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Because the Night
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Because the Night I wasn’t surprised that he asked me for the room number, even though I was supposed to follow him to the munch. He had issued an order that since I was driving myself, I wasn’t allowed panties. I had put up a bit of a fuss about that because I didn’t want to be sans panties in a room full of strangers. But in his annoyingly logical way, he said if I wore the right type of dress there would only be two people in that room who would know, he and I (of course, now whoever reads this will know, heh). It’s hard to argue with his damn logic. On the whole, it’s hard to argue with him at all. When I let him in, he hugged me and gave me a quick kiss. Then he quickly turned me around, forced my shoulders to the wall and lifted my dress over my ass. Again, no surprise there. I know him. I knew he would want to check to make sure I followed his instructions. “Good girl”, he said and I melted a little into the wall. Hearing him say that always sends me further into sub mode. But I wasn’t prepared for what came next. He finger-fucked me just enough to take me to the edge, pulled out, smacked my ass and said “let’s go”. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why didn’t I see that one coming? As I said, I know him. He’s loves to wind a sub up and then make her try to act like she’s not turned on. I drove to the munch hoping my pussy juice wasn’t staining the back of my dress. If the truth be told, I was hot at the thought that he made me go without panties, that he made me that horny and left me hanging. It might be his kink to drive a sub to distraction and then force her to be rational and reasonable at his command, but it’s my kink to submit. I love it. I especially like submitting to him because he is deviously creative in finding ways to make me a begging mass of need. I had a great evening at the munch. I met some really wonderful people and had a chance to talk openly about masters, and beating and butt plugs. I was having so much damn fun that I didn’t mind him circulating around the room and leaving me to my own devices. But as I had warned him, my eyes hardly left him. I like watching him. I loved watching how people interact with him. At one point, he stopped by the table I was at; I said something smart to him and tapped him on the cheek. He gave me that look that stops me cold and said, “You really think you’re getting an orgasm tonight?” I have never apologized so quickly or so earnestly! After the munch, he followed me back to the hotel. I won’t go into details (I want to savor those for myself) but I will say a few things. I love watching him stalk around the room like a caged panther that has too much energy to stay still. I love the way his body moves, with a fluid grace. He is the only man, Dom or otherwise, who can make me squirt. The first time it happened I thought it was a fluke. It’s not. Apparently, he can do it repeatedly and with ease. He allows me to touch him. I could spend hours just worshiping his body. I love the way he pins my hands over my head, because I’m always surprised by the strength he has. His words and his voice can reduce me to a quivering mess. And finally, I learned I shouldn’t say “no” to him. Having your clit spanked when you’re in an extreme state of arousal hurts like fuck! And it’s no fun being held on the edge (except that it really is) until you agree you’re never going to tell him “no” again, in this lifetime or the next! |
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