Glamourized Chronicles and Fantasies of a New Submissive: Part 1
Day One
Today I met my new dom. He is awfully attractive. He's of average height and a stocky build. You can see where the muscles are hiding just under a nice layer of yummy. I am a chubby chaser so he isn't my usual body type, but he's gorgeous to look at nonetheless. Ice blue eyes that show intelligence and maybe a touch of cruelty. An easy smile. Well, maybe more of a smirk than a smile. Today his hair was buzzed and his face was shadowed with stubble but he said it isn't always kept that way. I'm excited to see how he changes in looks with different grooming styles, if at all.
I went to meet him at his apartment. He lives in a motel room that's been done over again as a bachelor apartment way out in the middle of nowhere. It was better than you'd expect from a motel room, at least on first inspection. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the center of the room. Once it did I was able to pick out flaws in the place, like missing frames around the window and door. Anything to keep my eyes off of him. I wasn't sure how he felt about eye contact but didn't want to risk ruining the first visit by offending him.
His place wasn't small but it was cluttered. A queen size bed set between a computer on its desk and a nightstand with a toy chest under it took up most of one wall. The opposite wall was occupied by a bar fridge, dresser with a microwave on it, and an entertainment center fitted with a flat screen tv and four game consoles. The walls were plastered in posters and wall scrolls from various games and animes. Two bookshelves full of books, manuals, assorted odds and ends, figurines and random other items were against the back wall. A small round table with folding leaves sat under the front window to complete the room.
He started talking and conversation came very easy, surprisingly. Maybe it was being in his own environment or maybe he is just like that. Time will tell. Before we finished the first topic I decided I liked being in his home. Being surrounded by the proof of his nerdity made me comfortable and more than a little wet. I do love me a good geek.. By the time the casual conversations had ended I was completely at ease. Thinking back, I wonder if maybe that was his plan all along. Either way, the jitters I felt upon entering his domain were all but gone, replaced with a slight fluttering. I had butterflies. Butterflies!
When he stood up abruptly and walked over to lock the deadbolt on his door, those butterflies disappeared. Along with my stomach. My nerves had me on edge, in anticipation and excitement. As he turned to look at me, our eyes locked. He gave me a wicked grin and walked over to stand directly in front of me as I sat on the edge of his bed. I raked my eyes down his body and back up again. He reached up and braced his hands against the beam running across the center of his ceiling and leveled a gaze on me that promised many dark, delicious things.
"Take my clothes off." The demand sent tingles down my spine and into my belly that decided to suddenly reappear. Now, I have never had a dom before. He is my first and I am new to submission, but I get the basics. I was to do as I was told and not question it. That was fine with me! After my arrival earlier I had went to the bathroom and stripped, setting my clothes on the counter when I came out to sit down. So I was gonna get to see him naked too.
I placed my hands on his hips and ran my fingers along the inside of the elastic band on his satin shorts, which I secretly hope I get to try on in the future. I slid them down to his knees and let them fall around his ankles. Apparently he prefers commando, as there was nothing else on under them and I was suddenly staring at his slightly hardened manhood. I suspect this was the effect my nudity had on him as I don't suppose it was a result of anything I had said. I pushed the hem of his shirt up almost to his chest, but sitting as I was, I was too short to get the shirt up over his head. He laughed at my struggle before bowing slightly and pulling over his head himself.
I scoot back slightly on the bed as he takes a step closer. He kneels on the bed, leaning forward over me, his body language encouraging me to lean back as well. He looks into my eyes as I lay back and covers me with his body, his forearms supporting most of his weight. He leans in and his lips touch mine. I'm in heaven! It starts tentatively, then his lips firm and the kiss becomes more demanding. He reaches up to cup my face as his tongue enters my mouth. I try to meet him as intensely, eager to please. I can feel him hardening against my thigh. He pulls back and holds my gaze.
"Kissing turns me on," he said. "Makes me incredibly hard." Pretty sure there's a puddle between my legs at this point. I grin and say, "So I've noticed." Then he tells me he is going to eat me, but wants to check something. He pulls himself back and lifts my hips up to meet his face, then buries his nose between my legs and takes a deep breath. What sounds almost like a growl comes from his throat before he gives me a quick lick.
"Yeah, I'm gonna come just from the taste of you. So you're gonna have to suck me off first." Suddenly, that puddle is a fucking pool. Surprised it didn't run right down my leg when I sat up.
He stood back up at the edge of the bed and put his hand behind my head, guiding me to where his member pointed straight at me. I slid forward to the edge of the bed clumsily and placed my legs on either side of his thighs. Gripping him with my left hand, I placed the tip of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue over his head before inching him further inside, wriggling my tongue back and forth as I did so. I don't have much experience with blow jobs, but I know where the nerves and sensitive spots are, so I focused on rubbing my tongue along his intact foreskin. A slight "mmm" noise told me I found a good spot.
