Adventures with Delicious DeeDee
Adventures with Delicious DeeDee
The day had finally arrived...and long overdue it was for James and Dee.
It had been over three years ago that James and Dee had first met virtually through XHamster, sharing thoughts, desires, fantasies arousing each other. Then there had been a break of many months, but reconnecting again both quickly resumed their sharing and lust for one another, they were kindred spirits separated by circumstance and geography, but not today. Today their mutual passions and desires would be shared intimately, their carnal and some would say perverted pleasures would be shared together fully and completely.
James leaving his home smiling at what today will bring drops the large holdall in the boot of his car, today is the day he is travelling to enjoy his DeeDee. The holdall contains the normal items for an overnight, weekend away....clothes, toiletries but for this trip it had much more, all the items that would make James and Dee’s time together complete for both of them.
Starting the car James uses his phone to text Dee, before setting the Sat-Nav, which will lead him to the pleasure, and sexual excess that both he and Dee are craving. Craving physically now that the day has arrived, for both it is no longer a desire, a wish today is the day all of those will become reality, and knowing makes their wanton desires manifest physically, James growing erection trapped for now in his jeans, Dee on receiving James’ text finding it incredibly difficult to slide her hand into her knickers and stroke her increasingly wet pussy....
My text short is and to the point. “Hi my Delicious Dee. I’m leaving now, will see you soon. Be prepared XXX” As I pull away I have to adjust my erection, currently trapped in my jeans, but soon will be free for us both to enjoy. My sat-nav telling me that it would be 2 hours 30 minutes to reach my (our) destination, but there is no chance I will be abiding by the speed limits today, not with the pleasures that await at the end of this drive. I will be there in sooner, for the fun to begin.
After receiving my text you also prepare to set off on your shorter drive to our mutual destination, your pussy now soaked with the anticipation of what is to come, the pleasures you will relish and endure. But despite your almost overwhelming need to orgasm, to use your fingers or one of your toys to bring you release...you have your instructions, and are following them, as the frustration only increases you arousal. You feel almost permanently on the verge of climax, and you love that feeling...you also love how it feels to follow instructions, to be submissive knowing all the delicious pleasures that submission can offer. You check the contents of your bag...again... before leaving to get into your car, making sure you are ready for what is to come, craving what is to come.
Your instructions having been sent by Messenger, could have been printed off for you to check-off, but your anticipation of this meeting meant that this was not necessary all the instructions given to you are ingrained and vivid in your mind...you could recite them word for word, probably more accurately than I could, even as the author of your instructions.
“Dee, now that we have arranged our coming together (yes pun intended) privately and in seclusion, there are a number of things my Delicious DeeDee is instructed to do....
• I will text you when I am leaving, you will confirm by text you have also set off, and this will be the only communication until you greet me at the door on my arrival.
• From receiving my text that I am on my way, you are not allowed to touch yourself, masturbate or please yourself in anyway...as your pleasure and orgasms will be for ME to decide/allow while we are together.
• On arriving at our venue you will collect the key to our cabin from the reception (it is all paid for in advance) you will also collect the parcel I have arranged for you...NOT TO BE OPENED until I arrive.
• On my arrival you will need to be dressed in black corset, short layered skirt and stockings...that you look so amazing in from pictures on XHamster.
• Once dressed as above, and forget about knickers...you will not be requiring them...it is time to insert your butt-plug and this will be inspected on my arrival.
• By agreeing to have our meeting, you are also agree to follow every and all instructions given to you, and accept any and all sexual pleasures and/or painful pleasures without question.
I will be seeing you soon my Delicious Dee, and the world will be a very different place from our meeting....I am sure you will agree after our time together. James xx”
Getting into your car you return the instructed text, to me,
“I have left James. Looking forward to see you very soon xx”
You press send, though wanting to add so much more to the text, describing how wet you are, how you are desperate to touch yourself, to feel the pleasure of orgasm...but you follow your instructions, and the denial of pleasuring yourself only adding to the arousal you feel about what is yet to come, when we are together. And justify to yourself that continued and extended text messages would only result in either having to stop driving, so making the moment of our meeting further away...or driving while texting, and in our mutual aroused state would not be advisable, concentrating on driving was already difficult enough...as both our minds were filled with glorious images of the pleasures to come when together. So after sending the short text you turn the key in the ignition...the gentle rumble of the running car engine, you had never noticed before now vibrating through your wet pussy, increasing your arousal even more, you are craving the sexual release of orgasm, but stay with your instructions ‘...you are not allowed to touch yourself, masturbate or please yourself in anyway...’ The drive to the location I had given to you is frustrating and agonising, though not allowed to touch yourself, you clench your leg muscles tightly trying to provide some friction, pleasure to the centre f your being at this time, your shaven soaking pussy. Though the journey was only about an hour it seemed like an eternity to you in your anticipating state of arousal and need, your mind filled with images of what pleasures awaited you...waiting to feel my hands caress you, to feel my hard cock in your hands/mouth/pussy/arse, craving to feel my cum erupt inside or taste as you lips pleasure my jerking cock, to feel the deliciously arousing pain of our play, and then there is the ‘parcel’ to be collected when you arrive? What would it contain and what pleasures would its contents bring?
My journey was equally agonising, time seeming to going so much slower, much like the other cars on the roads seemed to be going...’were they deliberately driving slower’ kept going through my mind as I drove to our meeting. My mind filled with the enjoyment and what some may call depravity, which we were going to share together over this weekend in a secluded cabin, the privacy of the cabin and its location allowing us free reign to indulge fully and completely in all the pleasures we had discussed. This would be our weekend of decadence and complete abandonment of any societal restrictions on our mutual desires, we were going to embrace completely and fulfil all of our shared baser sexual needs, without limits. We both knew that after this weekend neither of us would be the same....and we were both running towards the experience headfast with bodies filled with passion and desire. My cock never wavering in its hardness as I continue to drive, pressing against the clothing trapping it inside I have to adjust it so often on this arduously seemingly endless drive. But keeping me sane, and stopping me from taking myself in hand and release my need to cum, this need will be fulfilled when I arrive, and so many more times over the weekend. So I continue to drive, not abiding to the speed limits in the knowledge that you will be there waiting when I arrive, and our mutually craved desires will become real....
After almost an hour of aroused and deeply frustrated driving, the sat-nav leads you down a country lane, ‘2 miles to your location’ its robotic voice tells you. Only 5 minutes and you will arrive, and the location is certainly secluded as I said it would be, the last town you passed by was about 10 miles back, though more a village than a town. You follow the directions of the electronic box, though you do like following directions/instructions but usually from someone that is in person and pleasuring, using you as you love to be pleasured, used, fucked.
Your mind still filled with images and thoughts of the pleasures you had submitted to, as the sat-nav announces your arrival, bringing you back to reality.
Getting out of the car you approach what obviously used to be a small farm house, though now remodelled and upgraded to be a reception for the cabins in the grounds, you believe...though things are not always as they seem, as you will learn over the weekend.... Walking in the door to the reception area, a little nervously, there is no one to greet you. There is a bell on the desk, but before to have a chance to use it the ‘receptionist’ comes out of the back room.
“You are Dee, yes?” this comes out more as an instruction than a question, the tone of voice and attitude that you know from others you have submitted too. And not what you expected from a receptionist greeting a customer.
“Yes...I...we have a cabin booked...” But before you could finish the sentence she interrupts.
“I know you have a cabin booked Dee. James has arranged everything. Here are the keys to the cabin [laying the keys on the desk]...drive along the road from here, up the hill and turn right, your cabin is Number 1, you can’t miss it.”
The receptionist seems to know a lot, why would she know your first name, why had she not asked what name the booking was under, why did she know so much. Taking the keys you turn to leave...
“DeeDee...I think you have forgotten something. Don’t you?” Again that controlling, tone of voice and inflection of the words, arousing you even though a complete stranger, only adding to your arousal of what this weekend would bring...and she had called you ‘DeeDee’. Your mind in chaos...what had you forgotten? The only answer that came from you...
“I....what...sorry” you stand holding the keys to the cabin, wanting to get there, be free for this weekend, to dress as instructed and await my arrival....and all that would follow.
“You have forgotten something DeeDee....something James has left for you. Yes?” Again this was not a question, but a statement and again calling you ‘DeeDee’. Smiling the receptionist reaches below the desk and places a carved wooden box on the desk. The box is made of dark wood polished to a high shine, there is a catch [but no lock] at the front of the box as the receptionist places in front of you, with what you can only perceive as a knowing glint, sparkle in her eyes as she smiles at you...then.
“Remember you are not allowed to open it until James arrives, DeeDee....As I said follow the road, turn right at the top of the hill....enjoy your stay. Or is there anything else I can help you with Dee? No?”
“Mmmm...no...thankyou...” Is the only reply you can manage as you take the box and turn to return to your car. The receptionist’s attitude, steely gaze over you, knowledge she should not have making you feel submissive....you begin to imagine her controlling you more, serving her, being used by her...but you have to, want to get to ‘our’ cabin. I should be arriving in an hour, your thoughts of the receptionist and the deliciously perverted pleasures you have now attached to her, after a brief interaction will have to be left in your imagination, unfortunately.
The day had finally arrived...and long overdue it was for James and Dee.
It had been over three years ago that James and Dee had first met virtually through XHamster, sharing thoughts, desires, fantasies arousing each other. Then there had been a break of many months, but reconnecting again both quickly resumed their sharing and lust for one another, they were kindred spirits separated by circumstance and geography, but not today. Today their mutual passions and desires would be shared intimately, their carnal and some would say perverted pleasures would be shared together fully and completely.
James leaving his home smiling at what today will bring drops the large holdall in the boot of his car, today is the day he is travelling to enjoy his DeeDee. The holdall contains the normal items for an overnight, weekend away....clothes, toiletries but for this trip it had much more, all the items that would make James and Dee’s time together complete for both of them.
Starting the car James uses his phone to text Dee, before setting the Sat-Nav, which will lead him to the pleasure, and sexual excess that both he and Dee are craving. Craving physically now that the day has arrived, for both it is no longer a desire, a wish today is the day all of those will become reality, and knowing makes their wanton desires manifest physically, James growing erection trapped for now in his jeans, Dee on receiving James’ text finding it incredibly difficult to slide her hand into her knickers and stroke her increasingly wet pussy....
My text short is and to the point. “Hi my Delicious Dee. I’m leaving now, will see you soon. Be prepared XXX” As I pull away I have to adjust my erection, currently trapped in my jeans, but soon will be free for us both to enjoy. My sat-nav telling me that it would be 2 hours 30 minutes to reach my (our) destination, but there is no chance I will be abiding by the speed limits today, not with the pleasures that await at the end of this drive. I will be there in sooner, for the fun to begin.
After receiving my text you also prepare to set off on your shorter drive to our mutual destination, your pussy now soaked with the anticipation of what is to come, the pleasures you will relish and endure. But despite your almost overwhelming need to orgasm, to use your fingers or one of your toys to bring you release...you have your instructions, and are following them, as the frustration only increases you arousal. You feel almost permanently on the verge of climax, and you love that feeling...you also love how it feels to follow instructions, to be submissive knowing all the delicious pleasures that submission can offer. You check the contents of your bag...again... before leaving to get into your car, making sure you are ready for what is to come, craving what is to come.
Your instructions having been sent by Messenger, could have been printed off for you to check-off, but your anticipation of this meeting meant that this was not necessary all the instructions given to you are ingrained and vivid in your mind...you could recite them word for word, probably more accurately than I could, even as the author of your instructions.
“Dee, now that we have arranged our coming together (yes pun intended) privately and in seclusion, there are a number of things my Delicious DeeDee is instructed to do....
• I will text you when I am leaving, you will confirm by text you have also set off, and this will be the only communication until you greet me at the door on my arrival.
• From receiving my text that I am on my way, you are not allowed to touch yourself, masturbate or please yourself in anyway...as your pleasure and orgasms will be for ME to decide/allow while we are together.
• On arriving at our venue you will collect the key to our cabin from the reception (it is all paid for in advance) you will also collect the parcel I have arranged for you...NOT TO BE OPENED until I arrive.
• On my arrival you will need to be dressed in black corset, short layered skirt and stockings...that you look so amazing in from pictures on XHamster.
• Once dressed as above, and forget about knickers...you will not be requiring them...it is time to insert your butt-plug and this will be inspected on my arrival.
• By agreeing to have our meeting, you are also agree to follow every and all instructions given to you, and accept any and all sexual pleasures and/or painful pleasures without question.
I will be seeing you soon my Delicious Dee, and the world will be a very different place from our meeting....I am sure you will agree after our time together. James xx”
Getting into your car you return the instructed text, to me,
“I have left James. Looking forward to see you very soon xx”
You press send, though wanting to add so much more to the text, describing how wet you are, how you are desperate to touch yourself, to feel the pleasure of orgasm...but you follow your instructions, and the denial of pleasuring yourself only adding to the arousal you feel about what is yet to come, when we are together. And justify to yourself that continued and extended text messages would only result in either having to stop driving, so making the moment of our meeting further away...or driving while texting, and in our mutual aroused state would not be advisable, concentrating on driving was already difficult enough...as both our minds were filled with glorious images of the pleasures to come when together. So after sending the short text you turn the key in the ignition...the gentle rumble of the running car engine, you had never noticed before now vibrating through your wet pussy, increasing your arousal even more, you are craving the sexual release of orgasm, but stay with your instructions ‘...you are not allowed to touch yourself, masturbate or please yourself in anyway...’ The drive to the location I had given to you is frustrating and agonising, though not allowed to touch yourself, you clench your leg muscles tightly trying to provide some friction, pleasure to the centre f your being at this time, your shaven soaking pussy. Though the journey was only about an hour it seemed like an eternity to you in your anticipating state of arousal and need, your mind filled with images of what pleasures awaited you...waiting to feel my hands caress you, to feel my hard cock in your hands/mouth/pussy/arse, craving to feel my cum erupt inside or taste as you lips pleasure my jerking cock, to feel the deliciously arousing pain of our play, and then there is the ‘parcel’ to be collected when you arrive? What would it contain and what pleasures would its contents bring?
My journey was equally agonising, time seeming to going so much slower, much like the other cars on the roads seemed to be going...’were they deliberately driving slower’ kept going through my mind as I drove to our meeting. My mind filled with the enjoyment and what some may call depravity, which we were going to share together over this weekend in a secluded cabin, the privacy of the cabin and its location allowing us free reign to indulge fully and completely in all the pleasures we had discussed. This would be our weekend of decadence and complete abandonment of any societal restrictions on our mutual desires, we were going to embrace completely and fulfil all of our shared baser sexual needs, without limits. We both knew that after this weekend neither of us would be the same....and we were both running towards the experience headfast with bodies filled with passion and desire. My cock never wavering in its hardness as I continue to drive, pressing against the clothing trapping it inside I have to adjust it so often on this arduously seemingly endless drive. But keeping me sane, and stopping me from taking myself in hand and release my need to cum, this need will be fulfilled when I arrive, and so many more times over the weekend. So I continue to drive, not abiding to the speed limits in the knowledge that you will be there waiting when I arrive, and our mutually craved desires will become real....
After almost an hour of aroused and deeply frustrated driving, the sat-nav leads you down a country lane, ‘2 miles to your location’ its robotic voice tells you. Only 5 minutes and you will arrive, and the location is certainly secluded as I said it would be, the last town you passed by was about 10 miles back, though more a village than a town. You follow the directions of the electronic box, though you do like following directions/instructions but usually from someone that is in person and pleasuring, using you as you love to be pleasured, used, fucked.
Your mind still filled with images and thoughts of the pleasures you had submitted to, as the sat-nav announces your arrival, bringing you back to reality.
Getting out of the car you approach what obviously used to be a small farm house, though now remodelled and upgraded to be a reception for the cabins in the grounds, you believe...though things are not always as they seem, as you will learn over the weekend.... Walking in the door to the reception area, a little nervously, there is no one to greet you. There is a bell on the desk, but before to have a chance to use it the ‘receptionist’ comes out of the back room.
“You are Dee, yes?” this comes out more as an instruction than a question, the tone of voice and attitude that you know from others you have submitted too. And not what you expected from a receptionist greeting a customer.
“Yes...I...we have a cabin booked...” But before you could finish the sentence she interrupts.
“I know you have a cabin booked Dee. James has arranged everything. Here are the keys to the cabin [laying the keys on the desk]...drive along the road from here, up the hill and turn right, your cabin is Number 1, you can’t miss it.”
The receptionist seems to know a lot, why would she know your first name, why had she not asked what name the booking was under, why did she know so much. Taking the keys you turn to leave...
“DeeDee...I think you have forgotten something. Don’t you?” Again that controlling, tone of voice and inflection of the words, arousing you even though a complete stranger, only adding to your arousal of what this weekend would bring...and she had called you ‘DeeDee’. Your mind in chaos...what had you forgotten? The only answer that came from you...
“I....what...sorry” you stand holding the keys to the cabin, wanting to get there, be free for this weekend, to dress as instructed and await my arrival....and all that would follow.
“You have forgotten something DeeDee....something James has left for you. Yes?” Again this was not a question, but a statement and again calling you ‘DeeDee’. Smiling the receptionist reaches below the desk and places a carved wooden box on the desk. The box is made of dark wood polished to a high shine, there is a catch [but no lock] at the front of the box as the receptionist places in front of you, with what you can only perceive as a knowing glint, sparkle in her eyes as she smiles at you...then.
“Remember you are not allowed to open it until James arrives, DeeDee....As I said follow the road, turn right at the top of the hill....enjoy your stay. Or is there anything else I can help you with Dee? No?”
“Mmmm...no...thankyou...” Is the only reply you can manage as you take the box and turn to return to your car. The receptionist’s attitude, steely gaze over you, knowledge she should not have making you feel submissive....you begin to imagine her controlling you more, serving her, being used by her...but you have to, want to get to ‘our’ cabin. I should be arriving in an hour, your thoughts of the receptionist and the deliciously perverted pleasures you have now attached to her, after a brief interaction will have to be left in your imagination, unfortunately.
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