I am Sam and this is my story.
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I walked into the coffee shop, and couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. I mean, this was a blind date. My friend Laura from work had said she was fit, but girls always say that about their friends. This girl looked incredible. She wore a tight white sleeveless top, showing a superb cleavage, easily a DD cup, curving into a shapely waist. Perfectly straight red hair ran down her pale skin and grazed the top of her breasts. Her eyes were a vivid blue, her lips were full, her face delicately pretty, yet she did not look vulnerable. She sat with one finger, nail painted a deep red like the others, in the corner of her mouth as she absent mindedly looked down at the newspaper in front of her.
It can't be her, I thought, this is too good. Yet she was sat where her text said she would be, her hair the right colour. But that was the only detail she had given me, I hadn't expected this.
"Emily?" I asked, voice a bit weaker than I'd intended. My heart beat faster as she looked up, and gave me a little smile. Beautiful, but a little mocking, perhaps. I suddenly regretted not putting more effort in. My hair was as long and curly as always, my t-shirt and jeans plain and cheap.
"Ah, Sam" she smiled, and I joined her, trying to look more confident than I felt.
Shit, what do I say? What do I normally say when I'm talking to people? The silence of a few seconds seemed excruciating. Luckily, she broke it.
"So, why are you going on blind dates at twenty-three?" she asked in a well spoken, though not overly posh, southern English accent.I managed to remain cool
"I could ask you the same" I replied in my slightly less polished Estuary accent.
She grinned at me, showing flawless white teeth. This girl really had it all.
"Most men can't satisfy my needs" she said quietly, and so suggestively I was embarrassed to release I was already getting hard. I squirmed to adjust my dick under my waistband. She seemed to enjoy me squirming.
"Most women can't satisfy mine" I retorted, feeling a bit stupid for just mirroring her question again, but it was true. I'd had a few short term girlfriends, but I'd always struggled with the sex. Most girls want to be on the bottom, but so do I. And I need to be dominated. I found this too embarrassing to tell some girls. Others gave it a half hearted try, but it wasn't what I really wanted, what I really needed.
"So what are your needs?" I asked
"Simple really. I want a man to do whatever I want". The words made me dick fully hard. I looked her in the eyes
"I would do whatever you wanted" I blurted out. Oh God, I couldn't believe I just said that. I looked down immediately. Thirty seconds into the date and I'd made myself look like a total loser. It really was pathetic how quickly I'd become totally infactuated with this woman.
But when I looked up, she was looking at me with real interest. I felt like, somehow, she already knew. She knew how I wanted to be tied up, humiliated, fucked up... Her eyes penetrated mine.
"Really?" she asked "You'd do anything?" Her voice was so sexy, so suggestive...
"Anything" I replied instantly. She liked the fact I said so straight away. I realised that I was now leaning over the table, with her sat back in her chair. Suddenly, she leaned in too, so our faces were almost touching. I loved her confidence.
"So if I asked you to do something for me, you'd do it, straight away?" She whispered
"Yes. Absolutely" I again replied straight away, so caught up in the moment, so hard...
She pulled away slightly, looked me hard in the eyes, and demanded
"Piss yourself."
I couldn't believe she'd asked me that. I couldn't seriously do that, could I? And did I want to? I mean I was into a lot of weird stuff, but not that...
I realised I'd already started. I panicked. What if this was a joke? Of course it was a joke. Shit. I can't stop. She'll tell Laura, everyone at work will know, I'm going to have to walk home with a massive stain on the front of my jeans... I could feel the hot urine soaking into my jeans. Shit. And into my t-shirt as well, I'd tucked my hard dick into my waistband. This was a fucking nightmare... I looked up, waiting for her to look disgusted. But she didn't. She looked surprised, but intrigued. She slowly lent forward, to see the damage I had done to myself.
"I..." I could only mutter. She gave me an evil smile
"You're coming home with me".
From there, it is a bit of a blur. She took me by the hand, and led me out the cafe. Her grip was firm and her walk determined, and even though she was shorter than me, shorter than she'd seemed sitting own, I felt totally in her power. Finally I got to see her arse, and it was as wonderful as the rest of her, large, pert and well rounded, hugged tight by denim shorts over black leggings. I had no idea if people noticed my stain, and I didn't care, I thought only of her. And then briefly on Laura, and how I could possibly thank her. From then on, I thought of nothing but Emily.
She drove a new looking blue Saab, not too fancy but certainly showing she had a fair amount of money for her age, certainly more than me. She opened the back door, sat me down, did my seatbelt, as I simply wordlessly obeyed. She drove, I don't know how long. I simply sat in my wet clothes. She stopped the car and walked round to me. By instinct, I didn't move, I just waited for her to get me. She opened the door, unbuckled me and led me into her house. We were in the countryside, in a very ordinary looking detached house. No one else was around. She led me inside and led me straight past the kitchen and living room, pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked a door, revealing a windowless room in total darkness. I wanted to go in more than I wanted my next breath.
She pushed me inside by the back of my head, then shut the door. I stood in total blackness as I heard her stride back into the house. I didn't dare to move around or look for a light, I just stood there, willing her to come back to me. And in a couple of minutes, she did. She held my arms from behind, so I didn't turn, then let go and the door shut and then locked, loudly, creating a sense of foreboding. She flicked a switch and two big ceiling lights came on, revealing a totally black room, with only a bench with straps coming off it, and boxes underneath. The room was small, without space to move around the bench, which was right in the middle, and with her behind me it created a thrilling feeling of being trapped. I had no idea what she might do, but I felt a little scared, and that thrilled me more than anything. It was a proper sex dungeon.
"Wow" I said, very quietly. She turned me, and I can honestly say I saw the sexiest sight of my life. She wore black knee high leather boots, black silk panties and a very tight black corset, making her breasts look incredibly huge. Her fair skin could not have looked more beautiful against her black clothing, and her deep red hair made the image almost unreal. She slapped me round the face, hard enough that it stung.
