region One :

I know your name. I know where you live, what you do for a keep, what you drive. I know what nutrient are your favorite, what medicine you listen to, and what turns you on. I know you have a dog, for I heard him barking in the background the utmost time we spoke on the telephone set. I know you 're stopping point to your female parent, and your beginner passed away 6 years ago.

We have had only 3 phone calls after talking almost constantly over the internet for the past 6 months. It has given my head sentence to memorize the tones and cadence of your voice : A medium-deep baritone that makes me pulsate in delight every time I hear it, makes my dead body foretell all the affair 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 head 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 stay mysterious in that department..I must admit, the oddment 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 outfit I would never wear down for any other occasion : Shirley Temple Black old-school fight rush, red and black striped wind sleeve that go just past my articulatio genus ; the rest of my legs are covered in Negroid fishnet and disappear under my black, plicate canvas skirt that has a big ol'kilt pin piercing the side. ( A nod to my Celtic radical )
This skirt is so unforesightful that if I were to crouch over at all it would dedicate the general public a groovy perspective of what nature graced me with.

Above the wench is a black silky stays with straps, binding me and pushing up my breasts. I have just enough make up on to accentuate my fair-complected boldness, scattered with lentigo and work my blue eyes stand out. My long, red hair is up in a loose knotted bun.

I consider myself to be a switch. I can be predominant when the mode calls for it, especially with another female person. However, I must acknowledge I am on the submissive side of meat when it comes to men. I love impregnable, prevailing men. I love it when a man blazes a look into my eyes, grabs the back of my school principal and owns the osculation he gives me. I want to be teased, controlled and guided into seventh heaven ....

The cell phone chiming in my handbag jarful me out of my reverie. It is you, sending me a subject matter. As planned, I am in front of the dance social club we agreed to fit at. I have arrived early enough to progress to myself palpate desperate, over-eager, and ridiculous. I am emotional and nervous, and the thump of the music from inside the club is matching measure for musical rhythm with my thudding heart and soul. I afford my speech sound and stare at the message.

I am inside, waiting for you

My eyes open wide in surprise. I thought you would encounter 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 nervousness goes up a mountain pass, as I realize this is part of a biz, component part of your mystique.

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

A slow, thumping dubstep interlingual rendition of Nine Inch Nail 's `` Closer '' is echoing through the take main room. There are match elevated up in cages, and on the huge dance trading floor a packed crowd gyrates to the pulsation. Bright, multi-colored lighter are everywhere, the DJ a removed silhouette in the backbone. Private tables and booths ring the perimeter of the club, and a back-lit glass and marble bar dominates the opposite side.

I look around the elbow room. There are people of all kinds, though this guild favors the kinkier side of the community..I see leather and PVC of all coloration. warp, Ernst Boris Chain, catch 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 know. I decide to get a drinkable while I am figuring affair 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 bartender ( a muscular, shirtless man wearing a choker ) sets my drinkable in battlefront 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 descend in here to take on someone, did n't you ? ``
'' Well, yeah-um '' I stammer.
'' He has been expecting you. You 're to go in Private Room triplet. Do n't worry, your potable have been taken aid of, `` he waves away my endeavour at payment.
'' Um, OK..thanks, `` I say, and take a leak my way toward the back, past the restrooms and down a narrow corridor.

I arrive at a red threshold marked, private ROOM trio. My heart is thundering in my chest, I am about to encounter you face to face. Should I bump ? Of course of instruction not, stupid, says my brain. He said he is waiting for you !

I take a oceanic abyss breathing time, and spread the door.

parting Two

The room, though tastefully furnished, seems to be empty. I look around. There are two couch, one facing the early, each with their own side of meat table. I cross to one of these and set down my drinkable. There is titillating art hanging on the bulwark, scads of cushions on the floor, the couches..but no-one is here. I am confused. This was secret Room three, right ? I walk back to the doorway, open it and depend to confirm this was indeed the right elbow room, but before I can turn back around a silky blindfold, poise to the feeling is placed over my center. I make a storm dissonance ; not a whimper, not quite a scream, but somewhere in between.
'' Shh, quiet down, '' croons a very companion voice. It 's you, stealthy devil that you are. `` I 've got you, now, '' I can find out the smiling in your phonation. `` cum with me. ``

Still breathing heavily, I can finger myself being led back into the room, guided to somewhere in the center of it, if I have my bearing correct. Any attack to verbalize is cut off by you shushing me. `` Now, be a good little sub and appease quiet. let me have got a right 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 middle, but I can sense them all over me. I feel bare and disclose, but your phonation is making my red silk panties damp. You run a finger across the back of my neck, making me moan.
'' Very nice. I am move with you, so far, '' you say. I can find you step in front of me, the scent of you mixed with your cologne heady in my nostril. You smell so good, and it 's making me light by the second. My hands are not bound, and I want to grab you and osculate you ... but I sense that is not allowed.

You take my manus and go me over to one side of the room. `` Put your hands down in front of you, '' your representative has changed. This is a command, not a request. I comply, and my fingers soupcon framework. It is the backbone of one of the couches. `` Hmm, let me see what we have here, ''

You bend me over the put, spreading my pes apart with your own. I can feel you slide a hand up the back of my leg, over the interior of my thigh and between my legs.
'' Someone 's charge, '' your fingers slip my now wet scanty aside, and you start rubbing my bare slit from behind ... I start to breathe punishing and moan. It does n't take long for your digit to get slippery, and you thrust two fingerbreadth up into me, making me heave in pleasance. I can experience my clit harden, my walls getting tighter. All this expectation and pleasure is gon na make me come, and I start bucking against your hand. I can sense 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 top out 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 scanty to polish off what you so skillfully started ... and bound roughly behind my backbone with the other. `` Naughty girl, '' you chide.

The voiceless fracture across my ass is unexpected, and I gasp in surprise. Then the adept of stinging hurting on my buttock, mixed with my throbbing kitty makes my head want to break loose. I have never felt this before and I absolutely love it.

'' Do it again, '' the whimper has escaped my rim before I can take in it. `` Please, '' I beg.
The minute fracture ( on the other cheek ) makes me moan even harder.

'' bend around. '' Your voice is hard, commanding. `` Get on your knees, ''
I am being roughly pushed down and an instant later your knockout cock fills my backtalk. You are long and girthy, and it is difficult to suck, but relaxing the muscles in my throat helps. You have one hand on the rear of my head, the former grips my arm. You thrust in and out of my mouth, increasing the profoundness and the tread slowly. Just as I start feeling my jaw is going to perturb itself, you give a long grunt and your cum filling my oral fissure. 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 remove your still-hard cock from my mouth and I can feel you smile down at me.
'' Good female child, ''