She had come to London on a whim after her divorce. She had hit it off with someone she met online. In a sex chatting site. She was surprised at herself for doing something so reckless. Her children were worried about her, but at fifty years old, she was free to do whatever she wanted. Even travel across the world to meet someone who made her sweat in her dreams and made her pussy throb even when doing the most mundane things around the house. She only had to think of one of their online role playing sessions and she would have to change her panties. God, she was behaving like a hormonal lovesick teenager. She didn't care. She had played by the rules her entire life. Where did it get her? In a sexless marriage and deeply unsatisfied. She didn't deny herself orgasms. No, she had toys, fantasies and entire scenes she would play out so she could keep her pussy stimulated and herself feeling desirable and loved. Self-love was just as valid as any other kind.
But, she longed to experience the touch of another man. A man who excited her and wanted to lick every inch of her body, especially her pussy. She tried not to be bitter that her husband was disgusted by her vagina and her body. He wasn't a bad man, just fat phobic and didn't appreciate that she didn't stay a size 10 her entire life. Fuck him, she had two children, took care of the house and had a full time career as a writer, curriculum developer and sex educator. What a fucking cosmic joke. A sex educator? HAHAHA! She could laugh until she doubled over with tears. She shakes her quickly depressing thoughts away to clear her head.
She had booked a room in the Conrad Hotel, a luxury suite with an enormous king size bed. It is a splurge for sure, but she decided it was worth it. She was about to bring an online fantasy to life. She had her pussy waxed, which holy fuck, hurt like hell. Since the beautician offered, she waxed her asshole too. Why not, she had thought to herself, in for a penny, in for a pound. So, here she was, one year after meeting her Master online, she was about to meet him in real life.
She knew him only as Joshuadaddy. He had her call him "Daddy" during their scenes. But she preferred Master. She knew him as her Master. They had never tried BDSM in real life, but enjoyed role playing all kinds of scenarios that involved handcuffs, nipple clamps, and hot wax. Spankings, vibrators and whatever else Master could think of. She brought the toys with her to London. Mortified when the customs agent went through her luggage and smirked the entire time. Taking way too much pleasure in her flushed face and embarrassed demeanor.
Master had shared pictures of himself. A beautiful man who had originally appeared as perhaps Arab, he turned out to be part Maori, which explained his features that were clearly not, she cheekily referred to as "boring British." No, her Master was not boring, he was almost half her age, 31 and a large, leather jacket wearing man who loved rock music and cosplay, and role playing sex scenes online. She had sent a selfie she had taken of her hair and eye. She was too insecure to send one of her body. People have told her she doesn't look anywhere near fifty, even her doctor at her last check up complimented her smooth skin and "perky breasts."
Well, the moment of truth. Master was due to arrive at the suite any minute. She had invited him to have dinner in the suite as she didn't want to embarrass herself in public by jumping his bones in the middle of a restaurant.
He had instructed her to wear a sexy, short dress with a thong and sheer bra. All black. She had fun shopping to dress for him. She even splurged on a pair of sexy black heels.
Her hair behaved that day (some days it is a struggle to tame the wild beast that is her long curly black hair), and the beautiful black curls had just enough strands of gray to accentuate her mature sexiness.
A knock on the door interrupted her musings. Her heart started to race. She swallowed hard and went to answer the door.
She opened the door and there he stood. Tall and handsome, he had on a black leather biker jacket, black tight jeans, a tight red t-shirt and sneakers. He was holding a bouquet of beautiful deep red roses. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked in a deep voice. She didn't realize that she hadn't moved and was holding her breath staring.
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. Of course, come in." She stepped back as he came in and handed her the roses.
"Thank you these are gorgeous." She said.
"They are not as gorgeous as you are, Princess." he said. He had been eyeing her up and down and he moved forward to give her a kiss. She tilted her head up to meet his lips. She didn't have any capacity to think, she just closed her eyes and let the sensations of his body, hands and lips awaken hers.
She had been worried that real life wouldn't live up to their fantasies. If this kiss was any indication of what was to come, any concerns flew quickly out the window. He knew what he was doing.
"Princess, you are gorgeous. I can't wait to do so much with you." he said.
She swallowed hard. Even though she was so much older than he was, he made her feel young and new. This was new to her, she had only one sexual partner in her entire life. In a weird way, she felt like a virgin all over again.
"I can't wait either. Shall we order room service? They will bring up anything from the restaurant menu." She wasn't feeling particularly hungry for food. She didn't want to come off as too forward, so she didn't want to confess that all she really wanted to do is strip naked and have her way with him and vice versa.
As if reading her mind he said, "I am not hungry for food, Magda. I'm hungry for you. I'd prefer to eat you now and after we are all done with getting to know each other, then we can order food, if that is what we desire."
Magda could only nod her head. He took the roses and put them down on the table in the living room area of the suite. He led her to the bedroom where she had laid out the toys she brought on the huge bed. She was proud of herself for claiming her sexuality. She was not going to be embarrassed for having sexual needs, dammit. She was a middle aged woman who was longing for some raunchy and satisfying sex and by the looks of her Maori Master, that was exactly what she was going to get.
Master picked up the handcuffs and said, "Come here and take off your clothes." She did as he said, spellbound by his commanding her. He had taken off his leather jacket and shoes and shirt. He stood shirtless with only his black jeans. He looked so fucking hot. As she stood naked in front of him, he kissed her again while holding the handcuffs in the hand on her waist and with his other hand, he held her head tenderly and gave her a slow, sweet and tender kiss.
"I have been looking forward to this for a long time, Magda." He said softly. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. They both held each other's gaze for what seemed like an eternity. He broke the spell and told her to get on the bed and spread her arms and legs wide.
The kiss left her disoriented, but she did as he commanded. She climbed on the bed and spread her legs and arms. He handcuffed each wrist to the bed and each ankle to the foot of the bed. He took a minute to look up and down her body. He leaned down and proceeded to take his time lavishing her with kisses, starting with her lips and moving down her neck, shoulders and her breasts. He held them in his hands and squeezed them together as he started to suckle on each nipple. He bit each one hard enough to make her start squirming.
"Oh Master, please." He stopped and looked up at her. "Hm, you have been calling me Daddy." He didn't go further.
"Um, yes. But, I really prefer Master. In my mind you have been my master and I'm your Sub." She suddenly started feeling insecure. Had she made a mistake? Was he going to be angry? Disappointed? She couldn't read his thoughtful expression.
He looked at her and said, "I would love to be your Master. From now on, you will address me as Sir, or Master. Is that clear?"
Her body sagged in relief, she hadn't realized she was so tense. "Yes, Master."
He then took a blindfold and put it over her eyes. "I want you to feel what I am going to do to you." He said.
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
He looked down at her. He was so hard, part of him wanted to fuck her hard and cum right away. But, he knew it would be worth it to prolong the pleasure for both of them. He picked up a feather and started at her neck and he stroked the length of her body slowly. He started tickling her feet and she giggled. "Oh Master, I'm so ticklish." she giggled.
"Okay," He said,"how about this." He brought the feather up to her pussy and stroked her clit and up and down the lips of her labia and down to her ass. "Hmm, I love your smooth pussy."
He bends down and licks her clit, she moans loudly and deeply.