They always warn you about meeting someone online. It never seems to end well in the stories most of us hear. Swiping right too many times on the wrong profile. The loser turns out to be a total psycho. You've heard it before.
Yet you find yourself scurrying down that digital road faster than the road runner after a sexual dry spell. Which is exactly where I found myself on recent nights.
Living in a major city like Toronto, you would think finding partners would be easy, but it was substantially not the case no matter how nice the people are.
The BDSM scene here was also not as robust as in other places stateside. It made finding partners to play with trickier.
I was at the point of giving up and going to dry hump my mattress for the millionth time when he rolled up online.
Faelan. We met on a dirty meme group online. His posts were hilarious, leaning on the dominant-submissive side of erotica.
He intrigued me from the start and before long I found myself liking all his posts with sly comment drops.
I was shameless, and he seemed to like it from his responses.
I always caught up on his posts in the morning, as waking early to check my feeds and inboxes was a ritual.
This morning I saw Faelan had posted a meme about his DM being flooded with undesirable women begging for dick pics.
It made me giggle. I wanted to inbox him a joke about how not everyone is out for dick pics, but then I worried I would get kicked out of the meme group for violating the rules of no uninvited DM`s.
Eventually, I said fuck it and wrote "Hey, saw your post about only horse face killers violating your inbox looking for dick pics. Damn man, that is a problem. I felt bad, so now you now have a sassy text from me to make you laugh. No dick pics required! LOL please don't report me! I like your memes too much," adding a laughing face at the end before hitting send.
Seconds later I got the best response ever.
"Don't worry I would never report a pretty lady like you. Though I'm not sure how I feel about all that sass, I`d be wanting to spank that out of you."
Call me pathetic but it worked. My pussy contracted and I found my hand reaching toward my neck as I read that.
This guy screamed Dom, it called to the curious submissive in me.
You would never know it as I held a big job for a tech company, but at home, I badly needed someone to take a firm hand with me.
I wrote back to him, "don't threaten me with a good time LOL."
Moments later he returned with "careful now, that was a promise."
He was funny and charming. Chatting with him stirred up wicked feelings within me. I loved talking to him.
I began wanting to know more about him as a person. So, I approached him with questions like a friend would. Filled with butterflies the whole time.
I found out he lived in Dallas, Texas which was far from me in Toronto. He was personable and made me laugh about classic Canadian jokes held by Americans.
Like how Canadians ride caribou to work, live in igloos, or how I cannot pronounce certain words like "out" the right way.
Normally that stuff gets me worked up, but from him, I found it charming.
Every day was better than the last talking with him online. Before I knew it had been several weeks of talking daily.
I began to learn more things about him like how he posts a lot of the memes because it's a mental escape from the demands of his job. I truly understood that.
I was floored to find out he also was in Tech as an Engineer and we were both in the D/s scene.
Faelan preferred pop-punk music as did I, but he was also a fan of Sinatra and Clair de Lune weirdly like me. He even played similar musical instruments to me.
He was a southern man with a modern thinking position on multiple hot topics that blew me away as they were so close to my northern liberal line of thought.
Unlike any man I had previously met.
Not the stereotypical southern man for certain. No, he intrigued and deeply surprised me.
It seemed no matter the topic, we were on the same side of it.
It was amazing but also weird - almost too much in common making a person distrustfully nervous.
Because I work in Tech and see the worst of people online, dark thoughts had crossed my mind that maybe his account was fake and he was targeting me. It seemed unlikely especially as I had reached out to him, but I still checked and everything seemed to fit together.
Yet when it came to him personally, I knew very little. Meanwhile, it felt like he knew everything about me. I had to give my head a shake a bit on that fact.
Every morning he messaged me "good morning beautiful" and followed it up with a dirty meme or talk about his sexual kinks. He talked to me like I was already his submissive and it turned me on hard.
I found myself reaching down to touch the softness of my pussy often during our conversations.
His words turned me on so much, yet despite my best efforts, I could not bring myself to come on my own. Coming on my own had been difficult recently.
Unfortunately, my little problem began to drive me insane as Faelan was increasingly asking what BDSM play turned me on and telling me what he planned to do to me if I was his to use.
He made no bones about wanting to use me as his fucktoy.
It was Erotic. It was hot. We were sliding deep into D/s play. I was all over it, getting insanely worked up.
There were times that my nerves bit at me over how fast things between us were moving, but those feelings fleeted as soon as we were online together.
He knew just what to say to melt me. I was falling in deep. I even wanted to send him nudes which I had a firm policy of not ever doing.
My head was spinning from the wicked thoughts running through it. Things I thought I would never do; I began wanting to do for him.
The dirty sweet things he said and interest he took in my life made me believe he was hot for me.
So, it was not surprising when he upped the ante, sending a dick pic that dropped my jaw.
His dick was almost as wide as a pop can. It left me speechless and salivating.
I broke and texted Faelan that I was touching myself thinking of him and his big cock.
My phone blew up ringing. He was calling. He had never called me before. I was nervous as hell.
Tentatively answering the call with a "hey" I barely squeaked out.
"Hello little one, being bad are we?" he asked with clear mischief in his voice.
His voice was deep and smooth with a thick southern drawl. His accent was hot.
"Yes Sir, I like being bad," I cheekily replied.
"Sir, I like that, you may call me that from now on. I want to have a little fun with you this morning. Would you like that?"
"Yes Sir, I would," I replied in my most sexy voice. Hand still on my pussy rubbing my clit.
"I want you to bring yourself close to orgasm and then stop for me. I do not want you to come until I tell you to. I want you to edge like this 5 times right now for me. On the 5th, I will let you come for me. Would you like that little one?"
The air left my lungs, a tight squeeze forming in my chest. This guy just said the magic words turning my already pathetic hesitancy into flames. The brain fog only got worse from there.
"Hell, yes I would love that," I replied enthusiastically.
"Um not quite, try that again. I want to hear you address me properly," he scolded.
The submissive in me jumped up to do fucking backflips for him. I was beyond excited that he wanted to play.
I corrected my earlier misstep saying, "Of course Sir, my apologies, I would love to come for your pleasure. Anything you desire Sir."
There was a long pause and I swear I heard a low growl.
He replied huskily "That was a fucking perfect answer little one. I will use you so often that you will be begging to come. You just better hope I let you. I plan to train you so well that you will not be able come unless I say so."
My legs became jelly at his words and it honestly stole my breath away. Could this man be any hotter?
The brat in me came alive at his words and I sassed him with "promises, promises Sir."
My words brought out another low growl over the phone before he demanded "do it now."
So, I did as I was told like a good sub.
Before long he was encouraging me to push deeper and faster against my clit.
Edging myself harder until almost coming, and then stop. It was blissful torture.
Something about the way he told me to touch myself resonated deep, though I was anxious that I would not be able to perform because of recent difficulties.
The dirty things he whispered to me set my body ablaze, bringing me closer to climax.
His hot southern voice and commands were working. I began begging him to please let me come.
He chuckled darkly, "Not yet, I'm not done playing with my new toy. You are a fucktoy aren't you, my little slut? I will have you begging me to do awful things to you. I can't wait."
His words made me gasp. The words were enough to tip me dangerously close to orgasm as I continued to rub my pussy for him.
"I'm too close now Faelan, I need to come, please, please let me come for you. Please," I whimpered.
"That's a good girl. Keep going little one, I will count you down and let you orgasm today. You have pleased me well," he praised.
My heart raced as my hand flew over my clit at his words. I pleased him! He wants me to come for him. He used my praise and control kink expertly to bend me to his will.
It was like he had been speaking this way to me forever. He just knew.
He called to me and I obeyed.
Before counting down, he said "little one I want you to repeat something for me while you are bringing yourself to orgasm. I want you to say it every time you edge yourself and then when you do come, I want you to thank me whether I let you come or not. Can you do that for me pet?"
"Ohh," I cried, "Yes Sir, I will."
"Good girl. Repeat after me; I am a fucktoy and deserve to be treated this way. I will not come unless you tell me to."
Like a good sub, I repeated the phrase for him while wildly rubbing my pussy to climax.
Breathing heavy, legs shaking, moaning wildly I begged him, "Please, please let me come Sir," several times.
