We had met on a kinky dating site that does not exist anymore, that started with collar and ended with me, where people from all over the world searched for their kinky counterpart.
Our discussion had started very slowly, she lived four hours away by plane in a country I did not care much for. I was not certain about dealing with someone from that country and would have to clear certain things before anything deeper would happen.
Our exchanges went nowhere, and I decided to end it, thinking that the language barrier was unsurmountable. Disappointed, she then confessed to me that she spoke French fluently for she was an expat from France.
After that, our relation grew naturally, and we got to know each other far better and much more intimately. I almost flew to Turkey to meet up with her, but it did not happen, and our relation stayed virtual.
I was at point in my life where I was not certain about submission to another person, and she did not seem to have that much experience in it. Distance and lack of motivation on my part sent things to their natural end with no actual real-life meeting.
Ten years passed and yet I never forgot her. There were things about her that were real, and heart felt, which was refreshing to me. She had a naïve and natural way of approaching what she wanted which I was not unsensitive too. Like me she had a family but did not want to live certain things with her significant other. I would think of her more often than I cared to admit.
One day, as I was checking where one of the bands I liked was playing, I noticed they had a concert date in her city. I thought that it could give me a good excuse to get in touch with her, for she liked them too and one of their songs was, in a way, our song.
I did just that, writing a letter without signing it from an anonymous account, and she immediately recognized whom it was from. It turns out both of us were happy to rekindle and the contact was easy and natural. I had grown in many ways, and I was mature enough to accept the fact that I needed to feel owned and that I longed an asymmetrical relation.
She on the other hand had had some experiences on the same side of the leash as me, and she seemed ready to try the leading part. We exchanged quite a bit and discovered what we had in common in terms of tastes. As before she was not a cliché domme, she was a real person with a taste in things that left me longing for a meeting.
After a couple of years of exchanging and breaking off, on the rhythms of our busy lives, I decided that I knew what I wanted out of this relationship, and I wrote to her saying that I could be her friend when she wanted me to be and her whore when she needed me to be. She simply answered, "I accept".
We would exchange during the week and at some time she would ask me to do things in front of my camera. She liked to watch me masturbate at times, and she introduced me to figging, front and back. She sent me a butt plug, to widen my arse hole, and she enjoyed watching me wear it.
Out of the blue she told me she was going to be in N, in France in a month. I checked with my schedule, and I could free my self for three days that week. I booked a flight, and made some reservations, and thought that a month would pass quickly after waiting more than ten years. I was wrong it did not, but on the other hand, our exchanges were now far more focused, and we had set the ground rules between us. I had told her she could do/touch/ask anything. She was not into heavy S&M so I had no qualms telling her all was ok between closed doors.
Then the fateful date arrived, and I took the plane to N. I had to fly to Barcelona first and then I landed in N, it was spring, and the weather was lovely. I only had a check in bag, so I was out in no time, and immediately I saw her waiting by the gate, I walked to her with my heart pounding, and stood there,
"Bonjour Ann", I said, we kissed on the cheeks, and she asked,
"How was your journey?"
"It was long but uneventful, to be truthful I thought it lasted for ever, but I am here now"
"Indeed, you are" she said as she led the way to her car, when we got to the car, she pushed me against it, and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue invading my mouth, her hand slid into my pants, and, as she made skin contact with my cock and balls, she smiled,
"Well, hello there."
She broke the kiss, and we got into the car, she just told me
"I want the head of your cock out, no foreskin."
I complied and pulled it out, uncapped it, and we proceed to drive to my Airbnb. She was driving an automatic, and her right hand was on my crouch, she used her thumb and index to open my cock, and the nail of her index was playing with my pee-hole. She had beautifully painted nails and the spectacle of her hand on my cock, made it hard to have a normal conversation. But none the less I tried, with some moans and her nail went deeper in. She remarked,
"Not much has been in there I take it?"
"Only your nail and the ginger root you had me put in for you," I answered. She smiled and said,
"We have work to do."
We arrived at my Airbnb which was as advertised, I opened the flat and we both walked in. She looked around the place and remarked it was nice, then with no preamble she just told me
"Strip, in my presence, you will be naked at all times."
I did what was asked of me, and she asked me to go and make some tea. I returned to the living room with a pot of tea with two cups, I served the cups tea and she had me kneel in front of her, as she sat on the sofa.
We drank our tea, me at her knees, her feet were playing with my cock and balls, she had these red high heel shoes, and her toes and heel took turn playing with me, as we discussed everyday life. I was of course rock hard, and as she finished her cup, she told me,
"Time for a bit of prodding don't you think?"
Not waiting for my answer, she opened my pee hole with one hand and slid very slowly her heel in me, telling me
"If it hurts badly let me know"
I was completely focused on my sensations, but she went in very slowly and I had no problem with it. Before I knew it, she was fucking my cock with her heel, and I was just on my knees in front of her, talking.
"This is surrealistic" I remarked, "Talking to you as you fuck my cock".
