A Long Slow Wal Into Submission

We were both nervous when we finally met at the Denver Four Seasons Hotel in the summer of 2005.

Our online relationship had begun 15 months earlier in a Yahoo BDSM room, before Yahoo had done away with the user rooms for good. Christie was a mother of two and married to a man named William who, by all accounts, seemed like a nice and genuine man and a wonderful father. Married for nearly 8 years, they had a comfortable, suburban lifestyle in a sophisticated, upper-class neighborhood. She said that her husband loved her, and by most material measures she was quite happy and content.

Except for the hunger she felt deep inside, that is.

Her yearning had started a couple years earlier, where she found herself being stirred by thoughts of submission. Maybe it had been the daily rigors of her double-life: the pressures brought on by her sales executive job, or the tensions caused by trying to raise two children and maintain a family while also juggling a career. But whatever it was that caused her to stir within, she found herself searching for – she wasn't sure at first – something that could help her escape. Something that would allow her to crawl deep inside herself, where she could give up control. She hungered for a way to give herself up. Completely.

We chatted for months, and once our trust and respect for one another had been established, we decided to meet in person and take our relationship to the next level. Both of us were attached and so we required absolute discretion, which it turned out, was one of the most attractive parts of our meeting. We would explore each other together – push through our respective limits – then go home and water our suburban lawns. We would meet and slake our hunger, then return to our comfortable, middle class lives. It was irresistible.

The room was on the 27th floor and offered a full panoramic view of Denver's Front Range. With two layers of curtains covering the large-paned windows, I pulled the outer curtains completely open and left the white, laced underside closed; it afforded us a nice view of the mountains but, if anyone were to look into the window from across the city, they would only see our silhouettes. I had scattered tea candles across the room and turned off the lights, giving the room a dull orange glow; I stared at myself in the full-length mirror alongside the bed while I poured 2 glasses of champagne. When I heard a knock at the door, I knew we were ready.

"Come in – it's open," I said.

Christie opened the door quietly, looking like a puppy that had been caught in a sudden rainstorm. She was shorter than I had thought she would be, but the tight black cocktail dress hugged her athletic body. Her blonde hair was hanging down across her bared shoulders, and her blue eyes crinkled at the corners when they met mine. "I can't believe I'm actually here," she said as she tossed her purse on the chair.

Walking towards her, I handed her a chilled glass of champagne. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Christie," I said. "You look exactly like I pictured you would." I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, then we toasted.

"To our journey," I said.

She put the glass to her lips, sipped, and said: "To our journey."

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"Very much so," she nodded.

I took a sip of champagne, then said: "You know, it's not too late, if you like. We can drink our champagne – just two friends meeting for a drink – then both go home to our lives. No harm at all. They wouldn't have even missed us."

She held the glass in her hand; she looked confused. "Is that what you want?" she asked.

"No. I want you." I replied. "I want you in all ways, like we've talked about. But like we've established: trust is earned, not given. I want you – but only if you want to give." My voice sounded soft yet deep, comforting and in control.

She nodded. I could tell she was nervous.

"Perfect," I said. "Then the rules we set will hold. You have my word on it. Do you remember what they were?"

"I do," she said.

"Please tell me," I said as I set my glass down onto the end table.

"I'm to do as you ask, in all ways. If you ask me what I really want, I'm to tell you. Complete honesty. You'll respect whatever I ask, although you'll push me in areas you think I want to explore," she said.

"You've got a very good memory," I said. "And what's the final thing?"

"Our code word," she said.

"Which is?" I asked.

"Stop. It's simple. If I've reached my limit, I just say 'stop.'" she said.

"It's that simple," I replied.

"Is it really?" she asked, obviously intrigued. I could see the hunger in her eyes.

"It really is." I said. "So did you do as I asked, Christie?" I turned and faced the large, comfortable chair in the corner, walked over to it, pulled it towards the middle of the room, then sat down.

"I did," Christie said.

"Please show me," I said. I sat with my arms resting on the padded armrests, my feet firmly on the floor. Christie watched me get comfortable, then reached up to the spaghetti strap on her right shoulder. She pulled the strap down off her shoulder, then reached up and did the same to the left one. She walked over to me and turned around, exposing the zipper of her dress; I took the zipper and pulled it down towards her waist. The "zzzzzzipppppp" was the only thing we could hear as she turned around and faced me. Staring directly into my eyes, she grabbed the top of her black dress – just above her breasts – and pulled it down across the front of her body; she let it settle around her ankles and then stepped out of it.

Christie stood before me naked except for a white, mesh thong.

Her breasts were small and firm, and the anticipation had caused her pink nipples to grow and excite. They jutted out juicy and firm, betraying the nervousness I heard in her breath. I could see a small vertical patch of white pubic hair underneath her mesh front.

"Christie...you look absolutely ravishing, my dear. So beautiful," I said. I felt the initial rush of erection push against the zipper of my black pants.

"I trimmed it, exactly as you said," she said, looking down at the small patch of hair between her legs.

"Show me then," I asked.

Christie sat down on the corner of the long ottoman at the foot of the bed, three feet in front of my chair. She pushed her knees apart, balancing her legs atop black, stiletto heels, then put her hands flat onto the lower part of her belly. Pushing her hands down over the top of the mesh panty, she grabbed the right side and pulled it open. Her beautiful pussy lips jumped out from underneath the constraints of her panties, and when her hand brushed them they opened slightly, revealing her glistening wetness.

"Mmm, yes, I see," I said, watching her hands touch herself. "You've shaved it into a small patch, just like I like. Thank you, my dear."

She smiled, almost embarrassedly, then began rubbing the front of her pussy.

"Well, since you've been so good already, you're ready for your first reward, hmm?" I said. "Why don't you take those panties off and come over here?" I asked.

Christie looked at me lovingly, stood, then stepped out of her white thong. It dangled around her right foot and as she crouched to pull it off, I interrupted:

"Leave it. I like it there," I said. "Come here."

In three short steps Christie stood before, her naked body hard and delicious. I studied her up and down, stopping on her beautiful pussy, the way her lips parted and pushed down towards her feet. The small blonde patch, an inch long tuft that moved up towards her belly, frame her lips and gave her an inviting, lustful look.

I slid off the chair and sat on the floor, my face even with her pussy lips.

"Now take this leg and put it up on the chair, baby," I said.

Christie's eyes looked crazed as she stared down onto me. She looked like she couldn't believe I was about to suck her. "Was this really happening?" she seemed to be asking. Then, she obediently took her right foot and put it up, over my head to the left, and set it up on the chair's seat. She now stood open before me, her soft, moist pussy just inches from lips.

In three short steps Christie stood before me, her naked body hard and delicious. I studied her up and down, stopping on her beautiful pussy, the way her lips parted and slipped down towards her feet. The small blonde patch, an inch long tuft that moved up towards her belly, framed her lips and gave her an inviting, lustful look.

I slid off the chair and sat on the floor, my face even with her pussy lips.

"Now take this leg and put it up on the chair, baby," I said.

Christie's eyes looked crazed as she stared down onto me. She looked like she couldn't believe I was about to suck her. "Was this really happening?" she seemed to be asking. Then, she obediently took her right foot and put it up, over my head to the left, and set it up on the chair's seat. She now stood open before me, her soft, moist pussy just inches from lips.

I tilted my head back and up towards her, like I was waiting for her to feed me. Christie watched me invite her, my lips slightly parted, then pushed her hips towards my face. I extended my tongue straight out and touched it to the moist tip of her clittie, and when my tip hit her flesh her knees buckled a bit, pushing her wet pussy down onto my face. Her lips slid right down onto mine, and her moisture gushed down the sides of my mouth as she pushed herself down.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, while throwing her back up towards the ceiling.

Reaching my hands up between her legs, I wrapped them around her cheeks and pulled her in towards me. Her beautiful cunt pressed hard against my face, smearing my lips with her delicious nectar. I moved my mouth against her sideways, back and forth, and she began to grind her hips hard into my face. Without warning, I extended my tongue all the way out and then pushed it through her swollen, meaty lips; I slid myself all the way inside her, stopping only when my nose nuzzled up against her tight clittie.

Christie's hands grabbed my hair now, and her moan was a gutteral "fuckkkkkkk". She fucked my face, pummeling me with abandon. I could feel my tongue slide in and out of her with each of her bucks, until I pushed myself all the way in again and held it. Christie tried to pull out but I held her tight with my arms, preventing her from fucking against my tongue. She threw her head down towards me, her hair tossing forward and over her shoulders. She stared at me through the strands of her hair; she looked like a lust-filled animal.

With my tongue all the way inside her, I stared deep into her azure blue eyes. Slowly, I began to curl the tip of my tongue, and as it curled it rubbed against the front of her inner fleshy ridges, those soft petals that were reserved for only the tenderest of touches. As I moved my tongue up and down over her G-spot ridges, she again threw her head back and again fucked my face. I felt her pace quicken against me as I pushed up and down against her inner cunt wall, and then quickly, with her hands full of my hair, I felt her pussy quiver around my tongue; I felt her delicious, juicy release over my lips and my tongue. Her hips thrusted lighter now, and with each time she pressed against me she gushed more, like a hand that was pressing against a soft, wet sponge. Her beautiful pussy fed me her juices again and again, and I felt her hot wetness dribbling down my cheeks and over my neck. As her body stopped twitching, I pulled my tongue out of her, then gently pressed my lips to hers. I looked up at her bright red face and smiled, pleased at her total submission to my will.

"Thank you, my sweet, you were a very good girl. Thank you for cumming on my face," I smiled.

She nodded, her breathing still too heavy for her to respond.

"You can see how ready I am for you, can't you?" I asked, then looked down towards my hard, hairless shaft.

Christie nodded, still panting.

"Very good then, my dear. Now I have other plans for you. Switch places with me, won't you?" I asked.

Without saying a word, Christie gathered her hair and threw it over her head. As I stood up and turned around, she knelt in front of the chair, facing me. Her face hovered inches away from my dark, hard cock, and as she stared at it hungrily I took its full length in my hand and gripped it. "I think it's time we fed you, don't you?" I asked.

Christie's eyes stared up into mine, then she looked back down and gave me a quick smile. She nodded, then put her hands behind her back and waited.

I lowered my voice to a whisper as I stepped forward. "Christie, now I want you to take me in your mouth – BUT – there are a few rules. One, you're not allowed to use your hands at all; you can only use your mouth and face to please me. You must keep your hands behind your back. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, of course." Christie said. "As you wish."

"Very good. The second rule is that you're to do exactly as I say, without hesitation. When I say I want you to do something, you'll do it. Good?" I said.

Christie nodded her head.

"The third thing I want to say is that, if you're a good girl, I'll reward you by filling you, as you've wanted. But only if you've done as told, to my satisfaction. Blink your eyes twice if you understand."

She blinked once, then twice, then tilted her head up towards me. She smiled as her eyes locked onto mine.

"Very good, my dear. We understand each other." I put my hands behind my back and stepped forward, so my hard cock stood an inch from her lovely lips. I looked down at Christie and smiled. "Baby...touch the tip of your tongue to my head. Swirl it around the tip and taste my excitement."

Christie nearly jumped at my cock. She extended her tongue tip and touch it directly to my cum hole, and when she did a drop of pre-cum transferred to her tip. She swirled the salty sweetness around my head once...twice.....then a third time, finally finishing with her tip hooking around my cock's crown, the small "v" underneath my head.

"Mmmm, baby. Lovely. Tell me: how do I taste?" I asked.

"Delicious, Sir. May I have more?" Christie asked. She licked her lips and smeared my pre-cum across them.

"Of course, dear. Open your mouth and swallow my shaft. Take me in your mouth."

She immediately opened her mouth and pushed her face onto me, taking as much of my shaft into her mouth as she could. Closing her eyes as she pushed down onto me, she began thrusting her face onto my shaft, in and out, slowly but deliberately. I looked down to watch her swallow me, again and again. She pushed her head down as far as she could then, with me fully inside her mouth, looked up into my eyes; she smiled with her eyes as she slid her tongue under my shaft.

"You're a lovely cocksucker, baby," I moaned to her.

Christie said nothing, just continued to devour my shaft. Her head was pumping onto me now; she had established a slow, steady rhythm.

I gently put my hand on top of her head and said: "Stop. Let me look at you."

She immediately stopped thrusting and held my shaft between her lips, looking up at me. She awaited further instructions.

"Now – remove your lips from the shaft, dear. Just hold me in your teeth. I want to see your teeth against my cock, like you're going to bite me." I said. "But you won't bite me, will you baby? We trust each other."

Christie removed her lips from my shaft and bared her teeth, gently surrounding my shaft. Her gorgeous blue eyes looked up at me as she held me in her teeth.

"Very good baby....now take your tongue tip and touch it to my hole, very gently." I said.

While holding me in her teeth, Christie touch her tongue tip to my cum hole and swirled it across my tip.

"Mmmm....oh yes, baby. You're so beautiful. I can't wait to fill you up." I moaned.

Christie closed her eyes and held me in her teeth, continuing to swirl her tongue around my crown.

I stepped back and pulled my cock out of her mouth, then held it firmly in my fist. I pulled my shaft up and flat towards my belly, exposing my smooth balls. I spread my legs slightly and said: "Kiss my balls, baby. Take each one of them – GENTLY – onto your lips."

I held my shaft up and out of her way, while Christie leaned and gently kissed my right ball....then my left. She let out a soft, barely-audible moan as her lips caressed my smooth skin, and she gently nibbled both of my full balls. Her tongue snuck out and moved downward across the hard, smooth muscle that ran from the bottom of my sack towards my ass; and she began gently nibbling back and forth across the hard ridge.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes baby...good girl," I mumbled, my voice still whispered.

I pushed my shaft straight down and out now, then gently guided her chin back up towards my cock. "Eat it baby," I moaned as she swallowed me yet again. The warmth of her lips around me caused my balls to tighten, preparing them to release the load she'd been coaxing from me. She pumped her face again and again onto me, and when she did so she drooled onto her lips. I could hear her slurp hungrily with each swallow.

"I think you're ready for me, don't you baby?" I asked, putting my hand on her head and stopping her. I leaned back and let my glistening cock plop out of her mouth; it dangled there in front of her, a thin line of saliva stringing from her lips to my cockhead.

"Yes, Sir – I've been a very good girl. I'd like you inside me." Christie moaned.

I reached down and lifted her by her arms, then led her over to the bed. I faced her towards the bed then, while holding her shoulders, leaned her down until her breasts lay down onto the bed. She stood with her knees far apart, bent over and leaning onto the bed. As if out of instinct, Christie reached back and grabbed her cheeks, opening them for me, exposing both of her willing holes.

I stepped forward with my still-glistening shaft in my hand, then released it and let its length settle between her cheeks. It fell flat and wet against her cheeks with a soft "slap". I put my hands on her hands and pushed lightly, gently pinning her down onto the bed. She arched her back and offered up both holes to me.

"Which hole shall I have, baby? It's your choice," I asked as I pressed her into the bed.

"Whichever hole You want, Sir. They're Yours to take....all, just for You." Christie moaned as the bedsheets muffled her voice.

I held my glistening shaft in my hand and rubbed it up and down the soft, fleshy ridge between Christie's two beautiful holes. As my head slid up and down her moist holes, she moaned underneath me. I stopped at her ass - her beautiful backside pucker - and felt her catch her breath, and when I heard her gasp I knew what I wanted.

Gently, I settled my swollen head at her ass then paused; I put my hands on her hips. I felt her hold her breath as my hands touched her hips, and rather than move forward I simply stayed there, waiting for her next move. She seemed to sense this and she paused, grabbed the sheets hard with both hands, then slowly backed her cheeks onto my hard, shining shaft.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned as she slide straight back onto my cock. Her beautiful ass ate me completely as her hips moved backward, and when her cheeks met my balls she stopped. I sat, fully pushed inside her ass, feeling her tightness envelope me.

"You're a very good girl, baby," I moaned, as I began to push in and pull out of her. I moved easily through her, almost like a backside pussy, and with every gentle thrust she accepted me willingly, hungrily. She ate every inch of me, time and time again, and I marveled at how different it was to be in her ass than her pussy: there were no muscles inside to grip me and as I pushed through her opening I moved freely inside her. It was exquisite.

"Nnnnngh," she moaned as she accepted me, her beautifully white ass up, her knees spread wide. Her right hand snuck back underneath her legs, and she began massaging her soaked pussy as I continued fucking her beautiful ass.