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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Rendezvous
Should I seek absolution? Will I be forgiven? Will you be my confessor and live vicariously through my sins? How can you resist wanting to experience something of the thing that clearly intrigues you.
I can tell all, each detail clearly and accurately with honesty too. The first time I met M was in a hotel room. In our hotel. I could have chosen anywhere but I wanted it be there because of you. It was a Friday night and I had made the excuse of meeting an old friend, B, who you might remember me talking
about. He didn't know I was using him but I told him afterwards to be aware in the unlikely event of questions coming his way. It's a calculated risk I suppose.
We had very few messages between us just to arrange a time and place and I got there early. I had bought some pulley rope from a DIY shop and brought a few other things with me, but nothing compared to what M had in her bag. More of that later...
She wore a black dress and high heels. I discovered the stockings later. I knew she was small as I'd seen some pictures of her on the site. I like small girls, like you. She asked what to bring and I suggested gin and tonic, some soft drinks for hydration and chocolate for energy. One needs ones snacks when one is having fun. We chatted. I pretended to know more than I do about shibari and talked through some of the safety points I'd read about, to talk to me throughout about being comfortable and have a safe word if we began role play. Some of the fun is for the bottom or submissive to struggle and to resist, to beg not to be tied, to say no when they really mean yes, please. She didn't need anything like that in the end. She'd done far wilder things than anything I was going to do to her.
I knew she'd been adventurous in the past. After a couple of drinks we stood facing each other. We kissed. I ran my hands over her shoulders and neck, down her back and over her small buttocks. Her dress came off easily and feel to the floor. I undid her bra. She had small breasts and each nipple was pierced with a ring through. I caressed her entire body slowly. She had on a pair of black panties. I asked her if she was attached to them as I wanted to rig her and then cut them off her.
Her breasts were too small to tie so I rigged a chest harness then lay her back on the bed and tied her legs. I used an old antique umbrella I had bought to pass between her elbows and back and tied her hands in front of her. I worked slowly and methodically, trying to seem to know what I was doing but really making it up as I went along. Often I would simply caress her body, moving my hand over her skin, through her hair and down her spine. I took her nipple in my mouth and tasted the metal ring between my teeth. I asked her what she liked: hard, gentle, firm biting, pulling licking, sucking, trying each in turn to gauge the response. She had told me that one of the things about it that had appealed was to give control over. Her life was full of demands and pressure, she had to be in control, for her children, for life in general. It was still a discussion though, a conversation.
At different points I'd ask if she we'd comfortable. The umbrella dug into the crook of her elbow so I cut off her black cotton panties and used them as padding to protect and cushion. By now she was fully tied and immobile. I was strippef down to my black silk underwear, my cock twitching and bucking against the material. I breathed in the accent of her sex, musky and warm. I parted the lips of her pussy with my thumbs and tasted her. She was wet and moaning. I sucked her sex into my mouth, suckling her lips and clitoris. I knelt over her and brought the tip of my cock to her mouth. Her tongue came out searching for my salty prick. It was only then noticed her pierced tongue. She licked my shaft and balls and drew my length down into her throat....
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