The following story is submitted exactly as it was written over 8 years ago. I am fortunate enough to have reconnected with this beautiful woman, and even more blessed that she saved our original correspondence. If there is interest expressed, I shall submit part 2 and 3.
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November 30, 2003
As I drove to Santa Clara, I could feel the head of my cock against my thigh... slippery with pre-cum. The night before, my mistress had made me stop masturbating (mid stroke) and I had been leaking since then...
When I arrived, I did not know what to expect. I had met people online before and found that (all too frequently) they had misrepresented themselves... would my mistress be the person she had portrayed herself to be? How could I submit to someone who had lied to me...?
As I approached the restaurant -- all my fears melted away. I saw her standing there, just like her pictures showed... wearing a beautiful dress, stockings, and heels...
We entered and were seated. We sat at a table for two, our thighs inches apart. I rested my arm on the seat behind her so that we could face each other to talk. I can not remember much that was said, however, because sitting as we were, I could see down the front of her dress to her lovely breasts... She smiled seductively at me, as I tried to focus on the menu. Her hand stole away under the tablecloth and grabbed my aching cock... I grew hard in her hand -- the first time that she had ever touched my penis. I saw a ghost of a smile cross her lips, and I glowed inside as I felt she was pleased. For the rest of the dinner, every few minutes she would reach under the table cloth to squeeze her new toy. At one point -- we kissed, and I felt as though I could drop to my knees right there and proclaim my devotion.
I was torn -- I wanted to stroke her thigh... but she had not told me to... but, I thought, she would like it, and it is my job to please her... but try as I might, I could not bring myself to do it. The thought of being scolded by her was terrifying. I contented myself with allowing my knee to touch hers...
For the rest of dinner, and during the ride to her apartment, she stroked and fondled, kissed and licked... bringing me to a frenzy where she needed no orders... all she need do is ask.
As we entered her apartment, I put the leftovers in the refrigerator. We stood by the front door, and I was wondering how the evening would proceed. She ended all pretenses as said "strip" as she left the room. It was awkward for me -- I have ALWAYS been the aggressor -- the one in charge... and now, I obeyed her order and took my first physical step into submission. She instructed me to kneel, and then to crawl into the bedroom behind her. She ordered me to sit on wooden chair. She slipped a blindfold onto me, and I slipped into the bliss of darkness. She moved my hands to my sides, to be secured by something... (Nylons? Rope?) and she proceeded to inspect her new cock. I felt the cold lube dripping on my chest, running in a stream down to my cock and balls, which she grabbed and squeezed... she attempted to place a cock ring on me but, unfortunately, it was too small... she giggled and said "I guess I'll have to get the extra, EXTRA large"...
