I met my Sir online, and that was many many months ago now. He asked me to write about my experiences with him. He loves it and I love how much reading them turns him on. This is the first of such stories.
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I had never been more nervous in my entire life, of that I was sure. I was pacing back and forth in my small bedroom at one-thirty on a Tuesday morning, just waiting. I'm really not good at waiting. I had met him online in a submissive chat room only a couple weeks before. Things progressed much more quickly than everything indicated that they would. We had started talking about the kind of rough sex that he liked (his user name gave that away), and he had made me laugh. We had video chatted after only a couple days, and together we blew all my records for phone conversations out of the water. I was supposed to have another week before actually meeting each other. We were going to get breakfast or coffee or something else that normal people do so that we could find out how we got along in person, if it was just as good as talking and texting had been. But I wasn't going to get a week, he had the opportunity to make a layover here, and he took it. So in half an hour I was going to walk a block away from my apartment and get into a cab with all my toys in a backpack, few as they were at the time.
I had shaved just how I already knew he would like it-bare. I had done my makeup and picked out what I hoped was a just cute enough outfit that he didn't think I was trying to hard at 2am. Now I just had to wait, and couldn't keep still.
Finally my phone went off, alerting me that he was only a couple of minutes away. Our thirteen hours together was about to start. Grabbing the backpack, I quietly left my apartment, no need to answer questions about why I was leaving at this hour.
I only stood at the corner for a couple of minutes before I saw the lone cab pull up, and he stepped out. He was just as he looked online; not too tall, solidly built, head shaved, and a smile that made mine answer when he turned it on me. He held my door open and I blushed, his kindness making me even more nervous. We somewhat awkwardly chatted during the ride, we couldn't exactly discuss the fun waiting for us in my bag in front of the driver. At least not within five minutes of really meeting each other.
The hotel room was one of the oddest I had ever encountered. There were hardwood floors, and some major open space in the middle of the room. My eyes jumped over the bed, with its large white pillows, not ready to think about what might happen there later, and went to the couch. It had these long round pillows that would do absolutely nothing for you except maybe annoy you if you happened to lean back against it. He put down his suitcase and sat on the couch, leaning back in a manner I would come to know very well.
"Care to join me?" He had interrupted my staring, and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks again. I placed my bag down leaning against the side of the couch and sat next to him, angling my body so that I could see him. I had thought I couldn't get more nervous. I was wrong.
He asked me questions about my life; my studies, my retail job, where I was from. I don't remember what I answered, but they obviously didn't make me sound horrible because at some point the feeling in his stare changed. The heat rose in his eyes as he watched me talk, until it reached the point where he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him so I was straddling his lap. I gasped and met his eyes, before he pulled my head down to meet his.
The kiss surprised me. I had been kissed before, but it was nothing like this. I expected him to be rough and immediately take possession of my mouth. But this was soft, like he was telling me he was nervous too, though he wouldn't admit to it out loud. He dragged his fingers through my curls, getting tangled up in them and using that to his advantage as he angled my head just how he wanted. I couldn't keep back the moan that escaped as he started taking control.
By the time he pulled back and stared at me, my lips were swollen from his kisses, and my body was aching for more.
"You really do have beautiful eyes," he whispered, and I smiled in response, forced to keep my eyes locked with his because of his grip in my hair when my instinct would be to look at the floor at a time like this.
He leaned my away from him, and pulled my top up and off my head, leaving me in a tank top and jeans. He pushed me back a little, forcing me to stand in order to avoid falling off of his lap.
"Take them off," he demanded, leaning back once more. I quickly shed my jeans, trying not to look too clumsy as I pulled my legs out of the skinnies. The tank top followed, leaving me standing before him in my push up (Not that my Dds really needed the help) and black cheekies with a ribbon in the back. I could see him smile again, a feral, heated smile, before I dropped my gaze to the floor.
He grasped my hips, fingers spreading over my hip bones and up my sides as he pulled me the two steps back to his lap. I could feel him beneath me through his jeans, and knowing I turned him on so quickly brought a small smile to my face. He kissed me again, rougher this time. His tongue pushed into my mouth as I opened up to him eagerly. He wrapped it around my tongue, invading every inch that I was giving to him. I moaned in disappointment when his mouth left mine, but it turned to a happy sigh when he started kissing my neck. He dropped kisses across my collarbone and then ventured down between my breasts, kissing the parts of them that pushed out of the cups, swiping his tongue through my cleavage as he worked the clasp. I brought my hands to his head, feeling the slight stubble that was left after he shaved his head, and he groaned. I stroked my hands over his head again; anything to hear him make that sound again. It alone started my pussy dripping.
He threw my bra to the floor, pulling it roughly down my arms in an attempt to get at my heaving breasts. His hands wrapped around my upper arms, keeping me still as he started to nibble and suck on my rapidly hardening nipples. I cried out when he bit them suddenly, and could feel the answering throbbing from his cock at the sound of my pain. He repeated the treatment on my other nipple, looking up at me as he placed his teeth around it and pulled. He kept his eyes on mine as I gasped in pain again, but made no move to get away from him.
After treating each nipple to this new torment a few more times, he pulled back and kissed me again, quickly taking control of my throbbing lips. I was weak in his grip by this point, and I could feel the puddle that would be waiting when he finally touched me where I was dying to have his hands. He pushed me up and towards the bed, laying me on my back sideways across the bed. He left me waiting there as he grabbed the backpack, opening the pocket and setting it next to me on the bed. From its depths he retrieved a blindfold and a a set of velcro cuffs. He cuffed my hands together and raised them above my head.
"Don't move those an inch," he growled in my ear as he dragged his cheek against mine, stopping to bite my earlobe. I moaned wantonly at the need he brought out in me. He placed the blindfold over my head; I would now have to try to keep still while not knowing what was going on. I heard a small tinkling and knew what he had pulled from the bag next. His fingers on my nipples confirmed my suspicion. He grasped my already sensitive buds and pulled up, my breasts stretching to meet him as my back arched up. The pressure steadily became more until I cried out, the pain pulsing through my nipples to my pussy, causing it to leak. My panties were soaked at this point, and he hadn't even come close to touching them. He closed the clamps onto my nipples, causing my back to arch up towards him and the sound of bells to fill the room. But I managed to keep my hands dutifully where they were supposed to be.
I could feel his fingers traveling lightly over my entire body. Over my breasts, moving the clamps back and forth. Down my ribs and the outside of my thighs. I moaned as the feather-like touches started to drive me crazy.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, and I eagerly complied, stretching them out, hoping that would mean he would finally touch me. I wasn't disappointed. His fingers danced up the insides of my thighs, up one and down the other. I could feel his weight between my legs as his fingers pushed lightly on my panties, immediately triggering a moan.
"Somebody is very wet," he teased as he stroked one finger down the middle of my pussy, pushing my panties between my lips, "is this turning you on?"
I nodded frantically, begging him to do more, touch me more, never stop. He slapped my thigh and I realized my mistake "Yes Sir," I gasped out.
