I searched my recent calls for his number and pressed "call." He answered after only two rings. "Yes, my pet?"
"I'm here," I responded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Where are you?"
"In the lobby, by the bar," he answered.
I rounded the corner, and saw a man in his 40s, wearing a red polo shirt and khaki shorts, holding a cell phone and looking around. I took a deep breath. There he is. He's really here. Just to meet me.
"I see you," I said breathlessly. He turned around...
Well, let me describe myself and how I've come to be here before I get to the juicy stuff. My name is Summer, and I'm a married woman in my early 30s. I've always considered myself pretty sexual, and open to trying new things. I've been married almost six years, and with two small children, it's not surprising that my sex life has taken a nose dive. In between the stress of life and a son who still sleeps in our bed, we are lucky if we have sex twice a month.
So I started looking for something else, even though I wasn't sure what that was. I'm bi, so I thought maybe a tryst with a female would satisfy me. It soon evolved into searching for a guy, and I found one in my area who I clicked with on several levels. He was married too, so we texted and spoke on the phone until one day we decided to meet up. There was an electric attraction between us. I didn't understand it right away, but he spoke to me in such a way that I felt compelled to do what he told me. Like it was just natural. After further discussion, he explained to me that the way I was feeling was similar to that of a submissive. So I googled it. I did relate to some of the characteristics of a submissive. But some of it seemed extreme. Like wearing a collar and being led around by a leash? Being tied up? Come on. But I was intrigued and wanted to do more research.
He introduced me to literotica. We began writing threads together and I would browse the boards trying to learn as much as I could about being a submissive from the litsters. It became an obsession of mine, perusing the website, reading the stories. Then I received a message on literotica that changed my life.
The message was from a user named Tappy asking if I would like to co write a story with him, as my profile at the time had indicated I was searching for writing partners. I recognized his dominant nature almost immediately in the tone of his messages, and felt myself inexplicably drawn to him. After a few messages getting to know each other, he agreed to take me as his submissive, and we began a cyber Dom/sub relationship.
It was scary at first. He wanted a picture to prove I was a female. That was difficult as I had no idea if I could really trust him, trust my instinct to trust him. But I sent him a topless picture with "Master Tappy" written on one breast. No face, of course. Over time I began to get more bold with my pictures, and he would send me pictures of himself as well. His words to me were hypnotizing. It's like he had known me for years, and knew just what to say and how to say it to turn me on and leave me yearning for more.
I'll never forget the day it all really became real for me. He had me on a teasing regimen for a couple of days, where I would masturbate to the point of climax and then stop. He then wanted me to call his voicemail and leave a message as I orgasmed. So I did. But when the outbound message picked up, it was his voice speaking to me for the first time. I lost it. I had such an intense orgasm. After that, I was his for sure.
Our relationship progressed. We exchanged emails daily that sometimes included tasks for me to complete and if I did not there was a punishment involved. We would leave each other voice mails (one of my tasks was always to leave him a voice mail of myself orgasming if I was able to masturbate anytime), and on wondrous occasions had "bring your vibrator to work day" in which I would bring my vibrator to work so we could have phone sex on my lunch break, usually after hours of teasing myself. So when the email came that he would be in my area in two days, I was ecstatic.
It was last minute, but as soon as I knew I had the opportunity to meet the man who had turned me on to my true self, I had to make it happen. A few quick texts to my BFF and alibi, and I was free to meet him. Master Tappy.
I decided to wear a dress. I wanted to be pretty for him. After work I changed in my van and after a few quick stops (caffeine free diet coke for him, lol) I was on my way. The traffic was terrible, and fed my nerves. Of course I was nervous. But I was also more excited than I had ever been in my life.
After a few failed parking attempts I finally found an available parking lot and was walking through the lobby of the lavish hotel, on the phone with Master Tappy until we saw each other. Yes, it was him. His pictures were accurate. He swept me into a hug, and his soft lips fell upon mine in a passionate kiss. A kiss full of promise and excitement. My heart was racing; no turning back now. Not that I could have made myself.
We walked through the maze of the hotel, weaving in and out of hallways, his hands roaming my body freely, sending tingles down my spine. We came to an elevator. While we were waiting for it, my mind wandered to the elevator scenes in 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. Would he kiss me inside of it? Sure enough, he did. His strong hands gripped my ass and held me against him. I felt my legs becoming weak, my body responding to his, becoming his as my mind had already done.
When we finally made it to his room, I looked around. So this is where all the magic will happen. I felt...unsure. Nervous. Worried I wouldn't perform to his specifications or standards. Maybe I'm not really a submissive? Nah. I know I am. But I also felt...comfortable. Safe. Desired.
My nervousness has the next few moments vaguely unclear. I kicked off my heels and sat on one of the beds. He asked if I wanted one of my gifts so I of course said yes. He told me to stand and come to him. It was my own collar, with a tag he handmade that had "Slave Summer" on one side and "Master Tappy" on the other. It made me feel so cared for and special. Special to HIM.
This was one of the more special moments I had been looking forward to: receiving and wearing his collar. He instructed me to kneel in front of him, and I complied immediately. He circled the collar around me, and clasped it. The feel of the leather collar around my neck, with my name tag dangling on my chest was exquisite. He attached my pink leash to my collar and had me crawl around the room behind him in my dress. I wasn't sure how that felt at first. Once we returned to the bed, he had me sit on it as he retrieved more items from his drawer.
He sat down in a chair and told me to remove my dress as he watched. I stood up and stripped out of it, standing in my bra and panties, and collar and leash. He approached me slowly, drinking in my body. I tingled in anticipation under his gaze. He told me how beautiful I am. I looked down, because I didn't believe him. So he led me to the mirror and told me to look at myself. He caressed and rubbed and massaged my shoulders, neck, back and breasts, trailing light tender kisses over my neck. I closed my eyes and leaned back against him, moaning. He admonished me to open my eyes and look at myself and see the lust, and the desire to submit to him in my eyes. I did. They looked...I looked...sexy.
He led me back to the middle of the room and presented two soft beginner wrist cuffs. He faced me away from him, explaining as he fastened them to my wrists that they are easy escape cuffs, only secured by Velcro. Soon he had my hands bound behind my back, and I felt my pussy gush. This is what I've been waiting for.
"Before we get started, I want to give you your safe word. Not that I think you will use it. But if anything gets to be too much, use it. Your safe word is 'Cubs'," he said. I snorted. My excuse for getting out of the house is that I was going to the Cardinal/Cubs game.
He seemed pleased once my hands were secured. He took his time running his hands all over my body, one hand inside my bra. "These are the titties I've been longing to feel," he whispered. I melted into him, wiggling my ass against his crotch. His hands dipped into my pussy, feeling my wetness. He murmured his approval. He pulled my black lacy thong down my legs and left it in a ball on the floor. He bent me over the bed then, pressing his clothed crotch against my bare ass. Without my hands to do anything, I felt so helpless and sooo turned on. I bucked back against him. I felt his fingers grabbing onto my hips, slamming me back against him, then releasing them and moving up to my bra, beginning to unhook it. Finally, I thought. I had been dying to show him my tits in the flesh, so to speak. I'd sent him countless pictures but now...
He unhooked my cuffs, only momentarily though so he could remove my bra. He then reattached the cuffs. He stood me up, wrapping his arms around me and cupping my breasts in his hands. Yesssss, I thought. This is my sweet spot. My weakness. What I have been desiring most from him. To be wrapped securely in his arms, feeling so safe, while he fondles my tits.
He sat down on the chair after a moment, leaving me reeling at the loss of his touch.
"Come here," he said softly. I turned around and approached him. He was holding the ankle cuffs, that looked just like the wrist cuffs. He had me place one foot then the other on his lap so he could secure them to my ankles.
After a few moments, He instructed me to lie on the bed on my back, and therefore my hands. It wasn't very comfortable to have my hands underneath me in such a fashion. I watched him remove a remote control bullet and turn it on. It flopped wildly on the table. He walked to me, rubbing the bullet over my nipples, up my face, down into my navel, then against my clit. I bucked towards him, and he withdrew it. I spread my legs wide; he admired and stroked my pussy. My panties were then placed over my eyes with the crotch over my mouth and nose. Mmmm. I licked at them, tasting myself. The bullet was traced over me again, then down, down...where he slowly inserted his finger inside me. I was so wet. He slipped the bullet inside, then turned it to a pulse setting. He then informed me that he was going to get ice and left.
I was laying on top of my hands, which were bound behind my back, my panties on my face and a vibrating bullet inside of my pussy, in a hotel room during a rendevous with my master, a man I just met in person for the first time. This is hot. I wriggled around a bit, struggling to get the bullet in contact with my pleasure center. I was about to attempt to flip over when the door opened and he returned.
"What a lovely reflection in that mirror," he said as he shut the door and walked to the table. "Please feel free to squirm." And squirm I did. In anticipation, frustration. I couldn't see him all that well, and it heightened my senses. I could hear him put ice in his glass, then pour himself some soda. I struggled to look at him, then saw him approaching me.
I felt a vibration on my nipples, first one then the other. What was that? My pussy was still vibrating away. Next I felt a sensation I couldn't place. I questioned, "what is that?"
"A feather," he responded, holding it so I could see it through the lace. I moaned, and arched my back. It was so light and tantalizing. He used it to caress my entire body. I bit my lip as I writhed around on the bed. It felt so wonderful.
He stopped after after a few moments and I groaned. I heard my master moving about the room again, then telling me I needed to cool down. Almost immediately after I felt an ice cold sensation on my right nipple, circling it.
"Oooh!" I exclaimed. "What's that?" As soon as those words left my lips I knew as I felt cold liquid running down the side of my breast and under my arm.
Ice cube.
I began panting, wondering where it was going next. He trailed it down my cleavage, to my navel, circling that, then lower...oh I know where he is heading...
"I bet your hot pussy can melt this really fast."
He slid it inside of me. I arched my back and cried out. It was such a contrast to how hot I was inside. I instantly felt the cool water from the rapidly melting ice cube running down between my ass cheeks, soaking the sheets.
"Mmmm," I moaned.
I melted the ice rather quickly. He withdrew the bullet and switched it off.
