Meeting up again

Current circumstances have me thinking about those delicious first moments when my Dom and I are alone together again

The hotel room door closes behind us.  You can sense the sexual tension and excitement in the air

I feel his big hands grab my wrists, he pushes me back against the wall, pinning my wrists above my head.  And then he kisses me for the first time; I savour the sensation of his lips on mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I kiss him back passionately, my body pressing against his

He releases my wrists, but the strength of his body is keeping me pinned there.  Not that I want to be anywhere else, but it just reminds both of us who is in charge

My hands start to move over him, enjoying feeling him again.  The broadness of his back, the strength of his arms, the sexy shoulders which I know will be peppered with my bite marks later.  (I know – I shouldn’t be biting my Dom, but it just seems to happen in the heat of the moment – and secretly, I think he likes the little bruises I leave)

His lips leave mine and move down to my neck.  I start to moan softly as he kisses and nips at the soft skin there, so very sensitive and so very arousing.  My hands grip his shoulders as I lose myself in the sensations

His hands move to the collar of my blouse and he looks up at me.  I see the question in his eyes, and I nod

His hands tear my blouse open, the pretty buttons ripping off and scattering on the floor.  I gasp and a jolt of raw arousal spikes through me

(As an aside, my Dom has rather a penchant for ripping my clothing off me!  Equally he appreciates that ruining my new favourite dress is not going to make me a happy sub.  We generally agree in advance when I might wear something suitable.  I often send him a photo if I spot something at the back of my wardrobe that I realise I don’t wear anymore.  He got very excited when he received a photo of some yoga pants I was about to throw out – it led to a wonderful scene about a lady being used against her will in the gym changing rooms!)

Leaning forward, he unhooks my bra, letting it fall away.  He pauses and just looks at my naked upper body.  Smiling, he takes my breasts in his hands and starts to fondle them.  I arch my back, my chest pushing forward, offering myself to him.  He lowers his mouth to my left breast and starts to suck on my nipple.  As I moan harder, he sucks it harder into his mouth and then closes around it with his teeth.  I whimper with pleasure and pain

He pauses and laughs at my response, before moving to my right breast.  He nips at the delicate flesh with his teeth, before taking this nipple into his mouth and sucking deeply again.  The intense sensations make my legs start to tremble

His mouth returned to mine and it was my tongue he was sucking on now.  I could feel my body becoming so needy for him.  I tugged at his T-shirt, starting to pull it up, wanting to feel his bare flesh against mine.  “Someone is impatient” he smirked, but complied and pulled it off

He reached down and pulled my skirt up, making it little more than a belt around my waist.  I wore no knickers as he had requested.  He took in the sight of my fully waxed sex, just the way he likes it and nodded.  He tapped my inner thighs and I obediently spread my legs wider

Many discipling sessions have ensured I know exactly how wide I should spread them.  “Sufficiently wide for my Dominant to have full access to my sex, so his hand can comfortably cup my sex and therefore use or play with my sex as he deems necessary or desirable”.  And yes, I can – and do – recite that back when told to do so

He rubbed his hand appreciatively over my smooth sex lips and then slipped two fingers inside me.  “Good little Slut, just as you should be, wet and ready to take cock”.  “Thank you, Sir” I replied obediently, and I tightened around his fingers

The fingers pulled away brusquely.  “You are only allowed to cum once my cock is inside your pussy.  Understood?”.  I groaned and shrugged brattishly

His hand slapped playfully across my cheek and then gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him.  “Understood?”.  My pussy throbbed.  “Yes Sir”.  He stroked my hair affectionately

“You may remove my jeans now”

“Thank you, Sir”

My fingers moved to his belt and I carefully undid it, evoking memories of punishments previously inflicted on me with that same belt.  My hands trembled as I undid the button and tugged the zip down.  I slid his jeans off him, removing his socks at the same time – and I placed both neatly to the side like a well-trained Submissive

I remained on my knees.  He pointed to the wet patch on his boxers.  “Look what you have caused”.  I looked and nodded, knowing better than to touch without permission.  “Sorry Sir”

“Would you like to be allowed to sniff it?”.  I nodded and murmured yes

“Use your words properly to ask for something”

I blushed and the humiliation sent a wave of desire through me.  “Please may I sniff the pre-cum on your boxers Sir”.  He saw my humiliation and smiled

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face in closer, rubbing my nose in the wet patch.  I inhaled the smell of him and felt greedy for more, the throb of his cock through the fabric made my sex grow even wetter

I looked back up at him.  “Please may I lick the pre-cum on your boxers, Sir” I begged.  “Good Girl” he replied, which he uses to grant me permission.  I licked hungrily at the wet patch, feeling the swollen bulge respond

When he was satisfied, he pulled my head away.  “Remove my boxers”.  I did and knelt obediently delighting in the sight of his hard cock just inches from me

He slapped his cock against my cheeks.  I felt almost breathless with my need for him.  I opened my mouth hopefully

“I have trained you well Little Whore”

His hand gripped my head still and he pushed his cock into my welcoming mouth

“Say Ahhh, Little One”

I did so, my throat opened for him and he thrust in deeper

I gagged on his cock

He thrust again, my gagging lubricating my throat for him

My drool slobbered from my mouth

He thrust again, harder, and deeper

I started to choke

He pulled out and smeared his cock across my face

I struggled to stop my orgasm crashing over me.  I teetered on the brink, aware I lacked permission.  He smiled at the mess on my face and my visible struggle to control myself, “Not yet, Little One”.  I growled at him

I felt his arms close around me and as he lifted me roughly from the ground, a firm hard slapping across my bare bottom cheek.  I yelped

I was dropped crudely onto the bed and he glared at me.  I shrunk back, regretting my growl

He loomed over me, big and fierce and dominant.  “That is how you want to play this” he snarled.  I whimpered

His hands closed around my ankles, forcing my legs wide.  I could feel the thick head of his cock pushing against my opening

He pressed his shoulders against my legs, so his hands were free to pin my shoulders down.  I tried to struggle against him

I heard him spit and then felt it hitting my face.  “Fucker” I hissed

With one hard thrust he rammed himself into me.  I cried out as my pussy was forced to stretch so quickly to accommodate his thickness.  The position ensured he had complete control over me.  “I can use you as I wish” he intimidated

I looked up at him.  He could read my eyes.  “Good Girl” he said tenderly.  My pussy started to spasm around him and I screamed, his name on my lips; my whole body pulsating as a fierce orgasm ripped through me

As my climax subsided, I opened my eyes to the sight of him watching me lovingly.  “Good girl” he repeated, softening his hold on me.  The gesture one of reassurance now

I smiled, luxuriating in the myriad of emotions he evokes in me

He smirked, “One more hole, Little One”

I rolled my eyes, feigning resistance.  But obediently moved onto all fours

He laughed at me and lay himself down on the bed

I looked at him, confused

He started to stroke his gorgeous thick cock

“Bring that cute little arsehole here and ride this”

I felt a surge of adrenalin.  I knew exactly the position he wanted.  I love it.  But for our first anal play of the day it was an incredibly intense choice.  I swallowed hard

I am not good on the names of sexual positions – I suspect this is something like a reverse anal cowgirl!  I face away from him, placing my feet either side of his hips.  I then position his cock against my arsehole and slowly (note the use of the word slowly, maybe better replaced with very very slowly!) lower myself onto the length of him

We first tried the position a few months ago.  I had been reticent when he suggested it.  You may have guessed I generally like positions where he is in control.  Hence, I thought riding him like this would not tick that box.  How wrong I was! 

Once impaled on his shaft, my position is not very stable.  I need his hands on me to help me balance, but also, he can use them to control how fast and deep I ride him.  The control is very much with my Dominant and it feels wonderfully vulnerable

BUT, we usually do it after some other anal play, due to the intensity of it.  Clearly not today though!

I pouted at him and made mutterings about the rather large size of his cock and the tightness of my arsehole.  My mutterings were entirely ignored.  “Do I need to use the crop to encourage you to get on with it?” he enquired helpfully (or unhelpfully in my opinion)

I scurried towards him.  He instructed me to get on all fours over him, with my arsehole in front of his face.  Not my most elegant position.  He kindly (!) allowed me to suck on his cock while he applied lube to my tight hole and eased me open a little, by penetrating me with two fingers

When he was done, I moved into position, shifting a little until the head of his cock was perfectly positioned and just pressing eagerly against my arsehole.  I am very tight and the first time he enters me in a session is always a struggle for me.  I felt his hands take hold of me – cupping my arse cheeks, his thumbs gripping my hips.  I bit my lower lip and felt my heart race

I pushed down and the tip of the head penetrated me.  I groaned knowing this was just the start

His hands encouraged me down a little deeper, the bulbous head forced my body to stretch

I inched lower and a rush of pain surged through me.  I cried out

He held me in position, not letting me move lower, waiting for my body to accept him

“Touch your clit, Little One”

My fingers rubbed franticly at my sensitive nub

Pleasure began to tinge the pain sensations and I slide down further

“Good Girl”.  I moaned and took him deeper inside me

He thrust his hips and rocked me down with him

I could hear my animalistic cries filling the room

He held me in position – supporting me, physically and mentally

His pace increased, fucking me more intensely, as his climax approached

I loved his complete control over me.  I cried out for him

His hands gripped me tighter and he roared as he filled me

It was the final trigger for me, and I came over and over, impaled on his cock

My eyes were wet with tears when he finally lifted me off and pulled me onto his chest and wrapped me up in his arms.  I felt complete, I felt owned.  I wondered what he fancied doing next!

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