"I... well yes, I do want to meet you again.
"Yes you were perfectly clear last time about exactly what you will be doing to me.
"Yes I'll bring whatever you want.
"Yes got it, old towels and a set of my tougher nipple clamps.
"Wait, a bowl or a bucket? Can't we use the hotel room garbage pail? No you want it to be something of mine... ok I'll find something."
As I hang up the phone, I feel a little light headed. I sit down for a minute to compose myself. I remember meeting you that first time for a trial run evening. A quick drink at a coffee house. No alcohol, nothing to detract from the experience. Then to the hotel room. You laid it all out. No sex the first time. You were VERY clear. The first time we have sex it will be entirely under your control and it will hurt. You said in no uncertain terms that if I meet you again you will bind me, put nipple clamps on me and then fuck me. Well that's not what you said exactly. I think you said the first time you penetrate me would be deeply and violently hard down into my throat. You said you would make me cry. And I need to be sure I'm willing to give you that. Submit to your control. To your pleasure.
So the first night was to show me you understand my pleasure but also to make sure that fulfilling my pleasure to its fullest will only come once I've served yours. My breasts still ache at the memory and my nipples tighten up hard and sensitive.
Oh yes... I'm meeting you again...
I look at the time, you are already there waiting for me, and I have to get the things you told me to bring. Why didn't you give me any warning? If you wanted me to be in a rush and off balance you've succeeded. I start to rush around. I grab my toiletries bag that you told me to have ready from now on. And I rummage through my closet for some old towels. You said you had some but wanted me to bring more. Oh God I can feel it already, that slow simmering ache starting deep inside me. How do you do this to me? You're not even here damn it. You're there, waiting for me. I run to my car.
