SnowCrash7
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I will add to it as I have time. The challenge of course is that what pat said to me about anal play, (yes, like the rest of my stories this is quite true) takes awhile to get to. Onwards and upwards :)
War of the Roses
Atlanta
Part One
Atlanta remains one of the 'hottest' cities BDSM wise I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It was a study in contrasts and conflict. The oftentimes very attractive upper middle class women were raised in a strict Southern Baptist tradition. And some of them had thoughts, desires, fantasies, needs that could be considered to be rather dark, sometimes very dark. And those thoughts and desires certainly conflicted with that they were taught should be the proper thoughts and desires of a southern lady. Consequently I got stood up more often in Atlanta than in any other town. But when we connected, shades of Elmer Gantry, there were some blazing hot, passionate and exciting times.
I had developed a reputation amongst the denizens of the AOL chat rooms. At one point when I was extremely active I amassed 5 pages of typewritten references. Their tone varied from thankful to playful to quite cute. A lovely lady named Annie who was originally from Florida said that any submissive who was about to play with me should first drink a lot of water because they would cum so much they could get dehydrated, She was so sweet A country girl. And she wasn't kidding. Another told me of post orgasmic shakes 3 hours later, another told me of having to lean against the walls of the hotel hall as she left to keep from falling over. My favorite though was the one who wanted me to meet her mother :) The submissive in question was in her fifties :)
Many of those who hung around the AOL Ds chat rooms were novices who had relatively recently discovered the joys and pleasures inherent in BDSM. Many of these southern MILFS were introduced to Ds by the Sleeping Beauty series done by Anne Rice under a pseudonym. Long repressed thoughts and desires would then begin to rise to the surface. In a typically upscale Atlanta bedroom community that often meant fireworks. But not the good kind.
One lady's husband threatened divorce, another wanted her to see a shrink. In any case the home very often was not conducive to exploring such needs and the ladies turned to the AOL and MIRC chat rooms to seek guidance and information, and sometimes companionship. There were several Atlanta regulars in these chat rooms and I had developed a word of mouth rep as a 'nice guy' and a great Dom to introduce a new submissive to the possibilities in a safe and encouraging manner.
That's the set and setting for my story.
So I get an IM from a young lady. Patricia was her name. She had heard about me from two of her friends and she wanted to know if we could chat for a bit. Patricia told me her story. And it was a good one.
Turns out that she was involved in a rather nasty divorce from her husband. From what she had to say it didn't seem that hubby was willing to accept her submissive desires. He wasn't even willing to try. So Pat filed for divorce and it was getting really, really nasty. An all out knock down, drag out WWE brawl that I later named the War of the Roses. After the movie, not the war.
So Patricia had developed an online relationship with a Dom named Robert. When Pat and Robert got around to a public first meet they really hit it off. Big time. To the point where by the second meet Robert had asked her to consider moving in with him if she left her husband. Now keep in mind that this was before they ever played, ever even had just vanilla sex.
But there was a a catch. Robert had more than once professed his desire for a submissive with experience. He claimed, according to Patricia, that he was not interested in training a newbie. Now I got the impression that the real reason was that he didn't have the experience he claimed, but I kept that opinion to myself.
So what Pat wanted was for her and I to have 3 sessions. But only 3. With the full understanding of why we were to play and that it would not proceed under any circumstances after the third play. She wanted experience. I eventually agreed to meet her to discuss this and once I laid my eyes on a very attractive brunette with fantastic legs, what could I say? I love to teach and agreed to her plan.
Now as a firm believer in pre-play communication one topic that came up was anal play. I'm an ass man, I admit it. It doesn't mean that anal sex is required but I do enjoy light anal play even if its nothing more than, with the right lady, a vigorous tongue fucking of the little rosebud. So in the course of conversation I asked her if I gave her the choice of which hole I would cum in first, which would she choose? She answered her mouth. I asked what would be her second choice and she replied her pussy. 'So what about the ass?' I asked? Pat froze at my first mention of the derriere. 'Don't even think about it' was her reply. Somewhat surprised I tried to get a better understanding of her thoughts and the reason for those thoughts but was told in no uncertain terms to not even think about her ass. 'OK', I replied. 'But I will tell you this. Before our first evening together is over, you will beg me to take you there'.
She laughed ... rather loudly. I left it at that.
And our first evening together was one for the books. There was extensive communication between the two of us with the intention of finding out what she enjoyed, what she had and had not experienced and if there were any areas of interest she would like to explore. I explained that although, never having played I did not have the right to tell her how to dress for the first meet but that I could ask. And I did ask.
I requested the following, a slightly slutty but classy look. Footwear that showed off as much of the foot as possible with the feet and nails having undergone a fresh pedicure. I allowed her to pick the color of the nails. Some nice makeup, a nice scent, a short skirt, squeaky clean front and back and of course, no panties. It was to began with dinner at a fine Buckhead restaurant located in a hotel and I had rented a room despite the fact that I had a Buckhead apartment. I wanted neutral turf..
I walked into the hotel foyer, glanced to a side waiting room and saw a vision in grace, beauty and a steaming hot southern sexuality. The look she gave me, the curve of slightly crossed legs. Just gorgeous. We had dinner. She had a few glasses of fine wine. I had no problem with that. She was 100% consensual in what was about to happen. And if it would help her relax.... Turns out she didn't need any help relaxing.
Back at my apartment I hugged and kissed her and asked her to slowly disrobe for me. I told her that obviously this scene would be slightly different in that it was intended to be as educational as fun for both of us. I told her I would do as much explaining as possible without breaking the mood. I pulled up a chair, sat and watched. Pat moved with a very sensual grace. The simple act of slipping off a dress could look like something out of a classy strip joint. She was a beautiful lady with almond eyes that sparkled with passion and desire.
She stood before me naked . I rose up, I was hard, gave her a warm hug, kissed her on the cheek, then the neck and then and only then, the lips. I placed a collar around her neck whispering that this was only for tonight. I attached soft nylon cuffs to her wrists then brought her hands up behind her neck and attached them to a loop there. I asked her to spread her legs wide and decided not to blindfold her. Now she was helpless, totally exposed and available for my enjoyment.
My cock was rock hard, I wanted to ravage and use every hole she had. I wanted her to see what she had done and undressed. My cock was not only rock hard but the head was turning a bit purple....and a mild but definite throbbing was occurring. Pats eyes fastened on my cock and I began to fspeak to her explaining the dynamics of what had transpired to this point. her eagerness and frustration both were showing. So I cut the talk short picked up the flogger and g=began. Although Pat had never been flogged she told me she had watched plenty of videos on flogging and had once had a dream where she felt as if her skin was screaming for a flogging.
I began slowly and relatively softly, wanting to prepare the skin for more vigorous play later. I began on her back and slowly and carefully directed the flogger at her legs, thighs, her stomach, breasts, her arms and her ass. I took my time, there was no rush and carefully watched her reactions, her breathing, movements and sighs, the flushing of her skin. Pat was getting warmed up and began to slowly sway in time with the strokes. She later told me it was an incredible sensation with the soft leather exploring her every secret place, caressing her, warming her and the vibrations of the strokes she said she felt deep in her pussy.
Her skin was reddening and her breathing becoming quicker and ore pronounced. I decided to switch to a small flogger, positioned my self directly in front of her spread legs and began to flog her pussy. Softly at first. She jumped with the first stroke not expecting it there, then quickly settled down and resumed her swaying and moaning. Then her knees began to shake, her legs quivered and she began to lean towards me. Catching her I realized that she had just cum. She admitted it and I informed her that she would ask permission to cum from now on. She smiled, apologized and agreed. I brought a few more smaller orgasms from her with the pussy flogging. She later told me that it was such a surprise to her. That she never expected to be able to cum from her pussy being flogged.
Well there was no more waiting. I had to be inside this girl. I led her to the bed and left her hands attached to the loop on the back of her neck collar. I gently positioned her on her knees and leaned her forwards onto her elbows. Arching her back I know had fill access to both her holes. As a playful reminder of what I had said to her I then slowly moved forward and began to flick my tongue out at her little rosebud...barely touching it. There was no discernible reaction so I decided to slowly circle that rosebud with my tongue. licking, nipping, teasing and tasting the entire area around her rosebud. I then placed the very tip of my tongue right on her little asshole, grabbed her hips and pulled her ass onto my tongue. I could feel her ass clenching. I wasn't sure if she was trying to keep me put and clamp down on my tongue but began to more vigorously tongue fuck her asshole. I figured at least one of us was going to enjoy this. But my cock wanted in on the action and I positioned it at the entrance to Pat's pussy and very slowly slid it in.
It was heaven. Pure velvet was the only way I could describe Pat's pussy. It was if I had sunk my cock into living, warm and wet velvet. It was a surreal feeling. One that I had never experienced before. I quickly thought that whoever was letting this one get away was a fool then began to fuck her.
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