Change Can Surprise You,
Part 3: Ready Or Not Here I Cum
Before I met him, I was definitely nowhere ready for it but he changed my mind. I didn't realize this was exactly what I was waiting for. Call it prayer, manifestation, or just how life works but whatever it was called, I had silently asked for this to come and enhance my lonely existence. I'm not actually lonely as I have my siblings and can always find things to do. Meeting people is easy, but it was the loss of my parents that made me slow down. Certain things didn't matter to me as much anymore but I still yearned for it all. I yearned to find love again and I yearned for a man's touch. A real man--whatever that means to me, right? I had the image in my head of what that meant and everything I wanted in a partner. I'm telling you that I manifested him into fruition. Something drew him to me and when I met him I felt it almost immediately like Fate (whatever that is) wanted us to be together.
Recently there has been a lot of back and forth, even some light bickering over text and suddenly he's just disappeared. We haven't seen each other since I was last invited to his house. Call me a big-city (small-city now), spoiled brat, but I'm really not used to things going this way, which is not my way and that's fine but at this point it's not going any which way. OGT, where have you been hiding? Another week passes, then a tad more conversation was exchanged, with a tad more quarreling and sadly, it all seemed to be ending as quickly as it had begun. Truthfully, we hadn't actually started anything yet--and I felt jipped. I'm sure he felt somewhat the same. Then finally something let up and we made a breakthrough. I wanted just one more night to experience exactly what he liked and then he would be rid of me if that was what he wanted. That's not what I wanted but I also wasn't going to budge on what was important to me and he wasn't budging either. I just wanted compromise. We were two lone wolves that strayed from the pack--we didn't need anybody but that didn't rule out the wanting somebody factor. So we agreed to meet up but this time he had very specific instructions and the demands kept coming.
In the past, I've happily submitted to my lovers as I consider myself a sub in the bedroom, but also never labeled myself anything other than 'vanilla'. Maybe a small fetish here and there but nothing that stood out or would consume my thoughts to the point of needing it to enjoy sex. This guy was on a completely elevated level and the kind of thrill I felt when he commanded me to do as he wished was like no other. He was a dangerous man, at least for me. I was already hooked. He had my naked little body wrapped around his finger the first day I met him. So why wasn't I in compliance with everything he wanted? Because I wanted to be more than just another one of his pastime girls. I wanted to be the girl, his lil one and the one that made him feel loved, wanted...alive. I wanted connection and to adore each other. I already was falling hard and it felt like home. I was ready to put away my prowling days and cherish this man because he was a God! But I hadn't experienced all his flavors just yet and tonight would either break me in (in a good way) or leave me feeling broken.
"I can do 5 at the house, returning my 25 dollars. But I'll only open the front door if the money is between your teeth and you're on your knees. You probably shouldn't wear clothes important to you as they may not survive--meaning they won't....at all," he firmly indicated.
Ooooh, how dirty--money is so dirty but I agreed to everything he commanded. I pulled into the same spot as I had parked before since he had been fine with that. An old pair of yoga pants and dingy gardening shirt loosely draped my contours. Prior to our current date, he booked another massage which was cancelled when conversation revealed we were not in alignment with certain stipulations. He wanted me to comply and I wanted him to open up to the possibility of love. We were at a standstill and because he cancelled his massage appointment, I owed him money for the deposit he made when booking. I rang the doorbell and dropped to my knees in accordance with his instruction. The door opened and he stood in front of me as my head bowed still clamping onto the money with my teeth while holding a gift behind my back. He removed the cash and helped to raise me onto my feet.
"I brought you a gift. You look very comfy in your robe and slippers." Definitely garments I would wear while in my own home.
"Shhhh. We can tend to that later, after I've had my way with you." He proclaimed as he immediately collared me and attached a leash. After setting the gift aside, he adorned me next with a concealing face cover that blacked out my ability to see anything. Not having the use of my vision was somewhat bothersome at first but I was having fun learning to let go and trust him. "Now follow me." He led me through his house like he was giving me a tour. "These are stairs, just go slow and listen to me; I've got you," he reassured me in a gentle voice. His gentle voice was how he talked normally and I found it to be very comforting. "Last step," he said as we returned to where I was collared. He paused for a moment and lifted the face cover to unveil my lips and he kissed them long and hard. I had no clue what was going to happen next but he continued to lead me to an area that had the lights dimmed as everything became darker. We must have traveled to the couch or a chair, as he sat down, lowering me with him back onto my knees. The lack of vision added to the excitement that rushed throughout my body, the way a cold glass of water courses through you on a record-hot day. I felt like purple electricity. Is there such a thing? And then he grabbed my hand and placed it upon his lap; his robe obscuring what treasures lie beneath. Despite the material obstruction and loss of sight, I was able to find his mountain of gold. It was half-mast but would not be for long. When he had enough of my hands, he pushed my head down and said, "open for, Daddy." I complied and he throat fucked me until I gagged, which excited him and prompted him to pull down my oversized yoga pants to give me three hard spankings on my left butt cheek.
