Change Can Surprise You Pt 03

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.

"Ooooo," I moaned. Ouchie that stung but little did I know he was just warming me up for what was about to come.

Gagging on cock absolutely can make me squirt which is why I like it and building up the saliva needed for serious sucking is a bonus. Like ultimate frisbee, you can pretend you have what you need to play but unless you have the set-up, we all know you ain't actually playing ultimate frisbee. So for me, a bj without good saliva is like eating two hot dogs at the same time without any condiments. What I'm trying to say is that it's too dry and not fun for either person. Anyway, he had his fill and we were on the move. He helped raise me to my feet again. Turned me, presumably away from the couch, slapped my ass hard one more time, pulled up my pants, and put my mouth away back under the silky sheath designated for this night. My heart was pounding. It had been pounding pretty much the entire time so far but I was able to ignore it. Now that he was leading me to somewhere new, I was fully aware of its message to me. But was it warning me or pure excitement or a little of both?

I'm not big into adrenaline rushes; let me refrase that to adrenaline surges, as I call them. I've had plenty and I like to reserve the fight or flight kind for emergency mode. But otherwise a little adrenaline rush is natural, like the kind of rush you get when you sing karaoke in front of a large crowd of unknown faces. Or when you go in for an exam, or how about demonstrating a jujistu combo on a partner in from of not just your own class but the whole studio? The adrenaline can help you to preform better. Still, this man already made me feel nervous, I wasn't sure how much more I could take or how much was healthy for me. Prior to this date, I had been doing a lot of research about BDSM. My friend, Connor sent a few videos from a social media account he and his wife follow. He also met up with me and explained that the adrenaline rush was part of the thrill and it either does it for me or it doesn't and time would tell. He wished me luck, gave me a sensory stimulating toy as a "welcome to my world" gift and that was it; that was my pep talk. 'Go get 'em Tiger.'

The next 25 minutes happened incredibly fast, its hard to recreate which part happened first. Was there music? No. Did he cuff my wrists and ankles? Yes, absolutely. Was I still deprived of sight? Oh yes and while he was hooking me up to this and putting on that, I was buzzing inside like an overworked air conditioner. Everything seemed to be in place, meaning me. I was face-down, sprawled out like a star; anything he wanted to do, he could have as I was being pulled from every direction by the fastenings attached to my extremities.

"Let us begin," he whispered in my ear, breaking the silence.

'Oh my god,' I said in my head still unsure of why I was giving this man any of my trust. Because I liked him, I wanted him, I wanted him to take me however he liked. I couldn't help myself. He was just too empyreal for me to resist and somehow already broke through my tough-gut act which welcomed me to bend at his will. I cannot believe it--is this love I'm feeling or just pure lust? It must be lust--no way could I be in love with this man already! Why; how could I be?

I am the type of person that knows very early on whether I will or will not fall for someone but this was all so different. I couldn't keep up with my mixed emotions. I'm just going to block them out and enjoy the ride. I can accurately access what my feelings are when the rush has died down and I'm left in the aftermath of this Tornado but right now--I want to feel him cum. I want his cum all over me. I want to taste him; I want him to fill me with his cum so when I leave, I can feel it drip out of my still throbbing pussy as it runs down my leg.

"Oooo," I moan again. "Smack!" The paddle echoes as you uses it multiple times on my right butt check. He sets it down. "Pppprrrrrrrrit! Ssschrrrript!" The sound my sacrificial clothing makes as it rips away from my body. He presses the knife into my flesh which both tickles and frightens me. I jerk some. I don't want to let on how frayed my nerves are. "Ploop," the butt plug entered with ease, to my surprise. Hmmm. He seems to be quite good at this. "Ooooo," I moan again, writhing some. Thinking about how well he was doing what he was doing to me made me want him even more! I could cum already but was going to keep holding back. I did not want to let on how much I was enjoying this, not yet. I was not prepared for what came next and I can't say I found it sexy exactly but he is sexy. The way he can take control is sexy and the way my body responds to him whether I try to resist or not is sexy.

The proper terminology is unclear to me but slowly he introduces each of his "tools", one by one, warming me up for the big finale...

END OF PART 3