Meeting a stranger
We met online and we have been discussing for a while. He is a dominant guy, I told him that I want to experience the lifestyle but I was inexperienced. For a while he didn't think I have what it take to be his. Probably his was right - I put quite of a scene telling him to make me and instead of wait for me to be ready. This got me a couple weeks of silence from him, well deserved I guess.
I had lost hope that he would come back and my pride was too much to go back. He was right, I wasn't ready. After a few days, I decided to give a last go, I told him I would be in bar in the city and I would like him to be there so we could finally meet and I'd prove I would be a good girl.
We never seen each other before, but I knew he would like me to be dressed in black with stocks and heels. I made sure to be wearing that - I had no doubts he would recognise me the moment he entered the bar.
I was there at 20h, but of course he wasn't and I couldn't know if he would be. I had no replies from my proposal. I sit on the bar, got myself a drink and waited. My mind was spinning and I was already wet just imagining if he ever would show up and what he would to me.
Around 20:45 and a drink later, the bar was getting full and I fell a hand firmly touching my back and a mouth whispers in my ears, giving me goosebumps: "I guess we are finally meeting". I turn around and it is him - in his suit, with intimidating eyes and a soft smile in his face. I have no words. He sits next to me, orders a drink and barely look at me. I am shacking and aroused.
He is calm and has the control of the situation, he knows that. After a few minutes he grabs my hair and whisper in my ears that if I disobey a word he says I would regret - I was not sure if there was an order or an invitation for misbehaviour. I didn't want to have a bad start, specially after the weeks without talking to him. I was going to follow his instructions.
He orders me to go to the bathroom and take off my panties and my bra and bring it to him. I am shaking but I follow through. My dress is short and tight, probably people were noticing by the time I go out of the bathroom. I am so wet and aroused that I no longer care, I just want more of that. I discretly put my lingerie in his pocket. A good girl comes from his mouth. his hands go up and down in my tights getting my nipples hard. The bartender sees that and smile. He likes that I calling attention.
He finishes his drink and gets up. He doesn't need to talk to me to understand his commands. I get up and go in the direction of the door. We get out, it is chilly and quite. My nipples are harder than ever and my pussy soaking wet. I am hoping for an after party. He grabs my hair and pull it back, exposing my neck. he kisses it, going up to my ears. The other hand goes down to my pussy, his fingers are now wet. My eyes are rolling. His wet hand grab hip and pull closer to him. I can feel his hard (and big) cock over his pants. I smile.
He holds back, stop everything. He tells me that I am excused from my misbehave and I might get another chance. I am not to touch myself until he contacts me again, and he leaves.
I am standing there wet and denied. I walk back home, crazy to touch myself and finish the job, but for some reason I don't do it. That man controls me, and if he told me not to, I will do as he pleases. I can hope and wish to see him again soon enough.
I had lost hope that he would come back and my pride was too much to go back. He was right, I wasn't ready. After a few days, I decided to give a last go, I told him I would be in bar in the city and I would like him to be there so we could finally meet and I'd prove I would be a good girl.
We never seen each other before, but I knew he would like me to be dressed in black with stocks and heels. I made sure to be wearing that - I had no doubts he would recognise me the moment he entered the bar.
I was there at 20h, but of course he wasn't and I couldn't know if he would be. I had no replies from my proposal. I sit on the bar, got myself a drink and waited. My mind was spinning and I was already wet just imagining if he ever would show up and what he would to me.
Around 20:45 and a drink later, the bar was getting full and I fell a hand firmly touching my back and a mouth whispers in my ears, giving me goosebumps: "I guess we are finally meeting". I turn around and it is him - in his suit, with intimidating eyes and a soft smile in his face. I have no words. He sits next to me, orders a drink and barely look at me. I am shacking and aroused.
He is calm and has the control of the situation, he knows that. After a few minutes he grabs my hair and whisper in my ears that if I disobey a word he says I would regret - I was not sure if there was an order or an invitation for misbehaviour. I didn't want to have a bad start, specially after the weeks without talking to him. I was going to follow his instructions.
He orders me to go to the bathroom and take off my panties and my bra and bring it to him. I am shaking but I follow through. My dress is short and tight, probably people were noticing by the time I go out of the bathroom. I am so wet and aroused that I no longer care, I just want more of that. I discretly put my lingerie in his pocket. A good girl comes from his mouth. his hands go up and down in my tights getting my nipples hard. The bartender sees that and smile. He likes that I calling attention.
He finishes his drink and gets up. He doesn't need to talk to me to understand his commands. I get up and go in the direction of the door. We get out, it is chilly and quite. My nipples are harder than ever and my pussy soaking wet. I am hoping for an after party. He grabs my hair and pull it back, exposing my neck. he kisses it, going up to my ears. The other hand goes down to my pussy, his fingers are now wet. My eyes are rolling. His wet hand grab hip and pull closer to him. I can feel his hard (and big) cock over his pants. I smile.
He holds back, stop everything. He tells me that I am excused from my misbehave and I might get another chance. I am not to touch myself until he contacts me again, and he leaves.
I am standing there wet and denied. I walk back home, crazy to touch myself and finish the job, but for some reason I don't do it. That man controls me, and if he told me not to, I will do as he pleases. I can hope and wish to see him again soon enough.
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