I met her on line. It was a platform like Facebook, but for sexual kinks. It's a fun place for people to share what turns them on without the pressure of a dating site. However I suspect it's mostly just men pretending to be women. But I really don't know and I don't really care. It's all about the fantasy after all isn't it?
Her name was Medusa, at least that's what she called herself. I asked why they call her Medusa. She told me, " Because when men look into my eyes, they become rock hard."
It was a clever and exciting thing to read from her, so I accepted it and that was the end of that. I never caught her real name. Looking back, I'm thinking maybe it was Medusa.
Her pictures showed a woman who looked like she was designed for sex, and she knew it. Her face rests in a seductive smile above her large inviting breasts. She had an hour glass figure and her ass was thick enough in all the right places to be what's called an onion butt; if you peal off the first layer, it will make a grown man cry. She was young enough to still be enthusiastic and old enough to know exactly what she wanted and what she was doing.
Her large and beautiful eyes were a flashing light green in the center with dark emerald circling the outside of the iris. It was like she could see you looking at her photos with those blazing eyes even though it was just a picture. Her answer about why she calls herself Medusa makes a lot more sense when you see them.
She had that gothic vibe about her but instead of black lipstick, she had full natural dark pink, almost red lips that contrasted her lily white skin. Her dark black curls were thick and lumped together giving it the appearance of small snakes for hair in the right light.
Her pictures were not about nudity, they were more art than anything else. You could tell by how she dressed that she was clearly in charge. In her pictures she liked to wear the form showing patent leather outfits often worn by female dom's in BDSM porn, complete with an empty strap on harness ready for action in every photo.
After looking at all her photos, I can see she has quite the wardrobe of tight leather outfits and all of them declare she is calling the shots. Her pictures so alluring that no man could resist and would gladly submit to her given the opportunity.
We met on a group chat about pegging. I didn't even know what she looked like at first when we started chatting. In our exchanges she was fun, smart and playful. But always talking down to me as if I was hers to toy with.
It wasn't till she started to private message me that I actually decided to check out her profile. When I saw it, I was smitten by her and the authority she was commanding in those pictures and in our conversations. I couldn't get enough of her attention.
We talked about our shared kinks. To name our favorites I'd have to say, double penetration, anal sex, pegging, BDSM, CNC, large cum loads and drugs were the core of our mutually shared tastes and fantasies that we enthusiastically discussed. But there was more that we had in common than that.
She told me she was a Teratophiliac. I didn't know what that meant and didn't ask, so I don't come off as stupid. Then, just like leaves floating down a stream, the word floated off into the distance and was forgotten.
Her favorite shared kink is our mutual love for tentacle hentai. I thought it was weird that out of all things we like and that are possible between us, that was what we bonded over. But I didn't put much thought past it either and was just happy this goddess was even talking to me. Even if there is a good chance it's a man pulling my chain from his mom's basement.
I knew deep down it was too good to be true. There had to be some angle, she was setting me up for some sort of game or something. But like a moth to flame I ate up her every playful yet commanding word.
I expected to be scammed, so I didn't have my hopes up. But the power of her pictures coupled with her words on the screen had made me off guard on purpose. So I played along anytime I could.
She eventually told me to send her a video of me jerking off to orgasm for her. I know she is into huge cum shots in porn and I happen to shoot massive loads. So I sent her a video, and I must say, I was proud of what I produced for her.
Much to my surprise after a month of her prodding questions and her numerous fantasies of how she would reduce me to a quivering mass begging her for more with her own tentacle monster. She sent me a message, " It's time we meet." Attached was an address and a time for a bar close to my home.
I got nervous. I wondered how do I know this isn't some sort of trap? Then my desire to see this woman reminded me that I was in shape and could take care of myself. I also took into consideration that we never talked about jobs or money, just kinky sex. So what could she expect if she was gonna actually turn out to be a dude and rob me?
I showed up at the bar exactly on time knowing the power she commanded over me. I stand just inside the doorway of the bar looking for her dark curly hair. I didn't see her anywhere and was surprised how bummed I let myself get over not seeing her, despite expecting the worst.
That moment did not last long before I hear a seductive voice behind me that said, " Turn around slave."
I'm not too sure how she recognized me without knowing what looked like, maybe it was my timing and my hungry look, who knows. I freeze for a second in surprise and then did as I was told. She was dressed, by the looks of it, in very expensive, sexy and somewhat revealing business attire. Her buttons on the top of her shirt were left unbuttoned exposing her cleavage as her large breasts pushed themselves out a little from the opening. Her long skirt hid her legs but also complimented her amazing hips and ass.
Her skirt was so tight I could not help but notice the shape of her harness underneath it. That's when I looked up and saw her face in real life. She took off her large glasses that looked appropriate for how she was dressed. We then lock eyes and the reality had hit me, she was right. I was hard as a rock.
She smiles and says, " Let's have a drink, come with me."
She does not wait for an answer and simply walks towards the bar signaling the bar tender. She ordered two drinks. She then sits down and says, "I pick your poison this round."
The bar tender hands her two martinis and I couldn't help but notice the large tip she left for reasonable priced drinks.
Gin is definitely not my first choice, but I can't turn her down, so I simply say thank you. It crosses my mind at the last moment that maybe she didn't ask about money is because she was gonna drug me and steal my kidneys. But even in the face of that possibility, I reassure myself that the waiter himself gave me the drink, so I'll be fine.
She smiles and says, "I love the taste of gin. But It's definitely not everyone's first choice. Do you like gin?"
I reply, "No, not really if I'm gonna be honest."
She then laughs and says, "That's what I expected. Now drink it." She then continued, "Our relationship is not about what you want, it's about what I want. You will do exactly what I say, do you understand?"
I stammered as I said yes. I was excited and a bit nervous because this seems to be actually going my way, I was so worried about a set up I wasn't really prepared for the possibility this woman was a even woman in the first place let alone if she would show up. But here she is watching with a grin as I take a drink like she told me to do.
