Part 1:
I arrive at the door of your flat in the dead of night. It's chilly and the wind is whipping my hair all around my face. I pull my jacket tighter as I knock lightly on your door. You open the door before I even get a chance to prepare myself and pull me inside. You greet me and take my jacket as I look up at you with a smile. Your eyes are very kind, yet firm. I feel a ripple of excitement as I walk inside.
Your kitchen is lovely. Bottles of various shapes and sizes line the wall as well as little jars and utensil filled containers. It feels homey and at the same time strange. Taking a moment to glance around gives you long enough to sneak up behind me and wrap your arms around me. You kiss my neck and I am suddenly hot between my legs. Thoughts of what's to come filling my head.
All night I have been second-guessing myself...
Should I go over there?
What if he isn't the person he says he is at all?
What if he doesn't like me?
What if I don't like him?
You seem to sense my uneasiness and back away from me, chuckling a bit. This eases my fears slightly and I follow you into the kitchen. We sit down at a small wooden table.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" you ask in your delectable British accent, bringing a teapot to the table.
I accept and wait as you pour me a steaming cup.
"Cream? Sugar?" you say, looking up at me from pouring. I notice how green your eyes are and how close to me you are and I shiver.
"Yes, please." I clear my throat and watch you walk about your tidy little kitchen, gathering the cream and sugar. So at ease in your own space. I envy your independence but at the same time pity you. How lonely you must be. Day after day coming home with no one to greet you.
"Oh, thank you". I take a sip and close my eyes. The warmth of the tea calming me more than I expected it would. Opening my eyes, I see you staring at me and I gasp.
You laugh and say: "Sorry I startled you, Darling. But you are so pretty. I have waited for you to be here for what seems like ages."
"That's nice of you to say. I too have anticipated tonight." I sip my tea and ask boldly: "So what are your plans for me tonight? You know that I am leaving in the morning. You better make it worthwhile." I watch you glance around, pondering your answer.
"You will just have to wait and see little girl. I promise, you won't be disappointed."
Your words make me squirm in my seat. The heat between my legs making me uncomfortable. You notice, of course, and smile.
Part 2:
Your bedroom is surprisingly large and bare. The only furnishings in the room being a big comfy looking bed and a small desk, heaped with papers and a computer. There aren't any pictures hanging on the wall or anything and I turn back to you standing in the hallway feeling a bit unsure.
Smiling gently, you touch my back with one of your large hands, pushing me into the room. I go sit on the bed and you quickly say "No, stand. I want to watch you undress for me. Remember that you are here only to obey me. Don't start off being disobedient." The warm smile is now gone from your face.
Not wanting you to be angry with me, I hurriedly stand and wait for your commands, my head down. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes. Fearing you, wanting you, and needing you all at the same time. I want nothing more than to be your perfect slave tonight. God, how I have longed for this.
The bed creaks slightly as you sit down. You wait silently. I can feel your eyes on me as I look up. With trembling fingers I begin by pulling my shirt up over my head. Your eyes devour my semi-nakedness and I take a deep breath. I try to steady my nerves, and wipe the tears from my eyes. Now I unfasten my bra and let it fall to the floor. I give you a moment to look at my breasts, my nipples hardening under your intense gaze. I suddenly feel cold and very scared, but I dare not let it show. As I unfasten my jeans I look up at you and murmur, "Please."
You shake your head and say, "Continue."
Slowly I pull down my jeans, my cheeks burning in shame. I look up at you and then pull my panties off. Embarrassment overwhelms me and I cover myself with my hands. You jump up from the bed and slap me hard on the face. I cry out and quickly move my hands to my sides. "That's better. Do not cover yourself in any way tonight. And you are to keep your thighs apart at all times."
You put a finger under my chin and lift my face as I sniffle. Searching my eyes you say: "Such lovely tears. Don't be afraid, baby. You know you want this."
Want this? I can feel my wetness on my thighs, which are spread now. I want you more than anything as you begin to kiss me. Deep hard kisses. I am in heaven. Before I am ready to, you break the kiss and order me to bend over the bed. I hurry to obey, feeling even more excited now. I feel so exposed and vulnerable. I burry my face into the covers and lift my ass, making it more accessible. "Good girl," I hear you say from behind me. And I smile secretly at your praise.
My legs are trembling as I hear you leave the room. I wait for you quietly, not moving a muscle. The cold air on my secret part makes me shudder. I long to squeeze my legs together to ease the sweet torment, but I wouldn't dare. I can hear you in some other room close by. I can hear what sounds like drawers opening and closing. There must be something you are bringing in here. My arched back begins to ache as you re-enter the room. You press something lightly on my ass cheek.
"Now if you are a good girl, there will only be ten smacks. Remain where you are and do not move. Keep your legs spread and your head down. If you disobey me in any way I will punish you further."
At these words, my breath quickens and I struggle to remain still. Fear fills me as you bring what must be a paddle down, hard on my ass. I scream at the sudden pain and clench the covers in my fists. Another smack, this time on my other ass cheek... I begin to cry.
"My good little slut," you say, as you continue to paddle me. 3, 4, 5... You are counting aloud and with each spank I scream louder. My pussy is dripping and I can barely take it anymore as you reach 8, 9, then 10. I am sobbing into the covers. And you squeeze my red ass in both of your hands, making me whimper.
I can hear you unzip your pants and you rub your dick against my slick pussy and then pat it. I moan and lean closer into you as you tap my clit with your hard cock. God, I want you so much.
I am aching for it as you slowly enter me. I go wild once you are inside. Fucking you with such force that you grab my hips and hold me still. I groan, wanting it harder and harder as you fuck me. You reach under me and rub my clit with your hand and whisper in my ear, "This is how you want it, isn't it baby?"
Without hesitation I reply: "Oh yes...God yes... Just like that!!!" You begin to rub my clit faster to match the rhythm of your thrusts as we both climax together. I fall onto the bed. My ass and pussy both throbbing, tears and sweat mixed on my face as I thank you for a wonderful night.
I arrive at the door of your flat in the dead of night. It's chilly and the wind is whipping my hair all around my face. I pull my jacket tighter as I knock lightly on your door. You open the door before I even get a chance to prepare myself and pull me inside. You greet me and take my jacket as I look up at you with a smile. Your eyes are very kind, yet firm. I feel a ripple of excitement as I walk inside.
Your kitchen is lovely. Bottles of various shapes and sizes line the wall as well as little jars and utensil filled containers. It feels homey and at the same time strange. Taking a moment to glance around gives you long enough to sneak up behind me and wrap your arms around me. You kiss my neck and I am suddenly hot between my legs. Thoughts of what's to come filling my head.
All night I have been second-guessing myself...
Should I go over there?
What if he isn't the person he says he is at all?
What if he doesn't like me?
What if I don't like him?
You seem to sense my uneasiness and back away from me, chuckling a bit. This eases my fears slightly and I follow you into the kitchen. We sit down at a small wooden table.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" you ask in your delectable British accent, bringing a teapot to the table.
I accept and wait as you pour me a steaming cup.
"Cream? Sugar?" you say, looking up at me from pouring. I notice how green your eyes are and how close to me you are and I shiver.
"Yes, please." I clear my throat and watch you walk about your tidy little kitchen, gathering the cream and sugar. So at ease in your own space. I envy your independence but at the same time pity you. How lonely you must be. Day after day coming home with no one to greet you.
"Oh, thank you". I take a sip and close my eyes. The warmth of the tea calming me more than I expected it would. Opening my eyes, I see you staring at me and I gasp.
You laugh and say: "Sorry I startled you, Darling. But you are so pretty. I have waited for you to be here for what seems like ages."
"That's nice of you to say. I too have anticipated tonight." I sip my tea and ask boldly: "So what are your plans for me tonight? You know that I am leaving in the morning. You better make it worthwhile." I watch you glance around, pondering your answer.
"You will just have to wait and see little girl. I promise, you won't be disappointed."
Your words make me squirm in my seat. The heat between my legs making me uncomfortable. You notice, of course, and smile.
Part 2:
Your bedroom is surprisingly large and bare. The only furnishings in the room being a big comfy looking bed and a small desk, heaped with papers and a computer. There aren't any pictures hanging on the wall or anything and I turn back to you standing in the hallway feeling a bit unsure.
Smiling gently, you touch my back with one of your large hands, pushing me into the room. I go sit on the bed and you quickly say "No, stand. I want to watch you undress for me. Remember that you are here only to obey me. Don't start off being disobedient." The warm smile is now gone from your face.
Not wanting you to be angry with me, I hurriedly stand and wait for your commands, my head down. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes. Fearing you, wanting you, and needing you all at the same time. I want nothing more than to be your perfect slave tonight. God, how I have longed for this.
The bed creaks slightly as you sit down. You wait silently. I can feel your eyes on me as I look up. With trembling fingers I begin by pulling my shirt up over my head. Your eyes devour my semi-nakedness and I take a deep breath. I try to steady my nerves, and wipe the tears from my eyes. Now I unfasten my bra and let it fall to the floor. I give you a moment to look at my breasts, my nipples hardening under your intense gaze. I suddenly feel cold and very scared, but I dare not let it show. As I unfasten my jeans I look up at you and murmur, "Please."
You shake your head and say, "Continue."
Slowly I pull down my jeans, my cheeks burning in shame. I look up at you and then pull my panties off. Embarrassment overwhelms me and I cover myself with my hands. You jump up from the bed and slap me hard on the face. I cry out and quickly move my hands to my sides. "That's better. Do not cover yourself in any way tonight. And you are to keep your thighs apart at all times."
You put a finger under my chin and lift my face as I sniffle. Searching my eyes you say: "Such lovely tears. Don't be afraid, baby. You know you want this."
Want this? I can feel my wetness on my thighs, which are spread now. I want you more than anything as you begin to kiss me. Deep hard kisses. I am in heaven. Before I am ready to, you break the kiss and order me to bend over the bed. I hurry to obey, feeling even more excited now. I feel so exposed and vulnerable. I burry my face into the covers and lift my ass, making it more accessible. "Good girl," I hear you say from behind me. And I smile secretly at your praise.
My legs are trembling as I hear you leave the room. I wait for you quietly, not moving a muscle. The cold air on my secret part makes me shudder. I long to squeeze my legs together to ease the sweet torment, but I wouldn't dare. I can hear you in some other room close by. I can hear what sounds like drawers opening and closing. There must be something you are bringing in here. My arched back begins to ache as you re-enter the room. You press something lightly on my ass cheek.
"Now if you are a good girl, there will only be ten smacks. Remain where you are and do not move. Keep your legs spread and your head down. If you disobey me in any way I will punish you further."
At these words, my breath quickens and I struggle to remain still. Fear fills me as you bring what must be a paddle down, hard on my ass. I scream at the sudden pain and clench the covers in my fists. Another smack, this time on my other ass cheek... I begin to cry.
"My good little slut," you say, as you continue to paddle me. 3, 4, 5... You are counting aloud and with each spank I scream louder. My pussy is dripping and I can barely take it anymore as you reach 8, 9, then 10. I am sobbing into the covers. And you squeeze my red ass in both of your hands, making me whimper.
I can hear you unzip your pants and you rub your dick against my slick pussy and then pat it. I moan and lean closer into you as you tap my clit with your hard cock. God, I want you so much.
I am aching for it as you slowly enter me. I go wild once you are inside. Fucking you with such force that you grab my hips and hold me still. I groan, wanting it harder and harder as you fuck me. You reach under me and rub my clit with your hand and whisper in my ear, "This is how you want it, isn't it baby?"
Without hesitation I reply: "Oh yes...God yes... Just like that!!!" You begin to rub my clit faster to match the rhythm of your thrusts as we both climax together. I fall onto the bed. My ass and pussy both throbbing, tears and sweat mixed on my face as I thank you for a wonderful night.
