' is echoing through the take main elbow room. There are couples elevated up in cages, and on the huge dancing floor a carry crew gyrates to the beat. Bright, multicolour lighting are everywhere, the DJ a distant silhouette in the back. Private tables and Booth ring the perimeter of the golf-club, and a back-lit field glass and marble bar dominates the diametrical side.

I look around the room. There are people of all kinds, though this ball club favors the kinkier side of the community..I see leather and PVC of all gloss. Buckles, mountain chain, collars and cat-o-nine buns. There 's a aspersion 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 bonk. I decide to get a drink while I am figuring thing out, so I walk up to the bar. I am eyed by several mass, male and female, but this does n't gravel me. As the bartender ( a muscular, shirtless man wearing a collar ) sets my drink in nominal head of me, he eyes me. `` You must be Pterocnemia pennata. ``

I almost inhale the inebriant I am drinking and stare back at him. `` Who 's asking ? ``
'' You did come in here to meet someone, did n't you ? ``
'' wellspring, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in Private Room Three. Do n't care, your drinks 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 wash room and down a narrow corridor.

I arrive at a red door marked, secret ROOM trinity. My heart is thundering in my thorax, I am about to fit you face to grimace. Should I ping ? Of track not, stupid, says my wit. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a deep breathing time, and open the door.

contribution Two

The way, though tastefully furnished, seems to be vacate. I look around. There are two couches, one facing the other, each with their own side board. I cross to one of these and set down my deglutition. There is erotic art hanging on the wall, lots of shock absorber on the level, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was Private room ternion, right ? I walk back to the door, give it and seem to confirm this was indeed the right room, but before I can turn back around a silky blindfold, assuredness to the ghost is placed over my center. I make a surprised noise ; not a whimper, not quite a scream, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, quieten down, '' croons a very associate voice. It 's you, stealthy devil that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can get word the smile in your vocalism. `` ejaculate with me. ``

Still breathing heavily, I can palpate myself being led back into the elbow room, guided to somewhere in the middle of it, if I have my bearing correct. Any attack to verbalise is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a goodness little sub and stay quiet. let me give 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 oculus, but I can feel them all over me. I feel naked and unwrap, but your voice is making my red silk scanty damp. You run a finger across the dorsum of my neck, making me moan.
'' Very nice. I am yarn-dye with you, so far, '' you say. I can feel you step in front of me, the perfume of you mixed with your cologne heady in my nostrils. You smell so good, and it 's making me weakly by the second. My hands are not bound, and I want to grab you and buss you ... but I sense that is not allowed.

You take my hands and precede me over to one side of meat of the room. `` Put your custody down in front line of you, '' your articulation has changed. This is a command, not a postulation. I comply, and my fingers adjoin material. It is the back of one of the couches. `` Hmm, let me see what we have here, ''

You bend me over the lounge, spreading my feet apart with your own. I can feel you slither a hand up the back of my leg, over the inside of my thigh and between my legs.
'' Someone '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 profound and groan. It does n't take long for your finger's breadth to get slippery, and you thrust two finger's breadth up into me, making me gasp in pleasure. I can feel my clit harden, my rampart getting tighter. All this prediction and pleasure is gon na establish me come, and I start bucking against your hand. I can feel your lip 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 hands is sliding down my panties to finish what you so skillfully started ... and bound roughly behind my back with the former. `` Naughty missy, '' you chide.

The severe crack across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the sense impression of stinging pain in the ass on my cheek, motley with my throbbing pussy makes my brain want to burst. I have never felt this before and I absolutely love it.

'' Do it again, '' the whimper has escaped my sass before I can realize it. `` Please, '' I beg.
The mo crack ( on the other impudence ) makes me moan even harder.

'' round around. '' Your representative is hard, commanding. `` Get on your articulatio genus, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an exigent later your hard cock fill my backtalk. You are long and girthy, and it is difficult to go down on, but relaxing the musculus in my throat helps. You have one hand on the binding of my principal, the other grips my arm. You thrust in and out of my mouth, increasing the profoundness and the pace slowly. Just as I start feeling my jaw is going to unhinge itself, you give a long oink and your come fill my mouth. I have no selection but to swallow up, I do n't want it making a mess..and my mother did always say that spitting was unladylike.
You remove your still-hard tool from my rima oris and I can find you smile down at me.
'' good female child, ''