Fifty Shades Of Gray In Cornwall
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He was a professor at one of the most prestigious universities in London. Distinguished and sublimely intelligent, he was very much the complete and well-accomplished gentleman that I’ve long admired. Tall, handsome and extremely fit for his age he was the type of man who walked around as if he’d already discovered the secret of life.
Such was his developed mind and supreme confidence, that it made others sit up and pay attention, hoping that they, in turn, could learn and take on some of his wisdom and wise words. He also had an abundance of charm, which is always an attractive quality in a man.
I first came to meet him after messaging him on Fetlife. I was immediately taken aback by him. He made me feel vulnerable and excited all at once. I can tell you just how special and unique that feeling is. He made me feel wanted and excited. I had a strange sense of yearning from our first meeting, which I still don’t fully understand to this day.
He would come to visit me at my apartment. He did this several times before our eventual meetings would take me all the way to Cornwall. We gradually built up a mutual understanding and felt able to trust each other.
He’d loved to role play with me often. Usually, it was Master and Slave. He would sometimes start by tying me up on the bed; he’d secure my wrists tightly to the bedposts, with no room to wriggle free. Sometimes he would bind my hands together, behind my back or in front of me. He’d take his time over disabling my ankles, watching me squirm with delight as he pulled harder on the ropes. At times he would tease me slowly and gently with the various objects he was using on me.
My pussy would slowly start to get wet as he experimented with new gadgets and toys on my body. He would watch as I began to get more and more aroused. Soon my pussy would be dripping with my sweet juices that would trickle out of me and onto the bedsheets. I felt so much ecstasy and it made me even hornier when he watched me completely getting off to what he was doing to me, sometimes we did this for hours.
I would cum and my whole body would convulse with pleasure. He made my delicious cunt cream and throb so hard, harder than it ever has before. My pussy muscles would contract and I could feel a tingle all over my body, from my stomach and right up to my erect nipples. My hands were chained, clamped hard to the bedposts. My eyes would dilate and it always sent me to another place of pure bliss and I experienced pleasure with him of the highest kind. The feeling is almost unexplainable to those who haven’t experienced this before, but my emotions were always immense.
I felt the pleasure of being controlled by a man and all his strength. The huge satisfaction that it gave me is something that I’ll never ever forget, and maybe never experience again to this level of intensity. This is ultimately what turned me on the most. It’s hard to describe but it was certainly more psychological than it was physical.
One day, he invited me to his holiday cottage in Cornwall. He gave me very detailed and explicit instructions for me to follow, to the letter. I loved this so much, the power all in his hands and me obeying completely. I felt real excitement at the prospect of spending quality time with him, just being around him really. I gave myself over to him, and he took charge of me and my body. It was strangely empowering actually.
I was to take the train from London to Bodmin Parkway station in Cornwall. This is where I got off to meet him in the car park. Sitting on that train and feeling the nervous anticipation of what was to follow made me so excited, like I’ve never been before. I felt like I was this little sexy secret sitting in my seat with fellow passengers totally oblivious to my adventures with this man. It felt so good, beyond belief!
He was already in the car park waiting for me when I arrived at the station. He then called me and gave me instructions on where to find the car park and to be able to spot his car to meet him. I was excited and as I walked to the car park my heart starting beating so fast I feared I would maybe collapse.
As soon as I entered the car, he handcuffed me and drove us on to his holiday cottage, which was situated in an isolated part of Cornwall. It was a long drive. Whilst on the journey to his cottage, he commanded me one ultimate rule that I should never ever break. I was under no circumstances to ever fall in love with him.
At the time it really didn’t seem like a problem that I’d ever have to encounter… I had no idea just how wrong I was.
We arrived at the cottage and my heart skipped a beat and stood still, all at the same time.
It was so beautiful. I fell in love with the surroundings right there and then. This picturesque cottage was situated on top of the north cliffs, near to the coast. The view was sensational. I just couldn’t stop looking out at the gorgeous horizon in its entirety. The sea view from the cottage was simply breathtaking. I was in awe of the beauty all around me and felt swept away by the Cornish scenery; I’d never seen anything quite like this before, it was perfect.
He arranged the guest room for me to stay in; however, I ended up sleeping with him in his bedroom.
At night he would cuff me to the bed right next to him. I felt uncomfortable but at the same time for some unfathomable reason, I loved it. It made me feel such a strong desire to be restrained like this. It made my heart pound faster and faster.
Each day, the professor would hand me a long list of chores to be completed in full before he got back home. My penalty for missing any would be instant punishment of his choosing, which would never be disclosed to me.
My daily list of duties that I needed to perform always started with me serving him breakfast in bed each morning. Whilst he was eating, I had to kneel down on the floor in front of him until he finished. Sometimes he would take a while to eat and my knees would start to ache, other times it was quicker but still felt like forever.
Completing all the housework was my domain, along with shopping and anything else that he included on his list for me each day. I was told never ever to question him or any of the tasks I was instructed to carry out, and so I never did. I did everything diligently and began to enjoy this dynamic more and more each day.
As a reward for being good and obedient, he would take me to many historical places in the village. We also went on bike rides in the countryside which was delightful on a nice hot summer’s day. We took walks along the cliff and spent time on the glorious sandy beaches that were on his doorstep. I would watch the waves come to shore and go back out in an awesome wave. I remember looking for meaning in the sea as it soaked the sand with each splash.
But without doubt, my favorite part of the day was watching the sun go down outside his cottage with a glass of wine. This brought me so much peace and happiness, almost like I was saying goodbye to the day and I felt that I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else at that exact moment in time.
I found out during our time together, that one of the professor's many interests was artistic bondage photography. Sometimes he would take photos of me to add to his collection. I would be tied up in all kinds of erotic positions. I enjoyed this very much. I loved the focus and attention that he gave to me and found myself very willing and eager to please as I made the photos as sexy and sensual as I possibly could.
I began to realize just how much I enjoyed being tied up and restrained. There was nothing greater than these feelings that I had, that I was pleasing him and he was happy with me gave me a real sense of belonging and I felt that I was also completing him in this way too.
Each night before bed, he would read me a passage from one of his favorite philosophical books. He had his own library which was dedicated to all his wonderful books. The library was quite a magical place to be,.I was always astounded and overwhelmed by the number of books contained in it, and the vast knowledge that each provided to the reader wise and enquiring enough to open their mind up and read, and devour each page.
Whilst he read to me, I would again kneel on the floor in front of him, lapping up each utterance that came from his mouth. He would follow up by asking me many questions on the topics he’d just read aloud to check if I had been paying full attention and that I understood what he was telling me. I truly loved listening to him, although I was kneeling on the floor, I could have listened to him for hours.
I would revel in engaging with him in philosophy and it made me feel so empowered that this highly intelligent professor was conversing with me on so many topics and discussing theories together. He seemed to understand everything so well and I longed for these sessions to continue forever.
I knew he was remarkably intelligent. His mind was so gifted, like nothing on earth was beyond him. I’d never met anyone like this before, let alone spend time together, where he would listen to me and value my opinion. I felt like he was slowly but surely nurturing me and showing me the ways of life like I’d never seen or experienced before, in erotica and pushing my boundaries and sharing with me his interpretation of the meaning of life itself.
I was like a sponge just soaking him up, I couldn’t get enough. I knew this feeling was coming for a long while because I recognized how I was starting to feel about him, how he made me feel, just being around him and everything he did and said. It’s not something I could have ever foreseen before following him all the way to Cornwall. My heart became heavy.
And despite his ultimate command… I began to slowly fall in love with him.
After the first trip had finished, we continued to meet a few more times at his cottage. This time he drove me back and forth from London to Cornwall. I used to cherish these special times as it was a long journey that took hours and loved having all this time with him as he drove us along motorways, countryside and towns.
On one of our Cornwall meetings, from the list he gave to me to complete that day, I accidentally forgot to collect an item from the local market. Whilst we drove home he told me that he wanted to punish me for forgetting.
At this time it was mid-afternoon, as soon as we arrived near the cottage, he grabbed my hand and walked me straight to the backyard and he told me to lie down on the grass. He was grabbing my hands so tightly that I thought at one point he might pull them off. He pushed his dick in and out of me. This kind of turned me on and he knew it. He was on top of me in the missionary position completely burying my small body on the ground beneath his large frame.
He had a huge long cock and I could feel the pain start as it thrust in and out and against the walls of my pussy banging and crashing its way into my body. I’d never seen him like this before. This was the first time he’d actually fucked me. The look in his eyes was of pure rage. I’ll never forget the look on his face as he was pounding his dick into my little pussy so hard.
He was pumping hard and deep the temper racing threw his body causing him to shake. I felt so anxious and it all happened so quickly that it was almost like an out of body experience that I had. It felt so surreal and I remember questioning myself if this was really happening. I began to be preoccupied with someone seeing us and didn’t enjoy the moment.
I forced myself to keep quiet as I just couldn’t bear for anyone to see or hear me. It left me confused and shaken, like something I couldn’t comprehend had just happened to me. It had caught me by surprise and left me in shock.
Thank god it didn’t last long. I had taken my punishment, hard. The confusion was that despite the ferocity of him fucking me after all this time, it had turned me on as I lay powerless underneath him.
The more I met up with this man and experienced him and his life, my feelings grew ever stronger for him. I felt as if he was the only person in the whole world who had ever and could ever understand me.
I fell in love with him. I fell madly in love with him, utterly and brutally as all unrequited love is. The feelings drove me crazy. They say falling in love is a type of sickness, yet when the object of your desires and affections doesn’t offer the cure, who or what does? The answer and antidote to that, is time. It’s always a long recovery period.
I often if not constantly thought back to his ultimate rule that he told me on the day of our first trip to Cornwall and how absurd and irrelevant I felt it to be at the time. My professor was a married man. He had a family who knew absolutely nothing of his secret life of master and slave and deepest sexual desires or of his fantasy cottage that I’d fallen in love with at first sight.
I had satisfied those desires of his over and over again just like he had with mine.
One day, I couldn’t take it anymore and just couldn’t bear to hide my true feelings any longer, despite the price I was going to have to pay. Maybe a part of me clung to the hidden hope that after all this time he would accept my feelings and return them right back to me. This was all my heart desired and hoped for. So I readied myself, after thinking about nothing else for so long, I took a deep breath and finally told him how I felt.
He rejected me, just as he’d warned all that time ago. That seemed like a million light-years away right now. We’d experienced so much together. Over time we’d fused our bodies our minds and our desires together into one. We’d explored each other and life to the fullest.
That was the last time I ever saw him. Then I thought about his ultimate command once more. I couldn’t help how I felt and it was absolutely killing me to see him each time with my heart filled with love that would never be returned.
I thought of my professor for a long time afterwards and felt unbelievable and unbearable pain. I fought with myself and argued away the hours questioning why I ever told him how I felt, especially given his command.
I later realized and came to peace with this true fact; it’s always the unspoken words and feelings that cause us all the heartache and regret in our lives in the end, and not the truth that we speak from our hearts, no matter how it’s received. This is true of all people in the world, and any situation.
Every time we were together it was magical and unforgettable, it truly was.
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