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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Thought I would post a story based around a meet I have had with an old friend. We were in a dom/ sub relationship.
Let me know what you think of part 1.
It had been at least ten years since they had last met. They had spent a summer having illicit meetings as he had a partner where they explored how far they could push the dom/ sub relationship that had always existed between them. He had always controlled her sexually, the rest of the relationship had been equal, but sexually he had controlled her and pushed her boundaries further and further.
He had messaged her on fab a month ago, he was single again and wanted to catch up. They chatted about the things that had happened in their lives in the past ten years but there was always an underlying tension. She knew she wanted to feel his hands on her again, and he knew he wanted to find out if she was as compliant as he had taught her to be.
They decided that they should meet and spent time planning the meet. He would visit her and stay the night. They discussed boundaries and how the meeting would go in general terms. He teased her in the days leading up to the meet with pics of his hard cock covered in his cum after he had wanked and they were messaging every day. She felt her toy collection needed an upgrade and he set her budget. Being a good girl she did not spend the whole budget and was very excited when the box of toys arrived.
She had chosen well, nipple and clit pumps, a pin wheel to be used on her, a combination cock ring and butt plug for him and he had added a surprise. A flogger who’s handle was a stainless steel dildo. She also had plans to turn the tables on him and switch to dominating him, not on the first meet but it would happen, so she bought a new strap on as well. They had one session all those years ago when he submitted to her and she had found it empowering and very horny. She had ridden his arse and then ridden him until she had exploded on his cock.
As the day approached they both knew they were getting hornier and hornier. She was wet most of the time, her hand sneaking down to feel her wet pussy as she went about her day. His cock seemed to be dribbling pre cum all the time. They had both agreed to not wank for the week leading up to their meet and were finding it hard to stick to that promise.
Finally the day was there and he had messaged to say he was leaving, he was two hours away so she had time to prepare herself for the visit. Mainly this meant calming her nerves, it had been a while and she was not sure if their sexual chemistry would be the same. She busied herself doing chores and making sure everything was just so. She had taken her collection of canes, the new flogger, and her paddles and straps and hung them from the coat stand in her bedroom. Her toy box was out, lube was ready and she was as horny as fuck.
He messaged to say he was there and she opened the door to see him coming up the path. She smiled, he smiled and they both relaxed a little. They had agreed that they would chat for a while and reconnect before the play time started and he had a work call to take care of 30 minutes after he arrived. They chatted and relaxed more as the time passed and he went off to take his work call in the spare bedroom.
It was soon over and he went to her bedroom where he stripped off and lay on the bed, she was not sure he had finished and it was a good ten minutes before she realised he had and joined him. She walked in and his cock was already rock hard as he slowly wanked it. She was dressed in stockings, heels and a smile. She lay next to him and he leant over and kissed her. She was wet instantly as his tongue probed her mouth and she kissed him back. Their tongues played with each other and the kiss grew more passionate.
Finally he pulled back and told her to get on all fours, she complied, knowing that she was now under his control. She had a surprise for him, she had temporary tattoos on her arse, slave on one cheek and slut on the other, and just above her pussy the word Master’s. They had talked about having his name tattooed above her pussy in the past as a sign of ownership but it was a step too far.
Her thoughts were pulled back to the present as his hands wandered over her arse, fondling it, then with a sharp slap he spanked her. She let out a satisfied moan, this is what she wanted, she was at heart a pain slut and he knew it. She had not met anyone who was so in tune with her needs and wants. His hand crashed down again spanking her hard. The spanking was thorough and worked its way fully over both cheeks of her arse, she could feel her bottom turning red.
Suddenly it stopped and by reflex she said ‘Thank you, Sir’ she always addressed him as Sir once a session had started. He walked over to her coat stand and picked up a leather paddle. He then started to paddle her arse. She moaned with a throatier sound as the pain built, her pussy was getting wetter, if that was possible. He worked her cheeks over with the paddle until he was happy with the colour and marks he had left there.
He told her to move over and lay down next to her, she did not need to be told what to do. She moved down and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock. It was rock hard and she sighed as she took it into her mouth. She started to worship his thick cock with her mouth and hands, licking, sucking and wanking him. She loved to hear his moans of appreciation and knew this was where she was meant to be. On her knees with his cock in her mouth.
His hand move to the back of her head and grabbed her hair as his hips bucked up ramming his cock deep into her mouth, making her gag. She loved that, and so did he. He fucked her mouth as he held her head, her spit dribbling out around his cock as he took his pleasure. But they both knew him using her was also her pleasure and her desire, at that point he owned her body and she submitted willingly, eagerly, to him. She knew he would make her cum multiple times and she knew she loved being used by him, owned by him.
He commanded her to stop and lie back. ‘Spread your legs’ he ordered. She dutifully complied and he positioned himself between then. His hand reached down and rubber her pussy lips. She was soaking wet. ‘What do you want’ he asked, ‘Fuck me please sir’ she asked.
He pressed his cock against her pussy lips and with one hard push rammed it into her. Her pussy squelched as his thick cock filled it. She gasped as it hit her cervix. ‘Oh god’ she moaned.
They both knew that this was not going to last long. The flirting, the messages, the anticipation had built the horniness they both felt. He started to fuck her, hard. Ramming his cock in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit. She lasted about two minutes before she exploded onto his cock, cumming hard. Her moans filled the room, drowning out the sounds of her wet pussy getting well fucked. Two minutes after her he grunted and gasped ‘I am going to fill that cunt with my cum, are your ready?’
‘Oh god please’ she panted out. He thrust in again and she felt him twitch inside her as his cum pumped into her cunt, filling it. He held himself in her as he emptied his balls. She moaned as she came again, she always came when he filled her cunt with cum, something that she marvelled at. ‘Oh fuck’ he moaned.
He pulled out and his cum dribbled out of her well fucked pussy. He lay down on the bed panting. She did not need asking, she knew her next job. She moved down to his softening cock and took it into her mouth. She knew her job was to clean his cock with her mouth so she did. She relished the taste of their mixed juices and loved the fact that he had filled her with cum.
She then lay back and sighed contently. He looked over and said, ‘Well that was a good start’
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