The most incredible on-line human relationship I ever had.

So this happened several yr ago. My husband and I had just gotten married. For fun sometimes we used to spill with other couples or sometimes cat on dating site to make things interesting. It was his idea. I'm not surely why he was into it other than it seemed kinda like a harmless obsession for him. He said he liked watching me chat with the hombre. See what they would say about me and how I'd respond. It never really went beyond that but I always got this weirdo mix of feelings when we did it.

On one manus I was curious why he was ok talking with guys who would say things like they wan na bonk me or more dirty but he said that he liked showing everyone how hot his young woman was and how they didn't have her. That part really got me turned on. I found out that I love it when my man has that kind of self-assurance. So a great deal that it goes beyond envious to where he feels like he can put me on presentation and be proud to be with me. It would get us both turned on and we would give birth great sex afterwards.

One time, though, it turned out very different. I was talking to a guy late at dark. My hubby is not really a Night owl so after watching us flirt around a little bit, he decided to go to bed. I kept talking. Something about this one made me need to hold talking. He was very different. Not like sweet or romantic or anything but cagy, positive, and mysterious, almost like a spy or something. He kept talking not about what he wanted to do to me ( like nigh of them did ) but rather what I would do for him. home he wanted me to go, thing he wanted me to do, and billet he wanted me to get into. And the kicker - he was very elaborate !

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As we were talking he kinda stopped telling me what he wanted me to do in the future and told me what to do right then. And it wasn't the basic boring just sit there and wank while he describes it. I remember it pretty clearly actually : I had told him that we live in a studio apartment outside a Major city and the street we live on is pretty busy.

The inaugural matter he asked me was to find oneself a pair of panties that I didn't like so much and put them on. I was pretty confused at initiative but when I replied, all he said was,"I'll waiting ”. For whatever cause I complied. I went into my draftsman and got a pair of outrageous lime green and pink panties that my mom gave me and I put them on. Then I put my sweat trouser back on and went back to the computer. I expected him to want me to lead thing off after that and hear about how big his swelling was or something but that didn't happen.

Instead of describing himself, he told me to suppose of an attractive man in the building. He asked me to find his apartment number. I actually knew it already. Then he told me to go downstairs to the flat mailbox, take off my step-in and put them in the well-favored man's mailbox and come back and state him when it was done. That was the Wyrd thing though, he didn't really ask, he just told me to do it.

I asked him how I was supposed to get my step-in off since I had my bloomers on ? He said,"You'll figure it out, I have faith in you."I loved that line. Then I asked him how he would know I did it ? And he said,"You'll do it, I trust you."That descent not only convinced me to do it but it turned me on too !

The whole way down to the mailboxes I was second guessing myself but I didn't turn around. By the time I got the the ground floor, my mind was racing so a lot I barely even realized I had gotten myself there. For a abbreviated moment I though about the fact that I was married and almost went right back upstairs, but I didn't. I decided that since I never wore these panties anyhow, my hubby wouldn't miss them and he might even opine it was aphrodisiac that I was out following orders.

On the ground floor I slipped into a petty alcove in front of a janitorial closet and looked around. It was the midsection of the night - no one was there. Although it was bright in the Inner Light so I felt exposed I kept reminding myself that no one was there.

I slipped off my pants and my step-in then got my pant back on quickly. Looking around the whole sentence I decided I was alone for those agile risky import. I was shaking I was so nervous/excited. I put my panty in the openhanded man's postbox and then raced back up the stairs - practically giggling the whole way.

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When I sat back at the computer I was surprised to see he was still there ! I figured he would stimulate left. I told him I was back and the initiatory affair he did was ask me,"how do you feel ?"I felt sexy, naughty, violated, beautiful, dirty, playful, queasy, excited, shy, giddy, voyeuristic, and a whole host of former look but all I said was,"good ”.

He said,"in effect"then went right into his next idea. I was stunned. I didn't know what to remember or say. I thought he'd want to talk about it more or something but I couldn't wait to learn what he had to say next.

"Are you thirsty ?"He asked. As though he was commanding me, at that mo I felt very athirst."Then I want you to get yourself a drink."He proceeded to distinguish me that he wanted me to go to the 7-11 on the street corner to buy whatever drink I'd like but I had to go with only enough money to buy the drink and then he told me what to jade. Again he was very detailed.

"You'll dress casual. I know you like that."He was rectify I do."You'll wear a zip up shirt, no bra, and a pair of pj bottoms, no pantie. On your feet you'll weary sandals. The t-shirt should have printing on the book binding only, not on the front end, and the pjs should throw minimum pattern. Go put them on now, I'll wait for you."

I didn't even think twice, I got up, went to the bedroom and changed into a zip up jersey that I have and a pair of heather grayish pyjama bottoms. My sandals were by the door and on the way back to the computer I got $ 2 from my hubby's wallet.

I checked in with him before I left."Describe yourself for me."I was wearing a faux fleece white zip up with Amytal pipage, the pj backside and a span of sandals."It's warmly out, unzip the shirt 6 inches and then go get your drink."

He was right, it was warm out and the excitement of this unanimous thing made me feel that much warmer. I measured out 6 column inch with the zipper - it went about 1/2 way down my breast - and set off in the night to the corner 7-11.

It was only at the end of the street which is well lighted and for some reasonableness I didn't even consider my safety device. But there were very few people out. Only a couple of cable car drove past as I made the 300 or so ft walk to the store. When I stepped inside, there was a man who looked Amerindian language behind the counter and and unseasoned man talking to him who looked like a client. When the threshold buzzer rang, they both looked at me and it suddenly hit me what I was doing ! Their eyes lingered, and I know I turned beet red. I hurried to the electric refrigerator where I found a tea for $ 1.80 and brought it to the register.

The other client hadn't left yet and I could recite he was still looking at me even though he was trying to make it attend like he wasn't. The clerk was doing his best impression of being non-plussed as well but I could tell that he was having trouble controlling his optic. I mean I wasn't naked or anything, and my wearing apparel weren't see through and the zipper wasn't really low enough to show a good deal except a short cleavage, but I'm sure it was obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra and the pants are tight enough to see a panty crinkle when I have one so if they put 2 and 2 together they may have figured that one out too.

I remember I practically squealed in inflammation after I left the store and ran/fast walked ( running isn't the Charles Herbert Best musical theme without a bra ) back to my apartment construction and my room.

I took big gulps of the tea as I tried to calm my nervousness enough to type again… And he was still there.

"Is the drinking satisfying ?"He asked. It certainly was adept for my dry mouth but considering how turned on I was becoming by my sheer badness, it hardly satisfied all the tone I was having.

"Who are you ?"I asked. I realized I didn't even know his name. He didn't answer, he just followed with my following instruction…

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"Now I want you to go for a drive."He said.

Without even thinking about it, I replied,"OK ”.

"Drive to the Target parking lot in XXXXXXX. Park far away from the store entrance, but right under one of the parking lot lights. Go exactly as you are. And impart the tea."

"OK"…

I got up to get the samara to my Accord but realized I didn't know what I was supposed to do at butt. It was closed after all. When I returned to my keyboard to ask him what next, he had already given me his final teaching and signed off. I really didn't know what to make of that. I guess he didn't expect me to fare back after going to Target.

His stopping point message was,"Once parked, lock all the car room access except the left posterior passenger door. relocation to the front line rider butt and tend it back 1/2 way. Hold your paint in one hand and a can of peppercorn nebuliser in the early. come together your heart and count to 200, slowly. You will be completely safe but if you feel at all uncomfortable I want you to use the capsicum sprayer, then get back in the number one wood fanny and labor away. You'll be completely safe."

I was beside myself. I had no idea what to do now. I decided to just stop deciding and go out the door like I was about to before I read the survive message. I took my keys, my mace ( I still have no approximation how he guessed that I had that ), and my tea, and went down to my car.

It only took about 10 proceedings to get to Target at that time in the dawn since no one was on the roads really and near of the brightness level were green.

There were about 5 or 7 auto in the Target parking lot. There always are, but it didn't look like there was anyone around. The Night felt really dark, but the lights in the parking lot were bright and so were the lighter from the fold store. I pulled into the cover of the lot and found a parking post in the middle that was under a loose and maybe 4 rows from the skinny car.

I locked all the doorway then unlocked the posterior left side and crawled into the front passenger door. I looked around for a minute. My heart was racing like crazy but I didn't see anyone so I figured I would steady down.

I leaned the derriere back and closed my eyes and began to count slowly to 200 - 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 …

A little after 100, I heard a car door open and I opened my centre startled. I heard a voice. It was my car door !

"You are completely safe. If you tell me to go I will go now."

My tenderness was beating out of my chest and I was gripping the mace. I turned to look at the bet on door. It was opened but I couldn't see anyone. I heard him again though.

"You are completely secure. Lie back in your bottom and close your eyes."

I could see his metrical unit but zilch else because he was hiding behind the room access in a shadow that was very dark in contrast to the parking lot lights. His voice was firm and recondite but caring and fair. I'm not indisputable why, but I believed him.

"OK"I said as I lay back down in the seat and closed my eyes. I had my finger on the trigger of the mace.

I heard him get in the back door and shut down it. I was breathing so hard my oral fissure was loose and I felt like every muscularity in my body was tense.

His vocalization was near my ear when he said,"You are safe, and you are incredibly beautiful."

I was uneasy, excited and scared out of my mind but his voice was amazingly soothing and honest.

Before I could get out the Christian Bible,"thank you ”, I could feel quick air on my neck. It was his breathing space. The wizard made me jump. But after a consequence it almost felt like a massage and my depart shoulder relaxed while the balance stayed tense. He exhaled hot breathing time all the way down my arm. I loosened my grip on the mace a little but didn't let go.

"If you want me to leave, simply say catch and I will be gone. Do you desire me to go forth ?"

Still lying with my eyes closed and my rima oris opened and breathing hard, he asked again,"Do you want me to leave ?"I shook my capitulum no.

I could find skin on my pull up stakes hand and after a present moment I figured out it was his digit touching my articulatio radiocarpea. He slid them up my arm and I got goosebumps. His digit found their way up my neck opening and into my haircloth. I felt him put his former hand on my head as well and he started massaging my scalp.

Slowly but surely my body relaxed. My affection was still racing and I became aware of how warm I felt. Not quite sweating but almost. My legs itched a little.

His fingers slid back down my neck opening and the slowly over my articulatio humeri and across my collar bones. He began to return me an upper back massage. His work force felt very large and strong. Thick fingers that reached from the top of my shoulders to the side of my neck all at once.

As his finger's breadth worked in circle over my berm, I could feel his finger's breadth creeping down my front end picayune by lilliputian with each pass. A little past my collar bones, then a little more, then a little more. I became aware of the fact that I had my arms bent at the articulatio cubiti and my hands in the air - one gripping my keys and the other my macebearer. I let them both rest by my side.

His fingers slipped down farther. I could feel them starting to press into the superlative of my breast. I gasped a niggling and I became very mindful of the fact that my breasts would vagabond back and forth slightly as his hands massaged my shoulders in and out. I became acutely cognizant of the look of the fabric on my pap and I realized that they were extremely hard.

He pulled his men back up before going as low as I expected him to try and then I felt them rest on the sides of my expression. It felt like he was worshipping me. It was amazing but I still couldn't motion.

One hand moved up to my forehead and massaged my scalp. The other slid down the incline of my face, down the forepart of my neck opening and down the top of my chest to my zipper shirt. I could experience the zip being slowly pulled down and down farther until it became undone at the fanny. I noticed my heart trouncing faster again and my breath picking up as my mouth dropped open up again.

His finger tips circled around my belly button a few metre then I could feel the go out position of my shirt being slowly peeled away. It was pulled all the way out, slowly, and rested on my arm until I was lying there with one titty fully exposed.

The paw in my hair didn't stop massaging as the other traced slowly up my side. A duad finger's breadth brushed the side of my naked breast and went right on up to my shoulder. Then back down again tickling my tit and my pelvic arch jerked suddenly. With one finger he traced around my areola then across it over my toilsome nipple. He teased it and toyed with it then tugged at it gently. I could palpate myself starting to squirm a little bit in the seat.

He engulfed my full breast in his hand and I barely noticed his early hand moving from my point to fully open the former side of my shirt.

With my boobs fully exposed, his mitt found their way to my wrists and took my subdivision up over the head rest and behind the seat. His digit traced down the vertebral column of my up unfold arms and down my chest of drawers until his hand found my breasts again and he squeezed hard. My breath started to get erratic and I could feel little pyrotechnic all over inside my body.

His hands massaged my pinhead and worked their way down to my stomach and back up to my chest. Squeezing, tugging, twisting and pressing I was so move around on I could barely stand it.

Suddenly I could finger something touching my hands. Hard with soft hide, it was his phallus and even though I was in an awkward position I tried to wind my hands around it and encounter with his chunk some.

I could tell he was leaning over me from the nates behind and I could feel one hand on my tummy while the other continued to spiel with my aching breasts.

The hand on my venter slid down to the top of my bloomers where I could feel the tie string being pulled undone.

I was trying to rub him faster and harder even though I was having problem keeping pace with my arms over my heading like that but I didn't care.

His deal kept sliding down my belly back and Forth River like a pendulum, under my bloomers slowly, just an inch a time with each pass like he had with my shirt. I opened my legs as lots as I could with my feet still in the floor board.

Finally I felt his thickheaded fingers brush across the top of my severely wet lip and press into my clit. I nearly exploded !

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My whole body jerked and I pulled my arms back over so as not to accept them ripped off and I sat up opening my centre. I was completely disoriented and there was luminousness everywhere as I heard my gage door shut quickly.

I looked out my side windowpane and got blinded by a flashlight as I heard a tap tap on the window. The man in my car seemed to get vanished and I could see a police badge behind the Light through my windowpane. Quickly I covered up my front and then fumbled for my Key as I tried to open the threshold even though it was locked.

Finally I got the key in the ignition and turned it. It took two handwriting to keep my pants on properly and my shirt together so I couldn't do both properly. I brought down the window.

"Are you ok Ma'am ?"Asked the officer.

I was soooo embarrassed !"yes"

"I don't think this is the best plaza for you to be at Night. Is this your car ?"

"yes"

"Why don't get put yourself together and steer home ?"

"ok"

Hurriedly I zipped up my shirt and tied my pant back around my shank and got in the drivers seat and drove base. I got home at almost 4am absolutely soaking wet, nervous, embarrassed, hot, bothered, excited, and all kinds of other amazing feelings all at once.

I never heard from that man again that I met on line. And I never told my hubby about that dark. But it was a long sentence ago, and I've never felt so completely, overwhelmingly submissive to person since. I guess in a way I miss it. Looking back on the whole matter, it was a terribly crazy, grave, and dolt thought to go through with it, but it went so well, it's one of my darling memories ( except for the cop section ; ).



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