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Brenda closed her eyes. This man's arms were around her. Around her! For the first time she could sense the tightness of his body against hers. How had she gotten here, she asked herself, though she knew the answer. She'd sent the man a PM on an online forum - the wrong kind of online forum - and he had replied. She'd felt her heart racing in her chest as she'd read his return PM.
Brenda had been involved in a vanilla relationship for years - a relationship that she coveted, but that didn't fulfil in every way. In this way.
He left her standing there and she heard furniture moving as he rearranged things. He returned and led her to the middle of the cabin, her eyes still closed as he had commanded, until he brought her to a stop. Her nipples stiffened from the blast of the cool air from the open window across her naked flesh.
"Move forward slightly, kitten, until you feel the coffee table against your shins. Then I want you to kneel on the table."
'Kitten' was new. He'd called her Brenda up until he'd had her strip naked before him while he simply watched, neither approving or disapproving of what he was seeing.
He stepped behind her and gripped her arms firmly. "Don't worry. I've got you. Keep your eyes closed. You can trust me, right?"
Brenda nodded. She could trust him. He'd met her twice already for lunch in a town half way between them. The first meeting had been casual, though his eyes kept assessing her as though she were a car he was considering buying. He, too, was in a vanilla relationship that he was being extremely careful not to jeopardize. They had agreed that if they ever met to play, there would never be a consideration of disrupting the other's lives. This relationship was to meet needs that may otherwise threaten their current relationships.
She felt the table and moved onto it. She stumbled slightly at one point, but he quickly set her right, pulling her back against him to restore her balance. He was still fully dressed. He seemed strong and tight. He swept her hair to one side, and for the first time she felt his lips kiss her. It was a soft, sucking kiss below her ear that sent a chill through her body. His breath across her neck felt like a feather dancing across her. His hands wandered over her shoulders and down her sides as he spoke.
"What is that, kitten, peach?"
"It's apricot," she said, her voice faltering.
"Well, it's lovely, kitten. Almost as lovely as your eyes. It's almost a shame to have you close them."
"Shall I open them for you?"
"No, kitten. There is plenty of time to look into your eyes. But for now...."
She felt the whisk of silk over her face. She knew instinctively it was the silk scarf he had given her on their last meeting. He'd asked her to wear it occasionally. She'd done as he'd asked, thinking of him each time. That meeting was when he had spoken of desire and of need. She had accepted the gift, the first indication of his decision to take her, and listened quietly as he explained his belief that she was wired to surrender to another. He had spoken of giving her the freedom that relinquishing her self-will to him could bring. He never spoke of love, but rather of acceptance, self-knowledge, and fulfillment.
Just last week while they had been online together they had decided it was time to meet to play for their first time. She hadn't hear from him at all after that until the day before the meeting. His instructions were a list of simple requests. He wanted her to dress conservatively: simple skirt, silky blouse, and pretty undergarments. That seemed reasonable and normal enough to her. Then he'd told her his two last requirements.
'Shave your pussy before you come to me, and place the scarf in your panties in the morning. Make sure they're touching your sweet sex. I want you to stop every fifteen minutes and finger yourself on the trip. Use the scarf to clean up. Bring yourself close to orgasm each time, but don't come. If you come, you'll get a spanking when you get here that you're not likely to forget.'
She'd hardly slept that night. She'd shaved and put the scarf inside her panties before she went to bed. It wasn't exactly what he'd asked for, but she couldn't help herself. The slippery silk of the scarf made it impossible to forget what lay ahead, and the next day as she drove, they were a constant reminder that her pussy was about to be his to use as he saw fit. Even when she wasn't fingering herself she could feel her wetness spreading over the silk.
The idea of a spanking was almost too much to endure. She wanted the spanking, and he knew it. The knowledge that she could cause it by having an orgasm made her heart race each time she stopped her car to finger herself. The only thing that stopped her was his comment that there was a difference between a spanking for disobedience and a spanking for play.
And now she was with him and felt the brush of the scarf over her face and smelled the musky, sweet scent of her sex. He tied the scarf carefully and pushed his nose back into her hair once the task was done.
"Fuck. You smell good, kitten. Very nice. Do you like this?"
"Yes," she replied, in response to his hands sliding around her and cupping and squeezing her breasts.
"Yes?"
"Yes... Sir?"
"'atta girl, kitten."
His fingers rolled her nipples. He tugged them gently. The sensation sent a shudder coursing through her from her nipples to her dripping center.
"Your nipples are beautiful. I love the colour."
She sensed it when he sat next to her on the table. She felt he must have sat backward since an arm wrapped around her in front, until he sucked a nipple into his mouth, and twisted the other roughly. Her moan turned to a gasp when he flicked her nipple and reached between her legs to palm and squeeze her pussy.
"You've set the ground rules, kitten. You filled out the form that told me your preferences, desires ... all the things you wish to explore. You understand you still have your safe words. I want you to feel free to use them. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to panic. I want you to enjoy what happens here today as much as I intend to. What's your safe word, kitten?"
"Red to stop, Sir, but I won't use it. I trust you."
"I appreciate that, miss but that's not the way it works. I require that you use the safe word if you're uncomfortable in any way that does not suit you. If you're enjoying the discomfort, that's an entirely different thing. If you feel anything going numb from restraints, though there will be little in the way of restraints today, you must tell me. I don't want to you hurt. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"We're going to start slowly, kitten. You understand it's about spending time together and getting to know each other. It's about plumbing your depths, whatever we discover those to be. It's about you surrendering to me your deepest feelings and desires. As much as is possible, I want you to relax. I don't expect you to give everything today. We need to learn how each other think. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
She waited patiently. She was unsure of what she was hearing. A clunk, a swish, and suddenly the jangle of a belt buckle and the sound of a zipper. He was undressing. That knowledge seemed to accentuate the smell of her own sex wafting into her nostrils from her blindfold.
"Are you ready to be my little slut today, kitten?"
She almost panicked at the word, but then she realized he hadn't called her a slut. He had asked if she was ready to be his slut. Somehow, that made a difference. Besides. She had agreed in what seemed like endless emails and online PMs that one of her fantasies was to be abjectly used - to be freed from the responsibility of making decisions, and to surrender her will to this man who seemed to know her better than she knew herself.
"Yes, Sir. Make me your slut today."
She was jolted by the hand at her throat and the sharp tug on her hair. His words came rushing back from a conversation that felt like forever ago, but was only weeks prior. 'You, sweet girl, are like a pebble rolling down a bank toward a river. You can't stop. You don't even really realize it because the heart of you has been in denial about your situation.' Heat coursed through her and she felt she may pass out, until her exposed throat received a series of soft, wet kisses, which reassured her that within him was a deep concern for her desires - concern that would temper his actions as he explored her and tested the truth of yet unexperienced desires. Still, she felt the edge of the bank she was rolling down approaching.
"Left hand forward," he directed. She presented an arm. Within seconds he'd tied a rope cuff around her wrist. She'd never allowed anyone to do anything like this to her before. Her heart raced. The level of panic was at a level more like the rope was around her neck and not her wrist. She felt him test the tie. A sob escaped her throat. His words came back to her again. 'At some point, miss, you'll fall off that edge and hurtle over the edge. You'll find yourself falling, unable to comprehend or change your situation. That's when you'll feel the core of your being twisting. Freed of the restriction of the bank, you'll find yourself during that fall floating, unsure of exactly who you are.' And, suddenly, here she was exactly as he had said - falling.
"Do you feel that, Brenda?" His voice was kind and reassuring. He'd dropped 'kitten'. She was human again. She was no longer a mere object and somehow it made her feel less, rather than more, secure. "You're safe. It's secure, but it's not tight at all. There's no loss of circulation, no nerves risked. Do you understand? You're safe, kitten."
She was his again. His kitten. Somehow, at this moment, she felt more secure being an object. She was still falling.
"I understand, Sir. Thank you for showing me that, and thank you for binding just one wrist. I'm okay now."
"Good girl." His lips touched hers and they kissed. Her lips parted, but he pulled away. "Now the other wrist."
She extended the other hand and the other wrist was bound. He moved behind her and pulled her wrists together. Seconds later he released her and she tested the rope. He had tied them together. Her hands were bound behind her back. She was still falling. She could use her safe word now and he'd stop, but then where would she be? She'd still be falling, and she'd still be unsure of who she was. He'd been right. How had he been right? She had to proceed.
Panic rose in her when he pushed her forward, until her chest and head came to rest on the sofa. The falling sensation persisted even though she had physically come to rest. He ran his hands over her ass and gave it a firm slap. The weightless freedom of the fall persisted as he spanked her cheeks. She could feel the heat rising from the increased flow of blood from the playful spanking and felt it radiate throughout her as though she'd laid in the sun, except it was inside her. She felt that if she could just stretch like a cat, she would feel centered again.
He left her there - falling. She could hear him move across the room. She tried to get back to her knees. If she could only return to her knees, then perhaps the uncertainty and indecision would end. She'd be back in control, wouldn't she?
"Kitten, is there a problem?"
"I'm lost, Sir. I'm falling." She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but they couldn't drip. The were instead capture and absorbed by the silk scarf.
He returned to her and pushed her firmly back where she had been.
"I'm sorry, miss. Maybe you misunderstand the situation here. I will not tolerate any form of modesty or self-will. The uncertainty will likely abandon you soon. Then you'll know where you belong. When you're with me, you are to present every part of your body to me without reservation any time I ask. I don't care if you feel exposed. If I stand you naked in front of a window for everyone to see, you will stand there with pride because you're being obedient. Do you understand?"
That was one of her fantasies. The desire to be exposed naked in front of the world. Even to be fucked in public. A fantasy. She wasn't sure she'd do it, but shit that made her pussy drip.
"I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."
"Better fucking not."
She heard the sound of a cap being screwed off a bottle, then the sound of his hands rubbing together, and finally, his oiled hands slid between her thighs. One hand came to rest on her waist and the other slipped over her pussy, oiling her. She moaned as the falling sensation expanded and enveloped her. This had been the first time she'd shaved her pussy, the first time a man had controlled her in this way, and the first time she'd felt herself without any sense of stability.
His fingers tugged softly at her labia. The slick fingers kept slipping away, gripping her again, and slipping off as he pulled on her lips gently. His fingers parted her and his thumb pushed inside. While his thumb penetrated her, two fingers slid softly on either side of her swollen clit. Brenda's body began to shake. She was still falling. If only he'd remove her blindfold so she could get her bearings. Maybe that would end the falling sensation. Safe word? No! She had to know where this was going to take her.
She felt herself surrender completely under his hand as if her entire being was fading - as though her mind and body had been absorbed by his will, his hands, his desires, but she held onto the remnant of her own will in spite of the desire to be wholly possessed.
"Don't you come, kitten."
Brenda found herself falling, further, faster.
"Sir. I can't hold out long, Sir."
"Do you want to come, kitten?"
"Yes, Sir. Please, may I come."
He laughed. The hand on her back pulled her hair bringing her to a kneeling position on the table. He slapped her ass with the hand that had just been playing with her sex. She could feel the cool wetness that his hand had left behind, left behind from her own juices.
"Off the table, kitten."
She stood and backed away as he guided her. The hand on her shoulder pushed down. She understood. She knelt before him.
"Smell me, kitten."
The scent of him melded with her own scent on the scarf. He smelled clean and fresh but with a touch of spice.
"Keep your mouth closed, girl."
She did as he had bidden and felt his cock, a cock she had never seen, touch her face. She gasped, turned her head sideways, and pressed against him. His cock throbbed against her face. While she supposed it was of average size, it certainly felt larger, though it was likely the intensity of the moment that made it seem that way.
He ran the head of his cock over her lips, but she did as he had told her. She felt herself fading away again until he said, "Open," and slid softly into her mouth.
With her hands tied behind her back and his hands tangled in her hair, he thrust with increasing urgency while her tongue flashed around his dick. Her lips pulled at him trying to keep him in her mouth. She was close - close to discovering who she was.
He pulled her roughly to her feet and hurried her to the edge of the bed where he lay her on her side facing the middle. He placed one knee on the bed and kept the other on the floor, pushed her upper leg high, found her wet center, and buried himself inside her. The gush of her heat and juices surrounded him. Suddenly, Brenda knew who, and what she was. She, the falling stone, was suddenly captured by the river of his will, absorbed, and carried away to go wherever he chose. She melted inside and gave part of herself to him, her Dominant. This was who she was.
The thrusting began slowly. Her breasts shuddered with each stroke. Her moans became more insistent as colours swirled behind her eyes.
"You're being such a sweet little slut for me, aren't you, kitten? So willing, so sensual. Do you like it most when my cock slips in and out at your entrance like this... or do you prefer these nice long strokes into the very depth of you."
She found herself surrender to total desire. She'd never felt so humiliated, so used, so... primal. Reality slipped away until his words brought her back to him once more, long minutes after he'd entered her.
"Have you found yourself, kitten?"
"Oh, Sir. How is it possible? How could I have not seen who I was before?"
"Good girl, kitten. You can come for me whenever you're ready. No reservations. You're free to be as loud as you want to be when you come. I like to know I'm being appreciated."
He laughed at his last statment. The ruddy look of her skin, the permanent blush he was causing, told him he was appreciated. Her moans turned to shattered gasps as he banged in and out of her soaked core. He watched his dick disappear and reappear into her tight, wet sex. She held her breath suddenly, no longer falling, but completely surrendered. His hand reached out and one twisted a nipple as the other pulled a fistful of hair. He fucked her with roughly as her orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched, and she screamed in ecstasy. That sent him over the edge. While her body lurched beneath him, he thrust deep and held as his seed painted the inside of her.
Brenda stretched involuntarily. She felt as if a golden sun burned inside, energizing and filling her as he untied the knot that bound the two cuffs together. He rolled her into the center of the bed and scooped her into his arms. She nestled into his neck.
They quietly rested in each other's arms, kissing tenderly, and looking into each other's eyes.
"What are you feeling, kitten?"
"I don't know how to describe it. Maybe ... quenched?"
His eyes narrowed as her mouth turned into a tight smile. "That's wonderful, kitten. You'll find it won't last forever, though the realization of who and what you are will. I think you understand."
She pulled herself back to his shoulder and ran her hand over her chest. What's next, Sir?"
"Why don't we get dressed and go to dinner?"
"That sounds relaxing. Some place nice?"
"Well, I was thinking McDonalds, but if you'd like something different...."
She tried to slap his chest, but he caught her and loosed the cuffs from her wrists. They headed to the shower together and took turns washing each other. It was here that Brenda realized he was in far better condition that most men of his age. She luxuriated under his hand as he cleaned and scrubbed every part of her. When they were done he didn't allow her to dress, but took long lengths of rope and tied an elaborate harness on her from shoulder to hip.
"It's beautiful," she said, looking in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her and smile as her hand reached behind her and caressed the back of his neck. She received a kiss on the shoulder in thanks.
"You can put your clothes on over it. Then we'll go to dinner."
They dressed quietly - satisfied with the beginning of things. They'd be back within an hour for a second, longer session.
They talked quietly as they walked to the restaurant. They were led into a dark corner with the help of a twenty dollar bill. After ordering, and within short minutes of conversation, Brenda felt his hand on her thigh. It drifted higher. She was sure she was blushing and became keenly aware of the people around them. It was a good thing it was dark, and then, "Brenda? Are you wearing panties?"
"Well, yes, Sir. Of course I am."
Her look of shock made him smile.
"Get them off, kitten. Do it now."
She did as she was told. She was quite sure a woman two tables away was trying to figure out what she had just done.
"Kitten?"
"Sir?"
"I want you to swing your leg over my leg."
She did as he had requested, caught the scent of herself musk rising to greet her, and felt his hand sliding confidently up her leg. She felt herself beginning to float.
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