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(We’re now 7months into a real life long distance Dom/sub and so much more relationship. I use these stories as a way to have my kink and my relationship visible no one in my life has any idea what I’m into just Him)
Skip to the sex if that’s more your thing…
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It’s been a very long month of not being able to see him, feeling very physically poorly and mentally unwell for the whole time. He’s been perfect in every way holding me together, often forcing me to look after myself when I didn’t want to. Our online relationship has meant everything to me. I desperately want to show him how much I adore him. The opportunity arose, a whole day together, over the week before we chat about what we could do. When he decided he explains the play he’d like to have and asked me to drive to the original location where it all started, his workshop.
I woke up this morning feeling super anxious, packing my bag with everything he’s told me to bring. It’s a long way and the weather is bad. What if I’m not enough to make it up to him? Will I be able to show him how much I adore him? I message him “I’m anxious.. what if everything isn’t OK?” He replies “You don’t have to do anything you are not comfortable with” He really is my owner he’s so perfect, instantly I feel calmer. I struggle to decide what to wear and send him a photo of myself like I do every day. “You are so beautiful, would you like a phone call?” My heart flutters “Yes, that will help” I reply. The phone rings, flustered I answer. He listens to my concerns and says he can stay on the phone for as long as I need and talk about whatever I need. Reminding me he can see my location and that he will be available anytime I need him.
(90MILES LATER after a few phone calls to check in)
Pulling up I see him standing there waiting for me, my fantasy man, my owner. My heart flutters. He looks amazing, I’m so pleased to have such an incredible man as my owner. I need to have him. The excitement bubbles inside me I discover myself almost running into his arms, embracing him passionately as all the time. My body tingles, filled with desire for him. I feel safe, at home, where I should be. He asks me to get my things takes my hand and leads us inside.
As I breath in the cold air I see the objects of beauty that I now associate with his work but I remember how seeing it the first time made me nervous that such a successful man would even be interested in little broken me. My thoughts drift to his very capable skilled hands that make and fix these gorgeous possessions, the hand that now holds mine guiding me. I think about them running over my skin, about them making me cum like no other man has. My heart quickens as we approach the leather sofa, where he sits and pats his lap. Dutifully I sit, suddenly aware of how wet my tiny knickers are. Looking up into his icy bright blue eyes, I immediately feel his ownership, his dominant presence inside me, I’m his I know I am. The little voice inside me starts to plead for his attention. We chat casually about my journey, my concerns and he checks that I’m physically well. As the conversation continues his strong hands start to rest on my knees gently stroking, parting my legs I try and will him to touch my clit. I’m desperate eager him to hurry up and put me out of my misery. His fingers run around my stockings then the welt, a moan escapes my lips and leaning in kissing him, immediately that electrified spark runs through my body. Oh my ..I want him inside me so badly… he continues fiddling with the suspenders, and runs his fingers across my bear thigh up under my dress. We kiss, tongues frantically searching for our deep connection, his fingers reach my knickers and slide them across to check how wet my pussy feels.
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His thumb glides of my clit as we open our eyes and look deeply into each others. His fingers discover my soaking wet opening and easily slide in, pushing them in deeply making my eyes open widely a gasp releases my lips. His eyes sparkle, he knows how desperately I want him. He pulls his dripping wet fingers in between our lips and we both lick and suck his fingers. Inside me I feel the flames of desire ignite, with him everything feels so satisfying. His hand pulls away, our lips lock again as his time he fucks me hard with his fingers using his other hand to hold my hips firmly. Quickly the waves of intense orgasm wash over me, I know I’m gonna cum. He whispers “Cum for me” and immediately my cum pours over his fingers and runs down his wrist onto the floor. I struggle to stay upright on his lap and start to press myself into his strong frame, my eyes close as I enjoy the sensations, as he continues to make me cum. Drifting into the space he often takes me too I feel his hand on mine and realise he’s about to move. I drop onto my knees between his legs and look up at him. Biting my lip nervously. He waits. “Please may I?… ” He looks down on me aware that making me say it makes me uncomfortable. He looks directly at me. “What would you like?” He replies softly his hands resting on his thighs, a smirk spreads across his face, an eye brow raises. I struggle and wriggle, he’s gonna make me say it out loud. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to say loud enough for him to hear
“Please may I suck and lick your cock? “ He opens his flys and pulls out his hard throbbing cock, the urge to just pounce straight onto it and feel him inside my mouth overwhelms me. I struggle to stay and wait to be allowed. “Go on then” a playful smile spreads across his face. I quickly set to work showing him how much I’ve missed him. His strong firm hand rests on the back of my head, I look up into his eyes and know I’m pleasing him. Suddenly he forces me down hard, holding me on to him hard. I begin to gag and feel his cock pressing down my throat. Excitement rises as he takes control, pulling my head back a massive strand of spit drips out of my lips. Continuing slowly sliding up and down his length enjoying the sensation. His hand reaches down and grabs my hair, I look up expecting him to hold me on again. I try to brace myself. His other hand drifts to my hair then he forces me hard and fast onto his cock. Fucking my mouth the hardest and fastest I’ve ever been face fucked. I have no choice but to relax and allow him to control me, the submission makes me so wet for him. My throat burns, snot runs down my face mixing with the tears. He releases me and sit back tears running down my face, I feel very owned, filthy. I go to lean into him but he takes my hand.
My body moves intrinsically. He bends me over the pool table, the place he first took me and I became his. Flash backs of our first time flicker. The sound of the shutters seems louder than I remember. I wish he’d taken my dress off so I could feel the braze on my nipples again. His foot widens my legs. I notice the ratchet straps in each corner. For now, or later? I close my eyes and wait for what I crave. Holding my thong to the side he slides deeply inside me with long slow deep stokes firmly holding me in place with a hand on my back. The little voice inside me purrs contentedly knowing we are as we should be together again, it feels like time stops as my body enjoys the sensations. The steady thrusting that he needs to cum hard continuing, my thoughts drift to my love for him, the man that owns me. His physical and emotional strength to be able to nourish me. His steadfast belief that I’m his and he will get to see me and use me whenever he needs it most. My legs begin to shake I feel myself melting into the table only aware of the safety in which he keeps my heart. A loud bang on the shutters brings me back to the room, it seems so much windier that last time I was here. Looking into the next room full of his work and his gorgeous possessions. Now in the room again i becoming aware of the sticky wet sensation on my thighs as my juices pouring out of me.
The thrusting stops he sits on the sofa and encourages me back to his lap. “Take your knickers off” feeling massively flustered and I cannot make my hands undo the garter straps on suspenders. He sits calmly waiting, listening to my excusing. After what feels like an age I feel all hot a fluttered I wriggle my knickers off and look at him.
Oh! He’s enjoying this, I begin to do the clips up so the sheer black stockings will stay on. He reaches to try and help at I mumble about needing a mirror. My heart sings as I realise this is just about control and me having exactly how he wants it. Leaning in I kiss his lips, look up at him expectantly. My thoughts run wild. What might he do next? Softly and firmly “Let’s go for a walk.” He leads me back to the workshop and I realise the door to his race car is open. I cannot help but admire, I long to touch it. As we nearly pass it he forces me towards the bonnet. I turn and look at him, his eyes are really sparkling. He bends me over, lifts my dress revealing my naked ass framed in the garter straps and suspenders. He admires me bent over on the bonnet, his two prized possessions looking exactly as he wants. His hands hold me firmly pressing me into the bonnet as he enters me, this time fucking me hard and fast forcing me down onto the cold metal.
The little voice inside me purrs again, finally I’m gonna get his cum. Squeezing his cock as hard as I can as he enters me, listening to how he needs me to service him. My body aches as I hear him grunt, feeling his load of cum pump into me, he thrusts hard into and then holds me down firmly making sure every drop of his cum is filling me. A massive wave of relief fills me as his massive load fills all the emptiness, all the cavities inside me .Panting, breath uneven I turn and smile.
NSFW: yes
