My name is Olivia but everyone calls me Liv... well... except for Lucas. We met 5 years ago at a local club for those interested in different tastes when it comes to sex. You know what I'm talking about. The kinky, dirty, naughty sex. The type of sex you don't talk about. The kind that you hide because it's not normal according to most people.
My friend Karen and I had been out celebrating her promotion at work. She was going to be moving to London in one week, and this was the last time we would be seeing each other until the holidays in 6 months when she would have some time off to come home. Karen and I had been friends since elementary school, and at this point, most people thought we were sisters. Only, she was the opposite of me - soft, bouncy strawberry blonde curls, with green eyes that hypnotized most men. And if that didn't draw them in, the rest of her body did. She was 5'10" and looked like a super model - legs for days, perky 34C breasts, and gorgeous abs that she didn't have to work for. On top of that she was perfect - she could sing, dance, she was athletic, smart. You name it, she could do it. There was nothing she couldn't do.
And then you have me. 5'3", shoulder length wavy brown hair, blue eyes that looked grey most days and were hidden behind my glasses. Most people considered me overweight, or what some might consider a BBW, but I never saw myself as beautiful. I was shy and quiet, self-conscious, a klutz and felt like I could never do anything right.
Here it was, 11pm on that Saturday night, and we'd been drinking since 6, with nothing to eat except the pretzels on the bar. Karen was drunk, and I was close. I wanted to go home, get into my pajamas and crash. Karen wanted to party - she always wanted to party - and she wanted to "fuck" - her words, not mine.
The bartender brought over the shots she ordered and she forced one into my hand and told me to drink. The tequila burned going down and I felt like I would be sick if I had another drink. I could tell she was about to make a suggestion I would say no to, because she always wanted to do shots before she talked me into doing something crazy. That's when she suggested we go to Sanctity. Sanctity was a new club downtown. A lot of rumors swirled about the kind of club it was. The main floor was a regular club, but there had been many people stating if you told the bouncer a secret codeword, you were led to the club underground. I knew that Karen didn't want to go to the regular club, she wanted to see if the rumors were true and wanted to get fucked.
I begged her to just come back to my apartment, grab late night Chinese takeout and watch a movie. But she had already requested an Uber and her phone vibrated, alerting us that the ride was out front. She dragged me to the SUV. The cool February air hit my face and felt refreshing, not realizing how warm I was from drinking. I put my window down slightly and stared at the city lights as we drove in silence to the club. I was mad at Karen for wanting our last night together to be spent in a sex club.
10 minutes later she was pulling me from the car and we got in line, waiting to be let in. Surprisingly the line moved quickly and soon it was our turn. The guy looked us up and down like we were meat as he checked our IDs. Karen showed him something on her phone and he gave us special bands and waved another guy over who told us to follow him. He led us inside, the music blaring made my head ache. Karen grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her. He led us down a hall and to an elevator, he ushered us in, swiped his badge and gave us a smirk as the doors closed.
When they doors opened, it was like we were in a whole new place. You could barely hear the music from upstairs. It was quieter and less crowded. Couples and groups were spread all over, some at the bar drinking, some dancing. But others, others were more involved. Hands and mouths on each other, breasts exposed and hands wrapped around cocks. Karen was grinning and I could feel the excitement beaming off of her. I on the other hand, felt out of place. I blushed and moved my eyes to the floor as we made our way to the bar and ordered more drinks. Karen hoped to loosen me up, and she told me to remove the stick from my ass.
Before I knew it, some guy was leading her to the dance floor. She was grinding all over him, his hands on her ass, her dress already above her waist and their tongue intertwined. I turned back to the bartender and gave him back my drink I hadn't touched and ordered a water and sipped it, not making eye contact with anyone, yet afraid to go back to the elevator and leave Karen alone.
10 or 15 minutes passed and I looked over my shoulder. Karen was now straddling the guy from earlier, riding him, and making out with another guy. Suddenly I felt really out of place and needed to leave. As I turned back to pay the bill and leave, I noticed a drink in front of me, and the bartender nodded to the end of the bar.
As I looked up, an Adonis of a man walked toward me. 6'5", fit and muscular, with jet black hair, and clear blue eyes. I tried to look away but couldn't. I was frozen in place, transfixed by his gaze. I knew from where we were that he wouldn't be some vanilla good guy. His eyes smoldered and undressed me there on that barstool. I could tell he wanted more like the other guys there. I wanted to run, and probably should have but was frozen in place. He took my hand in his and introduced himself. His voice was smooth and calming. Instantly I wanted to know him.
That night, and for the first few weeks of meeting, he took his time getting to know me and my body. He introduced me to myself, a part of me I didn't know. Instead of me needing to control everything in my life, he gave me an escape and I allowed him to control me and it was the best thing to have happened to me. No one knows about the lifestyle we now lead except for Karen. No one knows that our basement is his special space where he takes me to control me. Around others, in our bed, and when we're outside the room he's my husband Lucas who loves me dearly. But in his special space, he is my Dom. I'm only allowed to call him Dom or Sir and I'm to listen to and follow his every command.
Over time he introduced me to who he was and his lifestyle. When I met him, I was a virgin, and now I'm anything but. Thinking back, my nipples become hard and my pussy clenches as I remember my firsts with Lucas: the first time I saw him naked, the very first time I saw a cock in person (and I remember freaking out about the size of Lucas'), my first time with him and when we made love and I lost my virginity, and then the first time when we fucked and his cock rammed into my pussy, the gasp that escaped my lips wrapped tightly around his cock when he shoved it into my throat forcing me to choke and gag, the pain and pleasure of his cock invading my virgin ass, the first time he brought his hand down on my bare ass and spanked me, the first time his hands found their way around my neck, the first time he made me cum. But mainly I remember the combination of helplessness, fear and lust I had for him when he tied and gagged me that first time...
Tonight is a special night. Tonight is five years to the day of when we met and when I fell for Lucas. I fall more and more for him every day. Every year this anniversary makes his cock twitch. He tells me that he also thinks of all the firsts - my first time with him - losing my virginity, and everything that came after, him teaching me and getting me to trust him and allow him to do things to me I never thought would happen. He gets rock hard for me, thinking of me as that shy virgin and how he made me his and his alone.
And so that is why I can't help but think about that night I first met Lucas as I get ready for our evening. Dinner is almost ready and wine is chilling. My skintight merlot dress is hugging every curve, hiding the new black lace bra and thong set I bought especially for tonight as well as my fishnet thigh highs that the dress just barely covers when I sit. I slip into my black pumps, apply my lipstick and use my fingers to adjust my hair against my shoulders and apply Lucas' favorite perfume of mine and head back to the kitchen.
As I enter the kitchen I hear the front door open as Lucas walks in, coming right to me and planting a deep and passionate yet rough kiss on my lips. I can feel his excitement for the evening against my belly as he pulls me close and growls against my mouth, his hand on my ass. He excuses himself quickly to shower and dress for dinner as I set the table.
20 minutes later, I feel Lucas' hands wrap around my waist and feel his cock push against my ass as he pulls me close. Kissing and sucking my neck, making me moan. I pull away and give him a saucy wink as I tell him we can play after we eat.
We sit at the table and eat, enjoying the date part of our evening. Talking about our day, drinking in each other's company and sharing a few bottles of wine. Excitement, nervousness and need growing deep within as I know it's not long before Lucas gives in to his lust.
His hand on my thigh, rubbing higher and higher. His cock is straining against his pants. His eyes burning into me, and I know it's time. He stands and pulls me up and into him. One hand circling around my waist and the other on my cheek. His lips are on mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth. His hunger for me to give into him is growing. "It's time. I need you now Olivia."
"Yes Sir." is all I say and he knows once again I am his.
He grabs my hand and leads me to the basement stairs, leading me to his special space. Once there he walks to his chair and sits, his eyes burning a hole in the dress. And he commands me to strip and get into position.
I don't hesitate anymore, not like I used to. Undoing the zipper and sliding the dress over my hips, and then my hands on the clasp of my bra, letting my 44DDs lay on my belly. The belly I used to hate but I've grown to love because he loves it. I leave my panties, thigh highs and heels on and then walk over to him and kneel, and sit back on my heels, my hands flat on my thighs, and my head down.
I hear his breathing get heavier. Me being in this position and giving myself over to him means everything to him. His finger goes to my chin and he lifts my head until my eyes lock on his, "Good girl. Now, don't move unless I tell you to."
He brings my hands together in front of me, and ties them together with the black nylon rope, and then puts an O-ring gag into my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes. Already I have drool running down my chin, and my panties are soaking up the juices leaking from my pussy. He grabs ahold of the rope on my hands and begins to pull me up as he tells me to stand, and then leads me to another area, lifting my hands above my head and putting them on a hook, unable to pull my arms down. If it wasn't for my heels, I'd be standing on my tip toes so that all my weight wasn't on my hands.
Sir walks away and is quiet other than the brief noises I hear as he grabs a few items before returning to me. Teasing me with different things, running his fingers over my skin, then a feather, an ice cube, and then his mouth. Taking his time with each new item. The element of surprise with each new sensation.
