II answered his vanilla personal ad and found out he was also behind the D/s ad I'd looked at and been too intimidated to respond to. The first night we talked, we talked for nearly 10 hours, I was up all night. I had a cordless phone and had to dig out my old corded because I'd run the batteries out on both of my cordless handsets.
We agreed to meet the next day. I was 24, he was 42-48.
I remember walking up the stairs of his apartment and there was an instant, palpable sexual energy between us. He spent about 2 minutes showing me around his apartment then grabbed me by the hair, kissed me, bent me over the back of his leather chair, and fucked me hard and fast until he came.
We went to a park from there and held hands and I sat across his lap and he played with my pussy on the park bench. I was hooked pretty instantly.
He was both really into the D/s and sharing me...he wanted to start with the sharing piece because the D/s required building trust.
I remember poking him, trying to get him to use his crops and stuff on me...he made me wait like a month.
The first time he cropped me, I remember my nervous giggling...right up until he was smacking me with the crop. Then I quickly gravitated to tears, not out of pain but just the release. He'd put these separated horse hobbles (they were the best) on my wrists and ankles and clipped my wrists into my ankles so I was in this really uncomfortable position with my shoulders stretched out and the proceeded to fuck me right into subspace.
Subspace is like this trace like, euphoric, out of body type experience subs can get to in the right circumstances...usually pain induced.
We did so many kinky things. He had me to into the adult book store alone, dressed like a slut, masturbate to porn, and leave my panties tacked up on the wall with my e-mail address. He was waiting for me when I came out but I'd not known he'd be there.
We fucked in the bathroom at this billiards hall. They had these's bathroom doors that were super short...you could easily see over them and under them. I'd had a lot of fantasies about fucking in there before we finally did it.
We went to the strip club several times together...always loved that.
We'd gloryhole together, fucked in the movie theatre, fucked in a hotel stairwell, hotel bathroom, sucked him at the bar. He tied me up on his bed one day and left me to go work out. I had the phone within reach so I could call 911 in the event of a fire but that was just one of those hot, D/s things. He's send me instructions...I liked doing my nails a certain way for him and shaving a certain way for him and wearing my hair a certain way for him and writing messages to him every day, and just all the little things that he demanded of me.
He loved to have me kneel at his feet and feed me, or have me rest my head in his lap and stroke my hair. Of course we did the watersports thing. He was nervous about choking me, he preferred more of the smothering (which isn't the same and I don't like it near as much). He loved me to flash people when we were driving around. I remember one day when we were at our favorite hotel to play around in, he had me bend over like I was getting something out of the trunk and he was playing with my pussy, I had on a short skirt, and there were these two kids up in the hotel watching (which is why he did it in the first place).
He had certain things he just expected. Cleaning his cock after we fucked, me holding his cum in my mouth after he (or someone else) came in it until he told me I could swallow.
I remember after he caned me we ran into the owner of the swingers magazine I wrote for and him pulling my skirt up there in the adult store and showing him my ass and playing with my pussy there in the store.
I did some nudes for that swingers magazine as well.
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