Things have been pretty quiet again lately; I’ve been busy, and my Dom seemed to be busy too. But for quite some time now, I’ve been texting him every morning and evening so he doesn’t feel neglected again.
Every now and then he’ll text me a “hey,” but that’s usually all.
Yesterday he texted me that I’ll be making my holes available again this weekend. I asked him if he’d use me again. He just replied with a “maybe.” That usually means nothing.
I have an ad on a website. Someone contacted me through that site a while back; we’d actually already arranged to meet last weekend, but then he stopped responding, so we rescheduled for next Monday.
Today he texted me to ask if I had time to meet up on short notice. Since I was out and about, I told him I wasn’t sure exactly when I’d be able to make it, but I’d let him know.
When he checked in later that day and it became clear when I’d be getting home, I let him know.
I then made some plans and asked if I should bring anything. Handcuffs, a pussy pump, dildos.
So I packed a few things—a mask and what he asked for. Then I let my Dom know, including the address, just in case.
Then I set off. When I got there, he met me at the front door and led me into a sort of entryway to a storage room or basement area; it was pretty small. In comparison, the basement area I always use is huge. There were all sorts of things there, and against one wall, between two cabinets—actually, a refrigerator on one side and a cabinet on the other—stood an office chair.
I showed him the toys I’d brought with me. Then he told me to undress, put on the mask, and sit down on the chair.
No sooner said than done—he cuffed my hands behind the chair and immediately started fingering me and working on my clit.
He wasn't exactly gentle. It was very intense. He exposed my clit and rubbed it vigorously; sometimes he flicked it or slapped it, then he pumped it and started fingering me.
At one point, he put a clamp on it and rubbed it. Then he tried to fist me. He alternated between rubbing, slapping, pulling, fingering, and fisting.
In the meantime, there was quite a lot of noise in the hallway, right outside the door; a family was hanging around for a long time. He stopped partway through, and I tried not to make any noise either. It was pretty annoying because they just wouldn’t leave. He continued, but I felt very uncomfortable.
Eventually, they finally left. And he continued working harder on my pussy.
I noticed that my hands were hurting a lot, so I told him, and then he unlocked the handcuffs—that was very painful. Then he continued working on my clit and pussy.
He’d been jerking off the whole time.
Finally, he told me to kneel down and get into doggy position. He kept fingering me, and I had to spread my butt cheeks. He asked if he could take photos, and I let him.
Then he had me lean all the way forward again, and he played with me some more and fingered me. Then he stood up, and I felt hot drops fall on my butt, back, and a little on my pussy.
Then he thanked me. I thanked him too, cleaned myself up, gathered my things, and left. Then I reported to my Dom. My pussy and clit were burning pretty badly.
Every now and then he’ll text me a “hey,” but that’s usually all.
Yesterday he texted me that I’ll be making my holes available again this weekend. I asked him if he’d use me again. He just replied with a “maybe.” That usually means nothing.
I have an ad on a website. Someone contacted me through that site a while back; we’d actually already arranged to meet last weekend, but then he stopped responding, so we rescheduled for next Monday.
Today he texted me to ask if I had time to meet up on short notice. Since I was out and about, I told him I wasn’t sure exactly when I’d be able to make it, but I’d let him know.
When he checked in later that day and it became clear when I’d be getting home, I let him know.
I then made some plans and asked if I should bring anything. Handcuffs, a pussy pump, dildos.
So I packed a few things—a mask and what he asked for. Then I let my Dom know, including the address, just in case.
Then I set off. When I got there, he met me at the front door and led me into a sort of entryway to a storage room or basement area; it was pretty small. In comparison, the basement area I always use is huge. There were all sorts of things there, and against one wall, between two cabinets—actually, a refrigerator on one side and a cabinet on the other—stood an office chair.
I showed him the toys I’d brought with me. Then he told me to undress, put on the mask, and sit down on the chair.
No sooner said than done—he cuffed my hands behind the chair and immediately started fingering me and working on my clit.
He wasn't exactly gentle. It was very intense. He exposed my clit and rubbed it vigorously; sometimes he flicked it or slapped it, then he pumped it and started fingering me.
At one point, he put a clamp on it and rubbed it. Then he tried to fist me. He alternated between rubbing, slapping, pulling, fingering, and fisting.
In the meantime, there was quite a lot of noise in the hallway, right outside the door; a family was hanging around for a long time. He stopped partway through, and I tried not to make any noise either. It was pretty annoying because they just wouldn’t leave. He continued, but I felt very uncomfortable.
Eventually, they finally left. And he continued working harder on my pussy.
I noticed that my hands were hurting a lot, so I told him, and then he unlocked the handcuffs—that was very painful. Then he continued working on my clit and pussy.
He’d been jerking off the whole time.
Finally, he told me to kneel down and get into doggy position. He kept fingering me, and I had to spread my butt cheeks. He asked if he could take photos, and I let him.
Then he had me lean all the way forward again, and he played with me some more and fingered me. Then he stood up, and I felt hot drops fall on my butt, back, and a little on my pussy.
Then he thanked me. I thanked him too, cleaned myself up, gathered my things, and left. Then I reported to my Dom. My pussy and clit were burning pretty badly.
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