The Look
Our first meeting was amazing. There were others around at first. Eventually, all the others left. When ended up on my couch, sitting side by side. I have no clue how I ended up in his lap anymore. I did though. We had spent considerable time on the phone, chatting and getting to know each other. Us having something to talk about wasn't a problem. The only real problem we had was that we wanted each other so much it was handicapping us.
From the first moment I felt his hands on me, I was hooked. I already knew he could dominate me mentally. Had I not known that, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to physically. I have found myself submitting to him with an amazing ease. I have no doubt he has my best interests at heart which makes it easy to give him my body as well as my mind.
That first meeting, I was across his lap, him spanking me fully dressed. While that isn't his particular kink, I happen to enjoy it. Even through my haze of desire I could see the effect it was having on him. His eyes darkened, his breathing changed, and I could feel him getting hard against my stomach. Somewhere in there, he pulled me up, and while kissing me pulled my hair. This always has an immediate turn on effect on me, and he saw that. He used my hair to guide me to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, the events blur together a bit for me. We tried a few things, and enjoyed them all. I experienced something that night, and it would become one of my favorite things. Master has a look (as most of them do, I am sure) that is very animalistic. He warned me about it, warned me to give him space, and he could get it under control. He didn't count on me liking the look, and not being afraid. When I saw it, yes, I was a bit frightened. I realized it for what it was though, and felt every cell in my body respond. I immediately became more turned on. It doesn't matter that he was balls deep inside me already, I wanted more.
Even now, months later, he holds back. Eventually I will figure out how to convince him to let go, that I can take it. He doesn't scare me. He fascinates me. He turns me on. He controls my body. He's my Master.
From the first moment I felt his hands on me, I was hooked. I already knew he could dominate me mentally. Had I not known that, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to physically. I have found myself submitting to him with an amazing ease. I have no doubt he has my best interests at heart which makes it easy to give him my body as well as my mind.
That first meeting, I was across his lap, him spanking me fully dressed. While that isn't his particular kink, I happen to enjoy it. Even through my haze of desire I could see the effect it was having on him. His eyes darkened, his breathing changed, and I could feel him getting hard against my stomach. Somewhere in there, he pulled me up, and while kissing me pulled my hair. This always has an immediate turn on effect on me, and he saw that. He used my hair to guide me to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, the events blur together a bit for me. We tried a few things, and enjoyed them all. I experienced something that night, and it would become one of my favorite things. Master has a look (as most of them do, I am sure) that is very animalistic. He warned me about it, warned me to give him space, and he could get it under control. He didn't count on me liking the look, and not being afraid. When I saw it, yes, I was a bit frightened. I realized it for what it was though, and felt every cell in my body respond. I immediately became more turned on. It doesn't matter that he was balls deep inside me already, I wanted more.
Even now, months later, he holds back. Eventually I will figure out how to convince him to let go, that I can take it. He doesn't scare me. He fascinates me. He turns me on. He controls my body. He's my Master.
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