March can be a strange time of year for weather in the UK. Only a month ago there was six inches of snow with road closures and snow days, now we were having a mini summer with bright sunshine and temperatures normally only reached in July or August. It made the ten minute walk to the park very pleasant and despite the warm temperature there was still a cooling breeze just to remind you it was still technically the tail end of winter.
I walked quickly partly out of eagerness partly out of habit. I forced myself to slow down slightly just to make sure that the combination of heat, excitement and fast walking didn't cause me to sweat. I didn't want the first time we were alone together to be marred by me being a sweaty mass.
I had taken the opportunity earlier to get prepared, fresh deodorant and after shave and cleaned my teeth again so there wouldn't be any coffee breath, in doing so my mind raced at your own preparations wondering if you would follow all of my instructions and how far this game would go.
Your works conference was the catalyst, the flirting and mild innuendos we previously shared suddenly blooming and growing as we shared our experiences and limits of our own sexual pasts. It took me by surprise when we compared our experience, things we had done, things we hadn't. Things we wanted to do and things we wouldn't. Your list of ticks was far greater than mine and the tales we shared of previous experiences driving us both to distraction many times over the last month or two.
One thing that did come out of our chats was your desire to be tied up, just the thought of being restrained and utterly at someone else's mercy got you all hot and wet.
As our relationship was purely electronic, texts and e-mails, we shared many fantasies over the weeks. Generally I took the lead, setting the scene and steering the action of our story - because that's all they were stories of two (mostly) people getting together for a sexual encounter, the characters weren't you and me. They were just a random boy and girl that we controlled their actions. It was quickly obvious you were using the stories to get yourself off, not that I minded at all, after all that was the whole point of the stories and so gradually we moved from describing a third party sexual act to me telling you what to do, where to touch yourself and finally giving you permission to cum.
Normally I wouldn't even consider you as submissive in the slightest but without any physical interaction between us, you adapted to a lack of ropes and ties by following my instructions and letting me tease and pleasure you at my convenience. Often taking you to the brink of an orgasm and then making you stop only to build you slowly back up and do it again.
The control was all about trust, you could easily have ignored me when you were close and continued against my instructions but the thrill you got and the occasional self administered punishment made the orgasm so much more intense when it finally came. As each day went by we built up a trust and bond, I became the conductor for your solo performances, taking you to orgasm time and time again for your pleasure and also for mine.
At the start, just after compiling our sexual do's and don'ts we wrote up a brief set off rules for our activity together.
1.We don't meet.
2.No emotional connections were allowed.
3.We both describe in detail any sexual activity conducted since we last spoke.
4.You follow all instructions given.