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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: Secret Location: Trapped inside my mind |
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| Introduction: This is the first story that I am posting on this website, I have posted in the past on a different one. But consider this to be my step into another fetish of mine. I hope you enjoy it, it's the first I have written of this sort. There is no sex in this chapter as it is just a small introduction to much longer and detailed story I am writing. PM me and tell me what you think. xx | ||
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You say you want to meet me? I'm already starting to picture the scenario in my mind, what will I wear? Maybe a pair of knee high gray heeled boots, a red button up blouse, resting gently on my 40D breasts and a skirt (no panties of course). I can only imagine what you'll do... I find myself wanting it to happen tomorrow. The reason though confuses me, I want to meet you to know that you'll like me, to know that how I look and dress appeals to you, pleases you even. I expect nothing though, your reactions always surprise me, and I think you enjoy that. Where will we meet? A coffee shop maybe? I know by the time I get there you'll be sitting, waiting, Will you like what you see? I really hope so. I imagine myself walking down the street, looking for the right Starbucks, was it the one on this corner? Or the next one over? Rain came down on my head as usual, the wind blowing my hair around my face, I probably should have worn a more form fitting skirt, this one catches the wind and dances with it. So I will do my awkward little walk, hands firmly on both of my hips, grabbing tightly to the extra material to make sure it stays flat. Master would be displeased to know I gave the whole city a peak of his property. As I looked up I realized I'd found it, But instead of going in I took a moment, mustering up my courage... breathing in and out. My breasts rose and fell with each breath. Hand shaking slightly, I opened the door and hurried in, the wind decided to join me and for a brief moment my skirt billowed around me. Looking around I saw him staring at me, though I have never seen a picture, I was sure it was him. His posture was so relaxed, yet extremely intimidating. I watched as his eyes moved up and down me, inspecting every inch of my body for the first time. I should probably have been making the move to go sit with him, but at that moment my legs might as well have been noodles for all the control I had over them. Silently, he motioned with a finger for me to come closer. There was no hesitation in my step as I come towards him. Yet on the inside I was a mess, my heart beating a million miles a minute, I wanted to just turn around and run the other way. What if he doesn't like me? What if he rejects me? What if I'm not good enough? But instead I lowered myself into the seat across from him, no one else existed to me. Almost immediately after I sat down I felt his hand moving up my leg under the table, I knew he was going to do that, he had told me exactly what his intention's were meeting me today. But I still felt humiliated. I have no use for a Slut that does not listen, I expect you to come without panties on. I will be checking to make sure you have followed instructions, so you would do well to obey me. His hand was on my inner thigh, his fingers slowly tracing small circles, it was making the hairs on my head stand up. Until he finally reached his destination. My bare (and recently shaved) snatch, his fingers started moving right away, exploring my most private of parts, feeling how wet I knew I had become. Finally he said to me, “Good girl”. He did not remove his hand. The rest of the meeting was fairly similar... He began to ask me questions, the part I was dreading most. I always answer too honestly, something he knew about me from our many late night talks on the phone. And I knew he was going to exploit it. “So tell me my slut, why did you hesitate outside the door?” I quickly ran over what to say in my head “I was nervous Master.” “Was or are you still? “I am so very nervous Master, the fact that I'm sitting here with you, completely exposed and no way to know what's going to happen is just nerve wracking. Not to mention the fact that your hand is ---” At that Master pinched my lips and slipped a finger inside me, causing me to stop to gasp and struggle to hold back a moan. Despite my humiliation, I was more turned on then ever. “Whatever is the matter my slut?” It was not a question he expected me to answer, so I started to try and collect myself a bit. Just then a woman dressed very professionally and her coworker stood up abruptly, throwing us a disgusted look they exited the coffee house quickly. I was mortified, to think that they knew what he was doing to me under the table was just too much for me. I sank a little lower in my seat and hid my face. This apparently frustrated Master, “What other people see or think of you does not matter my sweet little whore, the only opinion I want you to value is mine. Now sit up.” I was so embarrassed but I still sat up straighter and looked at him. I know my face was red, but the look in his eyes gave me confidence somehow. We started talking like any other couple for a bit, just getting to know each other a little better, I was starting to forget what had happened, or what else there still was to come. Everything about him was just how I had hoped, his big build 6'1” at least and muscular, probably helped by a not so great diet. But a man without a bit of meat isn't very sexy at all. He had facial hair, and that was a huge turn on for me. I can't put my finger on it, but something about facial hair drives me wild. And his voice, god his voice. I had come to the sound of it over the phone more then once. (Phone sex had been a must) and yet in person it sounded even better. He had brown hair that was slowly going gray, something that I like on a man, as I'm quite partial to the daddy type. Though he still didn't know that. I knew we wouldn't be here for long. There was a park about a block or two away, and there were a few more things I knew I was going to have to do to please him... |
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