| Straight: BDSM: Decisions (1/4) |
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The meeting came after a long communication over the Internet. She advertised originally saying that she wanted a man to tell her what he would do to her and tell her what he wanted her to do. She was married and did not want a meeting. It was to be a cyber sex relationship. They exchanged stories, dreams, fantasies and feelings. Each was articulate and imaginative and he fully met the need that she had been feeling when she advertised. Through their messages, he had tested her every limit and populated her dreams. At night her husband had routine sex with her and was surprised by her explosive orgasms as she lived out submission to her cyber lover in her head. The change came about when her cyber lover one day told her that he would be passing through her home town and they agreed to meet over lunch. It was a very nice meal. He was charming, exuded authority and was excellent company. It just seemed impossible to come so close and do nothing more than eat together before parting. Just because of who she was meeting she had prepared as she would for no other encounter. Her normally conservative dress remained on the surface, but underneath she was wearing stockings, suspenders, no knickers and her pubic mound was as smooth and hairless as the day she was born. Her smart suit covered a see through blouse beneath which she was bra-less, and she wore a long, light scarf around her neck and covering her cleavage. There had been no discussion of sex being a part of the meeting. They had talked only of wanting to turn each other into real people rather than the images they held from their messaging. That said, there had to be the possibility and she just needed to present herself in a way that she thought was appropriate to this man. She wondered what was going to happen as he paid the bill and rose to leave. The anti-climax of walking away at this moment would be enormous. At the door she was feeling despondent until he pointed to his car and said. “Would you like to come back to my hotel room to continue our chat. I am so enjoying your wonderful company.” Her heart leapt, she flushed and a tingle ran through her body. “Ohh! Yes, yes. I would love to.” They got into the BMW and in a few moments they were in the spacious room of a very good hotel. He took a bottle of champagne from the mini-bar and she realised immediately that he had planned to bring her back here. She was thrilled. As he poured two glasses of champagne, she removed her scarf and undid the buttons of her suit jacket. He placed the glass in her hand and they toasted each other's friendship before he commanded her in a much stronger voice than he had hitherto, to: “take off all of your clothes.” Despite the obvious expectation of sex, it was a shock. She put her glass on the table and without a word she did as she was instructed. He picked up her scarf, tied her wrists firmly behind her back and told her to kneel. When he undid his trousers she opened her mouth and leant towards him before the very stiff prick sprung out. When she sucked her husband, he liked it alright, but he never took control. She wanked him into her mouth and sucked a bit as she |
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