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I’ve been instructed to share some of my experiences. Not something that comes naturally, but as I always do as I am told, here goes.
Although we have known each other for some time, I began exploring my submissiveness in my mid 30’s, before we got together. Some of those moments stand out as being especially erotic so I will tell you about one in particular.
I was married but my husband wasn’t (and still isn’t) the dominating type and I really yearned to experience being with a man that was able to take control but also be tender with me.
I met Tony in a chat room. I was attracted by his direct questioning; he seemed to know what he wanted and didn’t beat around the bush but he also came across as being someone I could trust.
Our conversations always left me feeling so aroused and I would often find that I was touching myself as we chatted, sometimes without even realising that I had begun pressing hard and massaging my clit. Looking back now, I think it was the first time a man had made me cum just through chatting online, and I often didn't actually realise until I checked my panties!
Our chats led to phone calls, always when hubby was away with work, which led to talk about us meeting in person. I can’t remember now how long it was before we arranged that first meet, but Tony was increasingly controlling how I behaved and was quite insistent about paying me a visit at home.
As risky as this was, I found myself thinking about meeting this man; I would regularly masturbate and orgasm thinking about what it would be like to be taken by him. I (naively) gave Tony my address and agreed he could come round to the house late one evening when hubby was working away.
Now, I live in a quiet residential area. Our home is in full view of some nosey neighbours too so I was very nervous about having a stranger come knocking on the door while they knew that hubby was away; even so, this added to the thrill of meeting Tony for the first time.
I remember him being very specific about how I should be dressed. Basque, stockings and heels. He would allow me to wear panties too providing they were skimpy. My senses were heightened getting ready and I was running on full adrenalin. Full of trepidation and anticipation; I don’t think I had ever experienced a buzz quite like it.
Looking back, I’m sure I didn’t have to wait long for him to arrive, but at the time it felt like an age. He came around the back and I opened the gate, shaking. Nothing was said and I led him into the kitchen. As soon as I knew it, I was told to stand facing against the wall and not move a muscle, hands above my head, legs open. He dragged a finger slowly down my back and his face came close to the back of my neck ear. I could feel his warm breath as he traced a finger down my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel myself wet already. He moved his right hand to my pussy and clamped his hand over it firmly; I gasped and squirmed and this was immediately met with a sharp smack across my shaking arse. He pulled back my hair and continued to inspect me, his finger touching and tracing around my lips and clit, darting in and out of me. I could feel the hardness of his erection against the small of my back. I wanted to speak but at best could only manage a groan.
Even now, after all this time, that moment makes my stomach flutter and me completely wet and squirming.
I’m not sure how long it was before I led him to the lounge. He seized on a chair that we had at the time which he gently pushed me across so that my backside was in the air, exposed and available. I recall my panties being removed and the feeling of fingers and tongue probing an exploring both my pussy and arse. I must have been wriggling as every time I tried to move, he would give my backside a sharp slap. To this day I don’t know where he produced it from, but I suddenly found him tying my wrists and securing them over the back of the chair with chord. I’m sure he was talking but I really can’t remember. In my mind this all happened without sound other than the familiar sound of a zip being undone. I couldn’t see it but there was no mistaking the feeling of his cock, sliding along the crack between my arse cheeks. I tensed and was rewarded with another slap across the arse. I think I orgasmed at that point.
With a finger or thumb massaging my anus, I felt Tony slide into me. It was slow and remarkably tender as he began to fuck me. My juices were the perfect lubricant and he really took his time, making sure I got maximum pleasure. I expected him to cum quickly, but he stayed hard and continued to fuck me for an age, all the while teasing and gently probing my anus.
I had never tried anal and don’t think I’d discussed it with Tony. He certainly didn’t ask if it was OK when he withdrew his cock from my pussy an began to work it around my arse. I must have resisted as he grabbed the back of my hair, and in a single movement, pulled my head back as he slid his cock, very slowly and gently, taking great time, into me. This was my first experience of anal penetration. He was very wet from my pussy juices which, combined with his gentleness made it a pleasurable, if scary, experience.
He was very tender and loving, but also very dominant - perfect combination. I knew at that moment I was owned but 'loved’ and wanted.
After that encounter, I saw Tony again a couple of times, though sadly we lost touch when he started a ‘serious’ relationship with another girl but it is an experience that still sticks with me.
Although we have known each other for some time, I began exploring my submissiveness in my mid 30’s, before we got together. Some of those moments stand out as being especially erotic so I will tell you about one in particular.
I was married but my husband wasn’t (and still isn’t) the dominating type and I really yearned to experience being with a man that was able to take control but also be tender with me.
I met Tony in a chat room. I was attracted by his direct questioning; he seemed to know what he wanted and didn’t beat around the bush but he also came across as being someone I could trust.
Our conversations always left me feeling so aroused and I would often find that I was touching myself as we chatted, sometimes without even realising that I had begun pressing hard and massaging my clit. Looking back now, I think it was the first time a man had made me cum just through chatting online, and I often didn't actually realise until I checked my panties!
Our chats led to phone calls, always when hubby was away with work, which led to talk about us meeting in person. I can’t remember now how long it was before we arranged that first meet, but Tony was increasingly controlling how I behaved and was quite insistent about paying me a visit at home.
As risky as this was, I found myself thinking about meeting this man; I would regularly masturbate and orgasm thinking about what it would be like to be taken by him. I (naively) gave Tony my address and agreed he could come round to the house late one evening when hubby was working away.
Now, I live in a quiet residential area. Our home is in full view of some nosey neighbours too so I was very nervous about having a stranger come knocking on the door while they knew that hubby was away; even so, this added to the thrill of meeting Tony for the first time.
I remember him being very specific about how I should be dressed. Basque, stockings and heels. He would allow me to wear panties too providing they were skimpy. My senses were heightened getting ready and I was running on full adrenalin. Full of trepidation and anticipation; I don’t think I had ever experienced a buzz quite like it.
Looking back, I’m sure I didn’t have to wait long for him to arrive, but at the time it felt like an age. He came around the back and I opened the gate, shaking. Nothing was said and I led him into the kitchen. As soon as I knew it, I was told to stand facing against the wall and not move a muscle, hands above my head, legs open. He dragged a finger slowly down my back and his face came close to the back of my neck ear. I could feel his warm breath as he traced a finger down my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel myself wet already. He moved his right hand to my pussy and clamped his hand over it firmly; I gasped and squirmed and this was immediately met with a sharp smack across my shaking arse. He pulled back my hair and continued to inspect me, his finger touching and tracing around my lips and clit, darting in and out of me. I could feel the hardness of his erection against the small of my back. I wanted to speak but at best could only manage a groan.
Even now, after all this time, that moment makes my stomach flutter and me completely wet and squirming.
I’m not sure how long it was before I led him to the lounge. He seized on a chair that we had at the time which he gently pushed me across so that my backside was in the air, exposed and available. I recall my panties being removed and the feeling of fingers and tongue probing an exploring both my pussy and arse. I must have been wriggling as every time I tried to move, he would give my backside a sharp slap. To this day I don’t know where he produced it from, but I suddenly found him tying my wrists and securing them over the back of the chair with chord. I’m sure he was talking but I really can’t remember. In my mind this all happened without sound other than the familiar sound of a zip being undone. I couldn’t see it but there was no mistaking the feeling of his cock, sliding along the crack between my arse cheeks. I tensed and was rewarded with another slap across the arse. I think I orgasmed at that point.
With a finger or thumb massaging my anus, I felt Tony slide into me. It was slow and remarkably tender as he began to fuck me. My juices were the perfect lubricant and he really took his time, making sure I got maximum pleasure. I expected him to cum quickly, but he stayed hard and continued to fuck me for an age, all the while teasing and gently probing my anus.
I had never tried anal and don’t think I’d discussed it with Tony. He certainly didn’t ask if it was OK when he withdrew his cock from my pussy an began to work it around my arse. I must have resisted as he grabbed the back of my hair, and in a single movement, pulled my head back as he slid his cock, very slowly and gently, taking great time, into me. This was my first experience of anal penetration. He was very wet from my pussy juices which, combined with his gentleness made it a pleasurable, if scary, experience.
He was very tender and loving, but also very dominant - perfect combination. I knew at that moment I was owned but 'loved’ and wanted.
After that encounter, I saw Tony again a couple of times, though sadly we lost touch when he started a ‘serious’ relationship with another girl but it is an experience that still sticks with me.
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