Preamble: This is a true story. I'm posting at the request of the man in the story. I recently met a man under other pretenses and in the course of conversation he discovered more about me than I knew myself. Since then I have become more and more convinced that I am truly submissive and this is something that enriches life. We see each other weekly and each time he takes me further, teaches me more. He has yet to officially accept me as his sub, but I really hope he will. I hope you enjoy the story of our second evening together.
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He waited patiently at the door after knocking, flashing back to their last evening together. They had clicked so well, the conversation was easy and the world around them faded away. And then she had said the magic words, "I like to give up all control. I don't like to make any decisions. I do it too much everyday," and he knew.
She answered the door dressed in all black, a low cut shirt and pencil skirt with high slits that flashed her thighs as she walked. He wanted those thighs wrapped around him. Their bodies just drifted towards each other, standing close together, but not touching as they said their hellos. She kept her eyes on the floor as she breathed in his scent, taking in his dress pants and T-shirt under his blazer. He landed several quick, light kisses up and down her neck until she rolled her head up and their eyes caught. He bent down and lifted her, holding under her buttocks, legs and arms wrapped around him. She relaxed into him, allowing the tension from the week drain from her body, releasing her straining muscles. This was going to be a very interesting evening - again.
He was hungry, it was time to eat, so they walked into the kitchen, but couldn't keep their hands off of each other. As she was trying to fix a plate, he stood behind her, making his presence and desire known. He undid his fly and took his cock out of his pants, turning her around to face him and pushed her gently down. She took his hard cock into her mouth and was pleased that he responded to her so well. As she worked her mouth up and down the shaft he let out little sounds of pleasure. "I want to fuck you right now," he said, "Stand up and turn around."
He took her hands and spread them far onto the counter, bending her over the kitchen island, rubbing his cock over her cheeks, feeling her wetness with his fingers. "I want to fuck you - do you want to be fucked?" he asked as he teased her with his dick, not touching her, but hovering over her. "I need a condom if you want to get fucked, yea? Do you have one within reach?"
"No," she answered and knew that was wrong. She told him where he could find them, and he ordered her not to move until he returned. She stood there, legs spread apart, hands on the counter, bent over, wet and awaiting his return. This was hot for her, and she hoped that her neighbor didn't take this moment to need a cup of sugar. It was taking longer than expected and when he returned she realized she had made a mistake, forgetting the condoms were inside a container, inside the drawer. That would draw a punishment.
"Did you tell me the condoms were inside the box?" he asked when he returned, "That would have been nice to know." He slid into position behind her and entered her dripping wet pussy, feeling how ready she was for him. He thrust inside her, listening to her moans of pleasure, enjoying fucking her from behind. She hadn't moved while he had been gone and that was good. Forgetting she had put the condoms inside that container, well he would deal with that later. He was fucking her deeply and he had to touch her skin, he ripped through her g-string and bra, groping at her tits with lust, thrusting inside her repeatedly as she yelped with pleasure.
Realizing this was just the beginning of the evening, he stopped abruptly, slapped her ass and started to zip his pants. "That's all you get for now." Stunned by the suddenness, it took her a minute to realize what he had said. He was mad about the condoms, and he stopped just as she was starting to enjoy herself.
"You will always have a condom within reach for me when we see each other, do you understand?" "Yes," she said as she stood up and smoothed out her clothes, "Are you ready to eat?"
They ate and they talked over drinks until he asked if she had memorized her note as he had requested. A look of confusion flitted across her face, and then it dawned on her. He had asked her to memorize a few, very important lines, and she had completely failed to do this for him. This was a big mistake and she knew it, that would be another punishment.
