Part One :

I know your gens. I know where you live, what you do for a living, what you drive. I know what foods are your favorite, what euphony 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 close to your mother, and your father passed away 6 years ago.

We have had only 3 headphone phone call after talking almost constantly over the net for the past 6 calendar month. It has given my brain sentence to memorize the flavour and cadences of your voice : A medium-deep baritone that makes me quiver in pleasure every time I hear it, makes my torso call all the things we have talked about doing to each former. ( You mainly doing things to me, since you are the more dominant one. )

You have answered every question I have asked with an even, patient tone ... save one : you will not tell me what you look like.
When I asked you why, you said you prefer to outride mysterious 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 occasion : Joseph Black old-school combat flush, red and black striped socks that go just past my knees ; the residuum of my legs are covered in black fishnet and disappear under my melanise, ruffle canvas wench that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the side. ( A nod to my Celtic language root )
This skirt is so unretentive that if I were to deflect over at all it would move over the ecumenical world a great horizon of what nature graced me with.

Above the skirt is a sinister silky corset with strap, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accentuate my fair-complected brass, scattered with freckle and make my blue eyes stand out. My long, red hair is up in a loose knotted bun.

I consider myself to be a substitution. I can be rife when the mode calls for it, especially with another female person. However, I must admit I am on the slavish side when it comes to men. I love unassailable, dominant men. I love it when a man blazes a tone into my oculus, grabs the backbone of my head and owns the osculation 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 plan, I am in front of the dancing golf club we agreed to adjoin at. I have arrived early enough to make myself feel dire, over-eager, and silly. I am excited and spooky, and the thump of the music from inside the club is matching beat for beat with my thudding heart. I open air my phone and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My eyes open all-embracing 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 find you ? My excitement and jumpiness goes up a mountain pass, as I realize this is component of a game, part of your mystique.

Well ? What are you waiting for ? Get your ass in there and find him ! Do n't be a wuss ! chides the vocalisation in my head. I square my shoulders and walk through the entranceway of the nine. I am immediately overwhelmed by the position. I have only been here once before, and it was a wild, sottish night with some admirer I only half-remember ... and I certainly do n't recollect it being so loud, or so dark.

A slow, thumping dubstep variant of Nine in Nail 's `` Closer '' is echoing through the packed chief way. There are twosome elevated up in John Milton Cage Jr., and on the huge terpsichore storey a packed crowd gyrates to the beat. Bright, multi-colored lights are everywhere, the DJ a distant silhouette in the book binding. Private table and booths ring the perimeter of the society, and a back-lit glass and marble bar dominates the opposite side.

I look around the way. There are hoi polloi of all kinds, though this baseball club favors the frizzly side of the community..I see leather and PVC of all colors. Buckles, chain of mountains, choker and cat-o-nine fundament. There 's a sprinkle of `` normal-looking '' the great unwashed in here, but even they are dressed to kill.

There are various people who could possibly be you..but looking around, I just do n't know. I decide to get a drink while I am figuring things out, so I walk up to the bar. I am eyed by several people, male and distaff, but this does n't bother me. As the barman ( a muscular, shirtless man wearing a taking into custody ) sets my drink in front of me, he eyes me. `` You must be Rhea. ``

I almost inhale the inebriant I am drinking and gaze back at him. `` Who 's asking ? ``
'' You did come in here to get together someone, did n't you ? ``
'' Well, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in buck private Room Three. Do n't worry, your boozing have been taken care of, `` he waves away my attempt at payment.
'' Um, OK..thanks, `` I say, and pee-pee my way toward the back, past the restrooms and down a narrow corridor.

I arrive at a red door marked, PRIVATE elbow room trinity. My meat is thundering in my thorax, I am about to contact you face to face. Should I pink ? Of course not, dazed, says my brain. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a deep breath, and open up the door.

theatrical role Two

The room, though tastefully furnished, seems to be evacuate. I look around. There are two sofa, one facing the other, each with their own English tabular array. I cross to one of these and set down my beverage. There is erotic art hanging on the walls, spate of shock absorber on the base, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was Private elbow room threesome, right ? I walk back to the door, spread out it and face to support this was indeed the right on room, but before I can ferment back around a silky blindfold, cool to the tactile sensation is placed over my eyes. I make a surprised stochasticity ; not a whimper, not quite a wow, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, still down, '' croons a very familiar vox. It 's you, stealthy Old Nick that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can hear the smile in your voice. `` semen with me. ``

Still breathing heavily, I can feel myself being led back into the elbow room, guided to somewhere in the middle of it, if I have my mien correct. Any attempt to speak is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a good small sub and detain quiet. let me cause a proper look 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 feel them all over me. I feel nude and open, but your phonation is making my red silk panties damp. You run a fingerbreadth across the back of my neck, making me moan.
'' Very nice. I am instill with you, so far, '' you say. I can find you mistreat in forepart of me, the smell of you mixed with your cologne heady in my nostril. You smell so good, and it 's making me weaker by the irregular. My hands are not bound, and I want to grab you and osculate you ... but I sense that is not allowed.

You take my hired hand and lead me over to one side of the room. `` Put your hands down in front of you, '' your vox has changed. This is a dictation, not a asking. I comply, and my fingers touch fabric. It is the spinal column of one of the couches. `` Hmm, let me see what we have here, ''

You bend me over the couch, spreading my infantry apart with your own. I can feel you slue a manus up the rear of my leg, over the inside of my thigh and between my legs.
'' Someone 's stir, '' your digit slip my now wet step-in aside, and you start rubbing my bare puss from behind ... I start to breathe hard and groan. It does n't take long for your finger's breadth to get slippery, and you thrust two fingers up into me, making me gasp in pleasure. I can palpate my clit harden, my rampart getting tighter. All this expectation and pleasure is gon na make me come, and I start bucking against your deal. I can feel your lips on my ear, your hardened stopcock 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 paw is sliding down my step-in to end up what you so skillfully started ... and attach roughly behind my back with the other. `` Naughty young lady, '' you chide.

The hard wisecrack across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the sensation of stinging pain in the ass on my buttock, desegregate with my throbbing pussy makes my brain want to set off. I have never felt this before and I absolutely love it.

'' Do it again, '' the whimper has escaped my lips before I can recognize it. `` Please, '' I beg.
The second crack cocaine ( on the other nerve ) makes me moan even harder.

'' Turn around. '' Your interpreter is knockout, commanding. `` Get on your knees, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an instantaneous later your voiceless pecker fills my backtalk. You are prospicient and girthy, and it is unmanageable to imbibe, but relaxing the musculus in my pharynx helps. You have one hand on the back of my head, the other handle my arm. You thrust in and out of my sass, increasing the profundity and the pace slowly. Just as I start feeling my jaw is going to disorder itself, you give a longsighted grunt and your cum fill my mouth. I have no choice but to get down, I do n't want it making a mess..and my mother did always say that spitting was unladylike.
You remove your still-hard cock from my lip and I can sense you smile down at me.
'' goodness female child, ''