A First Encounter …of many!

As she descended the stairs her apprehension was palpable. Thoughts of finding a man like this had been her constant fantasy and now she was about to meet him. Over the weeks of messaging his words were having an affect on her body she’d rarely felt before. She had taken great care in preparing herself. Her favourite lingerie, a hint of perfume, an alluring red lipstick which matched her sexy dress.

The maître’d greeted her at the bottom of the stairs.

“You must be Sarah. We have a spot ready for you.”

She bit her lip and just nodded, following as he led her across to a nice corner couch. Sitting on the coffee table waiting for her was the drink she had asked for, together with some light finger food, a single red rose. And a note. As she read it to herself in the dim light of the bar, her breathing quickened and she squirmed in her seat. Her panties were becoming wetter with each word he had written her.

She wanted to give her body over to pleasure tonight. It had been so long since someone had touched her in the way she hoped he would touch her. She blushed. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anyone had noticed. Perhaps also hoping that he might be watching her for her reactions. But she couldn’t see him.

Her phone buzzed. “I see you have arrived. And you appear to be very aroused.”

“Yes” her simple reply.

He didn’t respond.

“Yes, Sir!” She quickly corrected herself.

“That’s better. Please enjoy your drink. There will be another delivered shortly. And eat. You will need your energy.”

She wanted him there beside her now but knew that this was all part of the role they had established and agreed upon. She did as she was told. Many men admired her as she sat there. She wondered if it were the pheromones she was exuding or the incredibly alluring way she was dressed.

Part way through the second drink, she began to relax. As the waiter brought her a third , she closed her eyes, resting her head on the back of the couch, and allowed her mind to rehearse what she was expected to undertake tonight, smiling to herself. When she opened her eyes, he was there. A hand resting on her thigh. He gently kissed her. Deep and passionate. A first kiss to remember.

“Well done, Baby Girl.”

“Thank you....Sir” she quickly added with a giggle.

“Now let’s see how prepared you really are for the night ahead.”

Without hesitation, his hand slipped up her thigh and under her dress. His thumb pressed on her clitoris, tracing small, moist circles.

She moaned.

He removed his hand and placed the tip of his thumb in his mouth, tasting her. He smiled and she knew she had pleased him with her arousal. He slid a key card across the coffee table to her.

“Room 2201.”

He kissed her deeply again and without any more conversation between them, she stood, taking the key card and the rose with her as the waiter brought him his drink. She could sense his eyes following her out of the bar. Her legs barely supported her as she ascended the stairs again. At the top of the stairs, she realised he hadn’t told her where Room 2201 was. She considered turning back to him to ask, but instead looked down at the key card, embossed with the logo of a hotel nearby. And she knew where she was going.

The air of the cool evening hit her as she walked along the laneway towards the hotel. She had never been so spontaneous or ready to give herself completely to a man like she would tonight. She wanted to touch herself. To also feel what he had felt when his hand confidently traced her clitoris. But more so, she wanted to taste him. All of him.

Arriving in the room she found it lit with candles. And another note waiting for her on the bed.

“There is a bath waiting for you. I want you to relax as I will be a little while yet. Once you have bathed, you are only to dress in your lingerie and heels. I expect you to be standing, waiting for me, like that, in the middle of the room, facing away from the door. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“YES" She was not sure why she was responding audibly. He was not there. But his power over her seemed to command a response.

The bath was luxurious. Her mind raced with thoughts of his lips on hers. His tongue flicking her nipples. His cock in her mouth. His mouth on her cunt. The weight of his body on top of her. And that first moment that he would penetrate her. Her hand massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. Then she allowed it to slip between her legs and she played with herself. Her orgasm built quickly. And despite being submerged in the bath, she felt it gush out of her.

She finished cleaning herself and dried off, admiring herself in the full length mirror, excited by this new experience.

She put her lingerie and heels back on, dabbed some more perfume on her neck and between her breasts and then took up the position he had requested. She closed her eyes, tried to slow her breathing and relax but the anticipation was so great, it took all of her will-power.

She heard the key card slip into the door and wanted to turn to look at him. She heard him put the key card down and remove his shoes and jacket.

His fingers reached her first. Lightly tracing across her shoulders and down her arms. He gripped her shoulders and massaged ever so gently. The tension rushed out of her body and she relaxed under his touch. His hands traced the outline of her body and she could feel his breath upon her neck. His hands gripped her ass, sending shock waves to her pussy in the way he squeezed. As he cupped her ass cheeks in his manly hands, his lips caressed her shoulders and up her neck. He pulled her hair to one side and whispered his approval in her ear.

“Thank you, Sir. I am your Baby Girl. Your pleasure will be my pleasure tonight.” As she had rehearsed.

“Well done, Baby Girl.”

He reached into his pocket and produced a blindfold and a second strip of fabric with which to bind her hands together. She complied.

Only then with her hands immobilised and her vision removed did he turn her around. He kissed her. His tongue exploring her mouth as his hands traced across her hips, belly and breasts. She wanted his hands on her cunt. He gently helped her down to her knees.

She heard him unzip his pants and then he rubbed his hard cock across her lips. His pre-cum coated her lips but she knew not to open her mouth to him, just yet. He continued to rub his pre-cum across her lips and her tongue darted out for a taste of it.

“You may lick my cock, Baby Girl.”

Her tongue circled the head of his cock, slurping on the pre-cum. She traced down his shaft to his smooth balls and back up again. His moans told her he was enjoying the attention. His hand slipped behind her head holding her steady as he slipped the head of his cock past her lips. She eagerly sucked it in. Gradually, he allowed her to have a little more until she felt his pubis against her face and his balls on her chin. He held her head there with his cock hitting the back of her throat. And he slowly thrust in and out.

She moaned with each thrust. She really wanted to taste his cum but knew that he would not cum in her mouth. But she could tell from his grunts that he was close and so she slowed the pace in synergy with him.

He helped her back up off the floor and kissed her again. Deep, longing kissing. She melted into his arms. She wanted to put her arms around him but her wrists were still bound behind her. So she just had to make do with him holding her. He led her towards the bed. With a swift flick, he had undone her bra and it slid off her shoulders. His hands cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. His mouth soon found its way there and his tongue encircled the areola before sucking each nipple between his lips.

She heard him slip off his shirt and remove his pants. She so badly wanted to explore his body. Sensing this, he unbound her hands and allowed her to feel him for the first time. Starting on his chest as he once again kissed her, her fingers trailed down his body to his hips. She pulled him closer to her.

“Tell me what you want, Baby Girl?”

“I desire you devour my body, mind and soul, Sir.”

And with that he kissed her again. She closed her eyes, not that it mattered and melted into his embrace. As she opened her eyes again, the blindfold had been removed and his aroused but totally trusting face was looking at her. His eyes, piercing hers. A tear welled up from within her.

“You are safe.”

And with that he lay her back across the bed. Securing her hands to pre-prepared satin restraints. He once again brought his smooth cock up to her mouth and she hungrily took it all in. Despite her arms being bound, he let her control how much she sucked him this time and she took pleasure at listening to his enjoyment. With his cock in her mouth, he reached down and used his fingers to encircle her clit again. Her panties were soaking wet and in a matter of minutes, she experienced her second orgasm of the night. But the first by his hand.

As agreed, she thanked him for letting her cum. Something she knew she would be doing more than once tonight. And as agreed, he unbound her and held her so they could enjoy the closeness that sharing a climax with someone else can bring. She rested her head on his chest. He kissed her hair and stroked her arm as his strong arms held onto her. Tonight she knew, she was his property and that power she was willingly giving over to. But she also felt secure that tonight they were both in role and unlike some men from her past, she knew her soul and her sanity was safe with him.

She drifted off into a light sleep and dreamt.