Warning: This is written as a fantasy, not fact. Never have sex with a strange partner without using a condom. More especially never go out on a cold street at night without a hat, gloves, a scarf and warm boots.
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By day the road was busy with traffic servicing a group of small boat-building firms which lined the river. At this time of night it was quiet; the businesses all boarded up behind high gates and fences. The workers had gone home to their beds. Only Lily and Conrad were there. Lily had expected a night of passionate lovemaking when she'd agreed to obey his commands for the evening; instead she was here, shivering.
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Lily wasn't the type of girl who would end up in a man's bed on the first date, but when she met Conrad, two weeks ago, it had seemed natural. Dominant men were against all her woman's lib principles but she enjoyed reading tales of dominance and submission on-line. Swarthy good looks and muscles pushing against a tight shirt made her ovaries leap for joy. Blow woman's lib, Lily wanted a real man. Within hours she was in his bedroom allowing him to erotically remove her clothing.
'Aren't you going to use a condom?' she worried as he hovered over her.
'No. I never do.' Lily felt dampness between her legs at his forcefulness and was blown apart by it. Her body erupted as he plunged into her with fierce long strokes. When they lay together afterwards he stroked her hair.
'Fear is quite an aphrodisiac for you, isn't it?'
Lily had never considered it before, but she knew Conrad had brought out the truth of it. His dominant disregard of how she felt had ignited her into the strongest orgasm she had ever felt.
'I guess it is.'
'I can frighten you, if that's what you want.'
He leant over to kiss her, provoking chills of desire through her nipples.
'Please.'
'I want you to be my slave.' Lily pulled back, alarmed. 'Not yet. We'll feel out where your limits are. When you are ready, I want you to beg to be my slave.'
Lily wasn't sure if he was serious or joking. She wasn't sure what she felt about his statement either way.
His already hardening erection rested on her buttocks.
'Get on top, slut.' The order was firm, yet delivered in a jokey voice. Lily obeyed, as much because she wanted it as he did.
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A breeze blew between the high walls, lifting her skirt.
'Give me your jacket.'
Lily was all set to protest, but then remembered her promise. She was his slave, for this trial night. She shrugged out of the jacket and handed it to Conrad. Cold or desire hardened her nipples, she wasn't sure which. Conrad was standing behind her where she couldn't see him, or his sexy body.
'And your blouse.'
'What?'
'Your blouse, Slave!'
Lily undid the buttons.
'Yes Master.' She joked as she handed held it out behind her for him to take. Her feelings were swinging from an enjoyment of the mastery she had given him and the humiliation of obeying his commands. Her bra was designed for sexiness not warmth and she could feel her rocky nipples peeping out over the top.
'Skirt!'
Lily didn't even protest, she was feeling his power over her. Because of Conrad she was now walking down a city road dressed only in low-heels and a lacy pair of panties. At least in the dark Conrad couldn't see how damp her fear of discovery had made her crotch.
'Pants!' His voice seemed even more dominant. His strict order enforced his power over her and she bent over to remove them, allowing him to catch up.