After writing about my first experience meeting a fan of my writing 'dirty' writing style, I received some very positive feedback, from many women who love the master/slut style of story. One of those caught my eye immediately – short and sweet; "do you want to play online with a wanton married slut?". Hmmm, I thought to myself, of course I do!
I wrote back immediately, asking for more.. 'Who are you... what in my stories did you like? What do you want to do?' I asked, wanting to know if this was a slut who really wanted to play.
The responses took some time, which I half expected if this mystery woman was really married, sometimes time to play is difficult to come by, something I know myself. It turns out that my new fan lived in the UK as I do, and not that far away from my own home town. Not that I really matters of course, if you're playing online, the distance makes no real difference. 'It does matter if you ever want to meet' my naughty side whispered to me.
Well the correspondence started, as we slowly got to know each other. Both e-mails and msn our tools of fun... exploring each others minds while we couldn't explore each others bodies. She was an inexperienced sub, looking for a firm master to dominate her body and mind. She was obviously open minded, but a little scared to give up control... scared more by how far she'd go, than what I'd do... well that was my take on it.
As the talk got dirtier, and closer to the fantasies she had, the hotter she got. Her pussy betrayed her, heating her up, making her beg for more. We both ached for more.. more than words, more than touching ourselves while we typed. Both married, but both needing the hard, raw sex we both knew we need. 'Not even cheating really', I persuaded her, 'we're not having an affair; it's not about love, it's about a purely physical NEED'. Neither of our partners would satisfy this dirty lust, so we would have to take action.
In the end we could not fight it, and arranged to meet, in neutral ground; London.
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I walked into the bar I which we'd arranged to meet, freshly showered and shaved, my few things left in the cheap hotel room I had booked for the night. It was only 7pm, but we didn't want to meet too late, as there were no plans beyond just meeting and having a drink. I was feeling nervous, a first meeting with someone new is always a little nerve wracking, but more so when you've been sharing your darkest fantasies with them the last month or so. Can you ever live up to your online persona, even if you always try to be just yourself?
I was dressed, as always, casually; jeans, casual top, and skateboarder 'shoes'. I always dress for my own comfort, as when I feel comfortable, I feel confident. I looked around the half full bar, looking for my 'date', my eyes drifting between the women, looking for the long flowing red locks of my new 'slut'. I could not see her, which I had expected; it is a woman's prerogative after all, especially a beautiful woman. Instead I went to the bar, and ordered a large gin and tonic... well when in London, do as they do I thought to myself.
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'There she is', I thought to myself, sitting bolt upright as I caught sight of her, looking like a English rose, pale white perfect skin framed by her fiery red hair, falling down her back like a scarlet river, it's flow turbulent over hidden rocks. I took to my feet, beckoning her over with a wave, a smile lighting her face up as she nervously stepped towards me. I tried not to stare, but could not tear my eyes from her, my mind already playing images of stripping her of her pretty cotton blouse, wondering what she hid beneath the floaty skirt.
"It's good to finally meet you... slut." I said softly, looking round to check that no-one else was close enough to hear our conversation. My words brought a little red to her cheeks, flushing with a excitement.
"And you. Sir" she replied, stammering out the sir with a touch of embarrassment.
"You look as beautiful as your pictures." I told her, not needing to lie. She was a beautiful as any slut could be, dressed in a way that hid her dirty nature. "Now would you like a drink...or.... Would you like to go and fuck?" I asked, deciding to forget taking it slowly, my desire to take this slut throwing plans out the window.
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I shut the hotel room door behind me with a click, shutting out the outside world; finally bringing us together in complete privacy. Her eyes darted past me to the door, knowing that her normal life, the married life, lay beyond it. She stood on the edge of uncertainty, fear and adrenalin making her heart pump so very hard she could swear it was audible.
'Time to take charge' I thought to myself, eyeing my new slut up like a letch who was about to play with his new toy. "Get over here and on your fucking knees slut!" I commanded, pointing just where I wanted her, like a master calling his dog to heel. I could see the spark of fight in her eyes, and knew it wouldn't be as easy as that.
"I don't think so, who the fuck do you think you are?" she mocked, backing away. To slow bitch' I thought, as I closed quickly, grabbing her arms with my strong hands.
"You're going to learn how to behave and be a good sub by the time I've finished with you whore." I replied, using my strength to force her down onto the bed, pushing her down so she was laying on her back, legs hung over the side. I quickly straddled her, with my knees either side of her, so my weight bore down on her middle, my hands running up her arms to take her wrists captive. I felt her struggle beneath me, enjoying the feeling of power as I knew she could not escape... did not want to escape deep down. Pinning her arms in one hand, I reached under the pillow for something I had planted earlier.. a pair of hand cuffs, themselves tied by a length of material to the headrest of the bed. "You'll let me cuff you if you know what's good for you whore." I ordered, the look on my face making it plain I would hurt her if she didn't comply with my demand.
Still she had spirit... a spirit to be broken, as she tried to escape, thrashing her body against me, calling me names, threatening to scream. "Oh no you won't slut!" I cried, stuffing her mouth with a napkin, gagging her cries. My hand slapped firmly across her face, bringing her to her senses, fear in her eyes. "Now do what I say or I'll have to do something that will mark you, and you won't want your husband asking difficult questions will you? Maybe if I cover your tits in love bites, so they won't show in public, but will when your husband sees you undress!" I sneered, knowing I had power over her, she would have to comply. She sagged back to the bed, the look of defeat in her eyes... the look of submission beginning on her face, knowing her master was taking her for his own, and she now HAD to submit.
'Click' went the handcuffs as I snapped them in place, the only sound in the room now. The click sounded so loud, as if announcing the play to come. "Hmmm, now that is better my slut," I praised, looking her up and down not captive, "now we are ready to start."
The power I felt then as I looked down on this beautiful angel, bound for my pleasure, made me feel almost giddy, my cock hardening in it's confines. This made that switch inside me flick on, which always makes me let go, let the true master come out.
I placed my hands on her sides, sliding upwards and inwards, and felt her tremble under my touch. I slowly slide them up, my exploring fingers covered her breasts through the thin material of her blouse, feeling the lacy bra underneath. I started to squeeze, grope, enjoy... like a man who's never touched a woman before, but has a hunger to make up time. I needed to feel her skin so bad, wanted her so much, that I couldn't wait... I forgot the buttons, not caring anymore, and pulled hard, ripping the blouse open, the muscles in my arms straining from the effort. Her eyes went wide, shocked by my animal actions, as I ripped open her top, yanking her bra down to expose her breasts, pushed up obscenely, begging to be sucked.
I began to feast, licking, sucking, rubbing my face over her soft orbs, tongue teasing round each nipple, bringing them to attention with my mouth. I could feel my new sluts body react beneath me, attempting to grind her pussy against me, chest arcing up to meet my mouth. She tasted delicious, a slight hint of soap, but otherwise the delightful taste of a woman's skin, itself intoxicating. I sucked hard on a nipple, pulling my head up as I did so, extending the nipple, pulling it up away from her body, the pleasure and pain making her writhe. I let the nipple slip out of my mouth with a 'pop', licking and softly biting all over her breasts, leaving trails of saliva over her soft white skin.