Meeting up for the very first time and a once in a life time trip...
I am a lover of Art. Ever since childhood, I have always seen things from a creative eye, and naturally excelled in anything that required a creative force. When I would draw or paint, I had to feel the emotion of the topic before I could put anything down on canvas. For some people, it could be "how light hits..." or "the color of it does this or that etc.," but for me, there had to be something that stood out special or sparked an emotion, similar to the method of the famous American Artist, Andrew Wyeth.
When I was 18, my mother would not let me attend my senior prom and so, I 'acted out' by creating a prom dress collage-like mural of a girl showing up at her prom, wearing a shocking strapless dress made up of a sea of faces of pretty models and prom dresses, permanently glued to one bedroom wall! My mother was livid!
Anyway, back to the story...
It wasn't long ago that in the location that we chose for our first meeting or play session for the first time, many of the local Capetonians steered clear of the city's Victoria & Alfred Waterfront and surrounding shore. The area was known as both an industrial shipping hub and a tourist magnet, dealing in knick-knacks and sightseeing cruises.
That perception changed however, when the Zeitz Museum of Contemporary Art Africa opened in late 2017, in a former grain feed storage, which was redesigned by the famous London architect named Tom Heather-wick. The museum holds one of the world's largest collections of contemporary African art, much of it from the personal holdings of Jochen Zeitz, the former CEO of Puma. The artwork is just breathtaking!
The hotel we settled on was the new 28-room Silo Hotel, which sits on top of seven floors of the Zeitz Museum of Contemporary Art Africa.
It had bright, lofty rooms, with plush furnishings, crystal chandeliers, and separate lounge areas— with pillowed glass windows that gave the rooms a futuristic note. We booked our own hotel rooms because for me, it would be somewhere to retreat to if necessary. I will also need to unwind, take off the "mask" and just be myself -not his sub.
While heading to up his room and stepping off the elevator, I was just in a daze or in like a dream with a rope tied around me, pulling me forward with each step. I passed by others completely unaware as I counted room numbers until I arrived at his door and knocked.
He answered the door with a smile.
"Hello. Please come in," he said and then stepped back into the center of the room, giving me a wide berth to enter.
"Hello Nicholas," I said in a weak voice before clearing my throat. And after a pause, I stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind me. The hotel room felt warm. It was one of those large posh ones, with a sunken seating area, a large flat screen TV, stocked minibar, a bathroom to one side and a lovely large bed, in a separate room. (His room was better than mine. Darn it!) Here I am, finally facing the most sensual, tantalizing, and intellectually exciting man, walking the earth at the moment.
My mouth went dry and I pasted on a smile, but my heart started to pound like it was about to jump out of my chest! I felt like I couldn't breathe suddenly from the grips of nervousness engulfing me.
He was even more attractive in person, with this incredibly disarming smile that started to have a positive effect as I stood leaning against the door, just staring at him. I have not stood in front of another man like this, in over ten years. I was somewhere in between fear and utter exhilaration! He was wearing a dress shirt and dark suit pants, all neatly pressed.
The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned and I could see his skin and this made me sigh slightly. His dark hair looked damp and slicked back, most likely from a recent shower and I could smell a hint of mint shaving gel and Acqua Di Gio cologne.
My eyes lingered and settled on the leather belt at his waist. He continued to smile, studying me, while I checked him out, but remained silent. Maybe he sensed my inner turmoil, and wanted to give me time to calm down and present myself to him willingly, - rather than in a ball of anxiety. I know that he will want me calm, uninhibited, confident, relaxed, focused, and ready for his use.
"Before we begin, um ...anything, may I use your bathroom?" I asked nervously.
He put his hands in his pants pockets, never braking eye contact with mine and said, "Sure," and nodded toward the direction of a door toward my right.
I practically ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. "Shit! I must look like a really silly girl! OMG! I can't believe that I am even here -with him! I have to get myself together!"
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves. I listened for sound, any sound coming from the room, but there was none. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror to check my makeup.
I checked my shoulder bag to make sure that I had packed everything that I was supposed to bring with me; a few flavored condoms, mints and chewing gum, a white wash cloth, two cherry flavored tootsie roll pops, my black eye mask, hand sanitizer, a (Daddy selected) bottle of anal lube, package of wipes, one white envelope. I removed the black eye mask and tied it in place. I placed a piece of gum in my mouth, took a deep breath, turned to face the door, opened it and walk back out into the room. Daddy was still standing in the same spot with his hands still in his pockets, waiting for me.
He raised one eye brow at my eye mask, but other than that, did not seem moved or bothered at all, by my weird behavior.
I blushed at the thought of how ridiculous I must have looked and a shy smile formed across my lips, as I met his eyes, "Um, I-I am sorry for the delay. I am extremely nervous. Please understand."
Both his eyebrows lifted after my last statement and he says,
"You forgot something. Please understand -What?"
His face was serious, his smile was gone, and my knees suddenly went weak.
I cleared my throat before responding, "Sorry. Please understand, Sir."
His smile returns, then he walked toward me and held out his right hand.
"Come here, Sharry."
I took a deep breath and walked slowly toward him and placed a hand into his. He took a firm grip and I felt him pull me slightly toward him. I followed his lead, and as I came closer, Sir examined my face, before lifting my hand up to kiss it. The touch of his hand and his soft lips on my skin, caused an involuntary small intake of breath on my part, and I looked away slightly to hide my blush, as a small shiver ran up the back of my spine.
"Sit down here" he said and motioned to a set of chairs situated in a seating area.
"Now I need you to listen to me. As much as I want to rip your clothes off right now, I am a man of some self-control, and I want to make sure that you feel comfortable."
It had been 13 months of LDR in messages, webcams, LDR toys, and Skyping online, and this was our first 'in-person' playtime session. He did not let my hand go, and started circling the back of it with his thumb. I also noticed the 'vice-like' grip on the armrest with his other hand, as he seemed to strain for self-control. If the armrest was made of glass, it would have shattered under the white-knuckle grip that I could see through his white skin! Seeing this impressed me, and helped me to relax a little. Sure, I could run from this room out of fear and never look back, but I really don't want to because my need for him has become physically, emotionally, and mentally overpowering.
Should I be worried? I mean, I have never done this before, and he could be some kind of serial killer or rapist who selectively, strategically, and methodically, lures his willing prey into his domain, only to rape, beat and destroy! I am not here for that. No. I am not here for pain, but pleasure. Yes, I am here for the over-powering part, yes, to capitalize on my adventurous spirit, and use it to guide me places unknown to my inner slut. Yes! To cultivate the inner naught, that so wants to be released - but safely and in compassion - with caring ownership and guidance. Not to be slapped with a harsh hand, but instead, affectionately with a huge cock. I want to be used as a fuck toy, and not to be used as a punching bag! To be taken by force AT my will, not against my will. I want to release screams in the grips of passion, not in crippling torment. I want to quiver in admiration, wanton-passion, and respect -not in terror.
I am not a foolish girl. I don't want to be tracked or stalked like prey -who wants that? I am more along the lines of a totally depraved hungry slut, trapped and hidden behind a conservative wall with no door, and suffer with NO intellectual or physical challenge --screaming for a passionate release!
I settled back into the chair and I searched his face for his seriousness, while my heart pounded like a drum in my chest as the effect of the movement with his thumb, started to create a warming sensation between my thighs! I was here now, and there was no turning back from this or from him -not now.
I smiled at him, pulled my hand away, swallowed nervously, took a deep breath, got up from the chair and stood in front of him. Both the desired and dreaded moment was finally here...
"I am ready."
And with that, I unfastened my black trench coach and let it fall to the floor, revealing my black corset, black lacy gloves, black garter belt with stockings, and a black thong.
I expected him to jump on me right then and there, but instead, he took a moment, letting his eyes wonder the length of my body, exhaled, before settling back on my face. His facial expression was serious, as he studied my face for a long moment, before standing up. He did not say anything, took a step toward me, and snaked his hands around my waist, tugged me toward him, and slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, starting a very passionate kiss. The smell of him engulfed my senses, as his lips and tongue made love to mine. Soft moans escaped me unconsciously, as he molded my body to his, his hands explored my body, gripping my ass hard, before sliding his hands up in front, to cup both my breasts.
His lips devoured mine with a smoldering hunger, which was over a year in the making. A whimper escaped me as I braced myself for more of his 'kissing assault', by resting my palms against his chest. Daddy's tongue sought mine, as he deepen this passionate kiss and the mere intimacy of it, caused a spark of pure unadulterated hunger, to ignite in me. I wanted this man so terribly that I could barely maintain my own balance, while wrapped in his embrace.
This strong desire forced a little of my hidden boldness to surface, and I strengthen my efforts by kissing him back, eagerly exploring his mouth with my tongue, while my fingers trailed to the nape of his neck. He was taller than I was and so his rock hard cock pressed into my tummy, just below my belly button, as he let out what sounded like a growl, and I felt his muscles twitch under my fingertips, as I threaded the hair at the nape of his neck, while wrapping one leg around him for support.
His fingertips traced a fiery path up the back of my neck until they were intertwined in the strands of my braided hair.
Soon Daddy slowed the kiss and I moaned and gasped for air, when he finally tore his lips away.
He then kissed along my jaw line, trailed his tongue to my neck before nipping my right earlobe with his teeth and whispering,
"You are such a lovely girl and I have been waiting to do that for a very long time but damn, I want to fuck you right now and I cannot, no, I will not wait any longer."
His words rough with bridled lust, as he ran a hand up my inner thigh, cupping my soaking wet pussy, and I almost fainted!
