After months of chatting about deep-rooted, kinky BDSM fantasies, I finally decided that I had to meet him in person. I recently discovered my submissive tendencies and met him online through an adult alternative lifestyle website. A year ago, I would have never guessed that I had these primal lusty urges hidden within. After all, I was a bored housewife whose husband had been ignoring her for years now. Because of this, I felt myself needing more, but more of what I initially did not know.
For some reason, chatting with him brought my wanton desires to the surface. I could tell him anything and he would listen wanting to hear more and more about my fantasies. He had a dominant personality, but never really defined himself as such. It was as if we automatically slipped into D/s roles without notice. In our online relationship, He was the Dominant and I was his submissive. In fact, he even renamed me "Cinnamon" to separate my regular life from my D/s experiences with him, my "Sir". "Cinnamon" was an appropriate name given my red hair and sweet personality. I was sweet on the outside with a deep hidden kink underneath that he wanted to uncover.
When talking with him I was no longer a bored housewife, but his slutty submissive willing to do anything to please him. Many times, he spoke about being sexually in control of a woman even bordering on sadistic at times. He desired to uncover the true slut within by stripping all inhibitions to the point where only animal lust remained. I so wanted to experience that and only hoped that he would be willing to help.
As the months passed and our conversations became more graphic and erotic, he emailed me pictures of sadistic scenes that turned him on. Admittedly, some scenes surprised me, as I had no idea how painfully extreme the alternative lifestyle could be. Yes, the pictures surprised me, but they never scared me away from him. In fact, some things that I saw made me immediately wet especially when conversing with him in greater detail about the given scene. I even went so far as picturing myself in the scenes as he did whatever he wanted to me. I do not know what he changed in me, but he flipped a switch revealing the dark slutty submissive within. This part of me was coming out more and more each day and I no longer wanted to hide it. Instead, I wanted to learn about it and experience all of the sensations that I only dreamed about or chatted about with him.
We shared many late night phone calls where he told me what to do and I obeyed without question. Usually during our phone scenes, he ordered me to whip my ass with a belt as hard as I possibly could while he listened to my painful screams. It was a rule that if he did not hear the belt slap against my ass, then it did not count and I would have to repeat the process. These self-induced whippings brought red welts to my fleshy ass instantly as I painfully writhed on my bed naked while he listened intently. As I had never experienced pain as such, I nervously did as he asked knowing that it would turn him on to no end. My need to please had pushed aside any pain I felt in order to please him. Fortunately, he always rewarded my painful ministrations by allowing me to eventually orgasm. Between his authoritative tone commanding me to touch my body while calling me nasty names, I always played with myself imagining it was him touching me which in turn forced me to cum very hard, something that I was definitely not used to doing. Many times, I was left dizzy lounging in a puddle of my own juices after ending our phone conversations. It was after one such scene that I realized I had to meet him in person. I just did not know when, as I was nervous, anxious and excited all at once. After much sexy flirting and erotic teasing, he emailed me one day, wondering if I would be available later in the evening. Usually, we emailed each other throughout the week to see when we would be able to chat online. But, something about this particular email piqued my interest. Immediately, I emailed him back curious as to what he had in mind. Did he want to finally meet? We had talked about meeting in past conversations, but nothing ever came of it except perhaps for us turning each other on badly. Throughout this particular day, we emailed back and forth and he finally asked about meeting later for a drink. Unfortunately, I was not able to do that as I was stuck at home without a car. I told him my predicament and he understood.
It was at that time that I threw caution to the wind and invited him over. Dumb move? Who knows? I had chatted with him for many months now, but still knew that many people would say that I should have not invited him to my house. I knew public meetings were the best but my lusty desire beat out logic on this decision. I was setting myself up for potential harm and did not care. I knew how careless this was and yet invited him over anyway needing to see him in person, to feel him touching me, driving me to the edge where my inner slut was hidden. She needed to be released and I needed him to do it NOW.
After chatting a bit more, he repeatedly asked me if I really wanted him to come over. He understood the risk that I was taking and said that I did not have to invite him over if I felt uncomfortable in any way. But, that was just it. I was nervous, but not afraid of him. So, I gave him directions to my house and swallowed all fear, as I knew that there was no turning back. Before ending our online conversation, I told him I was nervous because I actually had no idea what to wear.
With that he replied, "You know what to wear. I will be leaving in 5 minutes. See you soon." Then, he signed off.
It finally dawned on me as to what to wear. During our email exchanges, he had asked me to take "adult" pictures of myself in various positions wearing as little as I felt comfortable with. Surprisingly enough, I took some very creative pictures of myself for him. I took pictures wearing various teddies exposing my large tits, naked pussy and luscious ass to him in all sorts of sexual positions. I also included rope, toys and even clothespins in some of these pictures, which he liked very much. He particularly enjoyed the pictures of me bending over exposing my naked ass and pussy to the camera. That picture made me nervous and excited, knowing that his cock got rock- hard looking at that part of my body. In fact, taking the pictures for him got me so turned on that I ended up with pictures of my swollen aching pussy actually cumming. To be honest, I enjoyed the experience so much that I had forgotten I had a picture of my own juices oozing out of my hot cunt. Embarrassingly enough, he pointed it out to me and admitted that he wished he were there in person when that had happened. When reviewing the pictures, he did make note of a particular satin button down nightshirt I wore that he found extremely sexy, especially when it was unbuttoned. That was what I needed to wear for him.
Immediately, I ran upstairs to find the ivory satin nightshirt not knowing where I had put it. The nightshirt had been worn only once before and that was when I took the naughty pictures for him. Now, I was going to wear it again just for him. That idea brought a nervous smile to my face. I undressed quickly and put the nightshirt on. I shuddered as the cool fabric hit my hot skin as I was already getting excited in anticipation for his arrival. He told me that it would take him approximately 50 minutes to get to my house. So, with that running through my head, I began pacing throughout the house looking out every window I passed. Here it was 10pm and I was waiting for a complete stranger to come to my house. Was I nuts? What would he do?
Then, I giggled to myself and thought, "Whatever he wants", as I noticed my juices start to flow.
