Laying on my bed, I spread my legs, letting my fingers slide up my skirt, brush against my panties, teasing my sensitive opening, I could feel myself growing warmer, hornier by the minute. I pushed my panties aside, gently sliding my middle finger into my sex. My mind drifted into fantasy...
I was outside on a green, grassy lawn, naked from head to toe and on all fours. I laid out and stretched in the sun, held close to my master, by the leash hooked to my collar.
"Stretch out for me pet..." he instructed. I did as he asked, arching my back, my arms reaching out in front of me. Soon his big hands were on me... rubbing my back, going lower, and now caressing my naked butt, his thumb gently touching my pussy lips. His slow sensual teasing made me coo and moan...
"Are we getting horny little slut?" I nodded back at my master, hoping he would reward me with his big cock, my pussy ached with desire. He continued teasing me, prodding my asshole, dipping fingers slowly into my wet pussy.
"You don't get my cock right now pet, but I want you to come for me..." He started thrusting his fingers into my now dripping opening, another pressing into my ass. I writhed and squirmed on the grass, but he didn't let up. Pushing more into both my holes, I could sense he wanted my release soon. I held nothing back; I felt the pressure, the build...
"Oh master... I'm... I'm gonna..."
I let out a shrill cry/moan as I let my release go, my body contorted on the bed and a mess of blankets and pillows all around me.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"Brooke, are you okay? I thought I heard you yell out, I'm gonna come in."
With my panties at my ankles, my tank top half on and looking disheveled, I sprang up, tripping a little but held the door shut.
"Uh, I'm fine, just stubbed my toe while I was changing, give me a minute..."
"Okay, well I'm downstairs if you need me" I head Andrea clamber down the stairs; I was breathing heavy and panicked, I was almost walked in on. My heart was beating so hard, but I couldn't help but smile at almost being caught.
I sat on the edge of the bed. I was expecting to come down, but I felt just as aroused as I had been before my last near-embarrassing orgasm. I started playing with my body again, but it just wasn't having the same effect that it had, I knew I needed more stimulation and I was feeling adventurous.
I opened my laptop up again, found myself at an adult chatroom. I was intimidated at first, it was clear there were a lot more men then women. I hadn't done anything, but SoccrGrl20 got noticed pretty quickly. The messages popped up as fast as I could read them, some not very intriguing, some so far away from what I was looking for.
*Hey, u like soccer me too*
*Looking for older mom to seduce her son*
*Hi cutie, do you like older men?*
It wasn't going well. I didn't respond to anyone, and was about to quit when one caught my eye.
*Hey there, are you new? I'm looking for a pretty new pet...*
It seemed like all the others, forward, and very open, but I told myself that this is what I was looking for. I greeted him, trying not to show too much interest in what he'd said, instead he was polite asking me non-threatening personal questions, what my name was, how old, if I was in school and all that. He was a recent grad from a school the next state over, and working in Chicago in business, but I didn't ask too much about it.
After that he got to the point, asking me to be his partner in a master/pet role play. Nervously I told him I was interested, and that I had been fantasizing about the same thing for a while now but always been too scared to act on my closet desires. I had never done a role play online before, but he assured me that I'd get the hang of it. I was warming to my new friend, David, his questions became more intimate, but I freely answered.
He asked me how I looked, bust size (34C), the clothes I was wearing. He asked me about the kinkiest sexual experiences I've ever had, what kind of things turned me on and off, and about where my submissive fantasies may have come from. He seemed satisfied with my answers, and we got into it.
I pretended to be a new, young worker at the same place he worked, and invited over to chat, have some wine things like that. Long story short, in our shared fantasy, I wound up naked, collared and chained like a pet, while I gave him a blowjob, and shortly after he took me doggy style, using toys on me too. He was no stranger to his role; I could sense he cared about me and what I wanted, but all his text was authoritative, harsh, or direct. It worked perfectly for me; I rubbed myself to climax three times as we played out our scene. We played out his climax, and I could tell that he'd cum just like he said in our fantasy.
He thanked me, asked to keep in touch to do it again; I was the best he'd ever tried it with. I obliged, a little nervous but we exchanged emails. I wasn't sure what I was gonna do, but I felt satisfied, and my partner David hadn't been the least pushy, intrusive, and his expectations didn't seem too high.
I kept in contact with David, his first message to me had a picture of him. Before, I didn't know what to imagine he looked like. I guess I assumed he would be a not-super-attractive guy that went online to get off, but turns out he was tall, very handsome, and I was definitely blushing in the picture I sent back to him.
We played a few more times, it didn't really get stagnant or repetitive, David was learning what buttons to push on me, and I returned by acting and doing some of the things he liked as we played out our master and pet scenes. This went on for a couple weeks, and I was feeling satisfied each time, but not quite fulfilled. I was about to sign off when he asked me more personal questions, did I live alone, do I have a current boyfriend, where about do I live...
I nervously gave him some of the information, but was curious to why he was asking. Apparently he was going to be driving to a different location, and his trip would take him through my city. I didn't reply at first; the relationship I had with this guy seemed so safe when it was anonymous, more or less, quietly kept from the light of day. I guess he sensed my apprehension, and he tried to appease it, saying he only wanted to meet me; it didn't have to be anything serious at all, not even intimate, it could just be two friends meeting at a restaurant.
I agreed to the latter, and four days later I sat at a small café, in the very back corner (near an exit too, just in case). I watched him pull in, walk through the door; he was taller than I expected. I waved, and he caught my eye, smiled and walked over, joined me at the small table. He was in a sharp looking suit, and I immediately felt underdressed in my jeans and sweatshirt. I guess it was obvious I was nervous about meeting someone for the first time where our only interaction had been strictly sexual.
He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting me, telling me a funny story, engaging in conversation. We had more in common then I thought, both big dog lovers, he had started out in education but changed to management and accounting, and we both burst out laughing discovering we both can't stand the taste of mayonnaise. One might have thought we were a new couple, getting to know each other and having a good time doing it. It was interesting; David was becoming a whole person to me, not a tool or toy to get off of.
He finally brought up our role-playing, but only to say how much he'd enjoyed it, that I had quite a knack for it and for the role. I admitted to having these kinds of submissive fantasies for a while, my face a deep red the whole time. He said he had to go, but asked if I'd like to see him again on his way back. I happily agreed, (maybe a little too quickly), and gave him my number. I stood up as he went to leave, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, and then he was gone.
I sat there for a bit, finishing my coffee, shaking and nervous, I mean this was a total stranger, someone met online. I stared down at my cup, watching the liquid swirl, a rush of emotion running through me. I was feeling apprehensive, but I wanted more, I was nervous, but comfortable at the same time with David. My weekend went quickly; I didn't do much besides watch movies and do homework.
David texted me late Saturday night, asking me what I would be doing tomorrow. He was done with his business early and coming back, with free time on Sunday. I offered that we could hang out at a park, not too far away but very wooded, pretty in the sunshine. I could hear his grin, and he told me it was fine, and when he'd be coming though.
It felt like it was going to be a date, I had some jitters, it was a feeling I hadn't had in a long time. I spent a lot of time with my outfit too, long thin purple skirt, low cut long sleeve T, purple lacy bra and panties. Sunday afternoon came, David pulled up, I and hurried out to meet him. I was excited to see him again, but I also wanted to get out of the house quickly, before Andrea could ask any questions. We chit-chatted, I asked him about the conference, he asked me about my classes, ordinary and polite, but I couldn't help but think to our "fun" we'd had online. With every simple sentence and friendly gesture I couldn't get our fantasy out of my mind, and I wondered if he was thinking the same thing, and had a plan or something.
We got to the park, he grabbed a backpack, handed me a water bottle and we started hiking leisurely through the woods. I took him through a path I'd been on a few times, lots of nice smelling trees and plants, but we rarely saw another person. A little ways on, David stopped, peering at an opening in the undergrowth. He started walking off the path,
"David, what are you doing?" I asked.
"C'mon, let's go explore a bit. I want to find a tucked away spot, I brought lunch."
I was hungry enough, so I smiled and followed him. The opening didn't last long, he started weaving and stomping his way through the thick plants, I followed close behind. I was worried that we'd get lost, but I did feel safe with David. And he had food, hehe.
Suddenly we came to a small clearing, soft, low growing grass surrounded by tall trees, providing shade while still being open. David proclaimed this was the perfect spot, laid out a big blanket. I sat down next to him, thanking him for the sandwich, and we ate quietly, admiring the nature around us, not really talking.
