I cannot believe I'm on a plane on my way to start my new life as a Submssive. How did I get here? What am I expecting from this stranger? Who would've thought an Ad in the paper would have me even consider being a sex slave.
This is how did I got here.
It started with me, a somewhat to-myself 20-year-old sophomore with a double major in chemistry and biology reading PlayGirl, casually passing the time getting myself hot looking at naked men. In the back there were ads for women who wanted to know their inner sexual being. Now I wasn't sure if I even had an inner sexual being. Even though the number was foreign, I was intrigued about discovering this "inner sexual being" so I went to the convenience store just off campus and bought a calling card. I was so nervous about talking to a strange man about sex, Hell I was still a virgin. Nevertheless I got my nerve up and dialed. After 4 rings a man answered speaking with a heavy French accent; a deep voice I found captivating.
I said "Hello" and told him I was responding to the Ad in the magazine he placed for a sexual submissive. He asked if I had any experience as a submissive to which I responded no. I told him straightforward that I had no sexual experience at all and that this was all new to me.
He told me his name, Jean-Marie von Couttier. He asked my name. Lalain, I said. He asked if I was Hawaiian, but told him I was Black to which he fond highly appealing. I described myself to him 5'5", 125lbs, dark skin and brown eyes. I told him I was a college student looking to make some extra money. All he said was "send a picture".
My roommate took the picture and I mailed it to him, but did not hear from him for another 2 weeks. I wondered if he got the pic, or if he liked what he saw. I then got a picture of him – a well-tanned white man, 6'6" tall, blonde hair, and blue eyes. The enclosed letter said that he was coming to the States and wanted to meet me in New York about 48 hours from when I got the letter. Jean-Marie made it clear he wanted me to stay with him in his hotel room at the Plaza. I told me roommate about how nervous I was meeting him, and especially staying in his hotel room.
The next day I was at JFK when his plane arrived. Following Jean-Marie's instructions, I wore a micro-mini with no panties, a low-cut blouse and 6-inch heels. I was SO nervous, I felt like a young adolescent on her first date.
As the passengers from the plane disembarked I didn't see him at first, so I walked over to the arrival board to make sure I had the right time and gate. I didn't see him walking up behind me. He reached up my skirt and squeezed me ass. Keeping my composure I did not make a sound. Jean-Marie said he was glad I followed his instructions to the letter. He turned me around and kissed me deep – my first French kiss with his tongue down my throat.
He took my hand as I went to hail a cab when a black limo pulled up. Holding the door open for me, we both got in and the limo pulled away, gliding down the Belt Parkway towards Manhattan. Jean-Marie rolled up the driver's partition and kissed me again, this time sliding his fingers between me legs and gently beginning to play with me clit. I asked what he was doing. He just told me to lay back and enjoy the massage.
Never had a man or anyone for that matter done that to me, or made me feel like I was feeling at the time. Between moans, I asked him to stop because it was feeling too good. "The driver can't hear us" Jean-Marie said so "don't worry". He told me just to go with the feeling, relish it, and release that energy.
As he was rubbing my clit I began to feel a warm liquid run down my vagina towards the crack of my ass. "Damn!" I said to myself, "great time to pee on yourself, girl!" Didn't take me long to realize though that I wasn't peeing, and that this was something else – pleasure – an explosion of pleasure that hitherto I never even imagined much less personally experienced. Jean-Marie enjoyed watching my first orgasm and afterwards he put his face between my legs. I was shocked asking him "What the hell are you doing there!?" He said he wanted to taste that juice that flowed from me.
