We had never met, although I felt I knew him. For several months, all we did was talk and text, spending as much time online together as possible. We met in an online game -- not the most likely of places to find a lover, yet it fit us and our relationship so well. It all started with some conversation, quickly and seamlessly moving beyond that into a much deeper connection. When he first asked for a photo of me, I was shy and a little nervous -- I had never ever sent any sort of risqué photo to anyone, and yet here I was seriously considering it with a man who lived more than 200 miles away, who, incidentally, was nine years my junior.
The first time I hit send on a picture, one which was barely the wrong side of decent, my stomach was filled with butterflies and I felt sick with apprehension. Would he like my 36 year old Mum-body? I was hardly enamoured of my own physique, and I found it hard to believe anyone could possibly find it attractive. Yet his response left me agape. My phone pinged with a picture of him, holding his large, erect cock -- clearly something had interested him in a big way. Moments later a video arrived -- this man was very turned on.
From that moment, I couldn't wait to meet him in person. As our texts and conversations became more and more seductive and erotic, I found myself waking up in the middle of the night from dreams of him -- feeling my pussy and my entire body pulsate as I climaxed myself awake, a thing that had never happened to me before. We talked about things we enjoyed, and I was thrilled to discover that he could maybe help me fulfil one of my greatest fantasies -- I had always had a fascination with being submissive, and I hoped this man could help me finally live out those desires. That night I dreamed of him again, waking up with a deep need.
Four months after first meeting in-game, we finally had the chance to meet in person. We met at a hotel halfway between our respective home towns, flying into each other's arms as though we had known each other for a lifetime. We sat and talked for a while, but both of us could feel the sexual tension building, making it harder and harder to remain calm. After a bit the conversation dried up, and we just sat, holding hands across the table, staring into each other's eyes and anticipating what was to come.
He made the first move, suddenly breaking eye-contact and pulling me by the hand from the table. We almost ran up to the room we had booked and hurried inside, breathless and giggling. As the door closed behind me, I stood at a loss for a moment -- what did he expect from me? What should I do now? Thankfully he took that decision away from me, calling me insistently towards the bed, where he sat, an obvious bulge already grown in his jeans. Hesitantly, I approached him. I was clearly not fast enough for him because he leaped up and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards the bed with an insistence that set my pulse racing. We stood there for a moment, again gazing into each other's eyes, his hand still locked around my wrist.
A husky sound from deep inside his throat broke the spell, and suddenly I looked down, unexpectedly nervous.
"Take off your top," he ordered.
Slowly I did as he asked, fingers trembling both with apprehension and desire. I knew that he liked my breasts -- he had requested several pictures of them and seemed to be quite fixated, so I was hardly surprised he wanted to see. I could feel his eyes on me as I lifted my top over my head. Suddenly, his hand caught hold of my wrists, still trapped inside my top. His other hand quickly unhooked my bra, then went immediately to my left breast. He growled in pleasure and I could feel my body responding to the sound. His fingers worked my hard nipple, while his other hand still held my arms above my head. His head dipped down and I gasped as I felt him take my nipple into his mouth and start to suck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin and I gave an involuntary shudder.
"Hold still!" he growled.
I was finding it hard to stay still already, but as his hand found my other nipple, the first still set between his teeth, I squirmed slightly. His hand leaving my breast, I felt a sharp smack on my ass.
"I told you to hold still, girl. Do you have to be punished for disobeying me?"
"Oh, yes sir!" I exclaimed, only half teasing, feeling my pussy pulsate just hearing the words.
He dropped my arms and I felt a small pang of disappointment as he stepped away from me, wondering if I'd gone too far too fast.
"Take off your clothes and kneel down. Don't look up," he ordered.
I undressed as quickly as I could, then knelt on the soft carpet, eyes down on the floor, hands on my thighs. I didn't look up, even though I could hear some odd sounds behind me. Suddenly I could feel him next to me, his body radiating heat as he stood over me, just gazing down. I knelt there, waiting for whatever would come next.
"Put your arms behind you," he said softly.
I complied, and felt a loop of soft cord fasten around my wrists, not so tight it hurt, but definitely firmly enough to prevent me escaping it. Eyes still on the floor, I shivered in anticipation, feeling wetness grow between my legs as I considered the possible fulfilment of one of my biggest fantasies.
"Stand up, keep your eyes down," he demanded, giving my wrists a jerk to help me stand.
I stood, my breath coming faster as I waited. I didn't have to wait long. I felt his powerful hand rest against the top of my back, and suddenly I was pushed face-down onto the bed. He kept the pressure on my back, making it impossible to move. My nipples were grinding into the sheet, and my legs were dangling over the side of the bed, knees barely brushing the floor. I felt his hot breath as he whispered into my ear: "You want me to punish you?"
I groaned, hoping he would take it for assent.
