I had met the man I was about to see face to face for the first time several months before on an "alternative lifestyle" website. I'd been single for a while and was not having much luck meeting men who could satisfy my vague and unnamed longings to be dominated. I was so naïve, in fact, that I had no idea such a website as that one existed, but I quickly figured out how things worked in the world of cyber sex and started to learn how to separate the real men from the so-called trolls. The man who preferred to be called "Daddy" found me and liked my online profile and pictures. I am in my 30s but look a bit younger than my real age. I'm tall and wholesome looking, I suppose, but I have long red hair which tends to make men assume that I have a bit of a devilish streak. Daddy and I connected on many important levels, and we finally were able to set up a meeting. I knew that this meeting was not going to be easy for me, but I also knew that he was interested only in helping me explore my fantasies of submission. I'd been spanked, of course, but I'd never been flogged. I'd never worn nipple clamps. There were many aspects of the BDSM lifestyle that I had never even read about, but somehow I felt safe with this man, and I was looking forward to experiencing all he had to show me. I had been driving for 6 hours, but I was finally there. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and was immediately rewarded by being pinned up against the wall.
"Are you ready for me?" the husky voice I knew only from our many phone calls sent chills up my spine and bolts of electricity to my pussy.
"Yes." I whispered. He spread my legs wide with his feet and took a fistful of my hair in his hand pulling my head back.
"Why are you still dressed?" Eager to comply, I quickly slipped off my shorts and slipped my button-down shirt off my arms. His fist never left my hair.
"Fuck your pussy." He demanded. Quickly, I slipped 2 fingers deep inside of my very wet pussy. "Lick those fingers." He growled in my ear. I sucked my wetness off my fingers, letting out a moan as I tasted myself.
"Put those fingers back in your pussy." I obeyed, and this time, he wanted to lick my juices off my fingers. He turned me around and let go of my hair and pinned my back against the wall. His pants were undone and his hard cock was straining toward me. I looked eagerly at him wondering if he'd want me to suck his cock and licked my lips as I contemplated the length of his erection.
"Suck it, bitch." He commanded. I dropped to my knees and licked around the head of his penis. Sucking him all the way in, I got his cock as wet as I could and circled it with my index finger and thumb, stroking back and forth that sensitive spot just under the hood.
"Suck that cock. You're MY cock slut aren't you, bitch?" I tried to moan an affirmative in the back of my throat.
"You talk with your mouth full!"
With my tongue still licking his slit, I said, "Yes, Daddy" as clearly as I could. The head of his cock popped in and out of my mouth, and I swallowed him whole every three or four strokes just to keep it lubricated, but always, the circle made by my fingers moved up and down, just grazing the head. He grabbed a fistful of hair again, pulling my head back so that I couldn't get my mouth near his cock.
"Come with me." He growled. Despite his gruff voice, I could tell he was pleased in spite of himself, and I relaxed a bit.
He led me to the bedroom, where there were candles burning around a very inviting bed. I could see toys of leather and latex placed around the room. I didn't know what to expect from this first meeting, but so far, I was not at all disappointed. Daddy and I had had long telephone conversations through which he would tell me what he was dreaming of doing to me when he finally had the chance, and I would finger myself to orgasm fantasizing about his dreams of dominating me.
"Lay face down, and stick your ass in the air." I did as he asked, and he gently rubbed the long leather fringe of the flogger against the crack of my ass—wet with my pussy juices running down. Before I could process what would be next, he brought the flogger down sharply against the sensitive skin of my ass. I grunted but not in pain. *SMACK* the flogger hit my ass again and again and again. I knew better than move my arms down to cover my ass with my hands, but the speed and force of the strikes from the flogger were becoming difficult to take. Whimpering and trying not to squirm, I wondered how much more of the flogging I would be able to take.
"Spread your legs," he commanded sharply. Still on my stomach, I spread my legs apart, tilting my hips to keep my ass as high in the air as I could. The wetness of my pussy had spread to the tops of my inner thighs. Despite the sting of the flogger, I was more aroused than I could ever remember being. I saw him throw down the flogger. He placed a thick leather strap in front of my face.
"Kiss it, slut," he said, "lick that strap. Kiss the leather." Doing my best to obey, I put my lips to the strap and licked it. He pulled it away. I felt the sting of its kiss on my ass. Then he moved around behind me and smacked the insides of my thighs. The heat from the strokes of the flogger and the strap radiated from my ass and upper thighs. My clit was swollen and aching to be touched. Putting the strap down, he grabbed his riding crop. He placed quick sharp smacks along my inner thighs and to my upturned pussy.
The crop kissed my swollen clit, and I moaned. He smacked my clit a few more times before commanding me to roll over.
"Keep those legs spread!" I was hoping against hope that he was going to let me cum. I was breathing hard and crazy with lust, but he picked up the flogger up again and gave my breasts a few gentle strokes before he brought the leather straps down hard across my hard nipples. I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes tightly against the sting.
"You want me to stop, little bitch?" he asked while bringing the crop down against the tops of my thighs and my pussy.
"Yes, Daddy," I pleaded, "please stop."
He just laughed at me.
"You said you wanted to know the thrill of submission." He said as he continued to torment my breasts. "You said you understood what it would mean to give yourself to Me to surrender completely and let me use your body as my playground. You said you wanted me to feel like a kid in a candy store."
Everything he said was true. I had said all those things, and I had meant them at the time…After a few more strokes, he finally stopped.
