We had been texting for a few weeks now, but I finally got to meet him. And to say the least I was not disappointed. It started with us just talking. It was nice. But then I stated to become restless. So as we laying on my bed (with all clothing still on) with our noses touching on the pillow, I ask “Do you want to fuck right now as much as I do?” Response: “yes.” That was all I needed, so I jumped right on top of him. I imminently tore off my clothes as he did the same.
We had talked a little bit about our kinks prior to us meeting. But I could tell he was still a little hesitant. But once he started to fuck me from behind he turned into a Dom. He would wrap his hand around my hair and yank back as I begged for him to go harder. Sometimes he would lay me down flat on my stomach and fuck me from behind, but instead of being up right, he would lay against my back with one hand on on my shoulder holding me down and the other on my throat. Squeezing tighter and tighter the louder I started to moan. I could feel myself cumming to so quickly. To have hands such big hands holding me down. Around round 4 he had me on the edge of the bed hanging off upside down, while pinning my legs down keep me from falling off. He surprised me with some of the positions he threw me in. Another time he held down my legs to my shoulders and had used my legs to pin my arms down as well. He did put me on top at one point but due to my lack on interest of fucking while being on top it put a damper in my mood. It is fairly difficult to recall all the different ways we fucked that night, but I must have cum about 4 times. I learned that he had “phases.” At one point he would be a savaged animal, but then sometimes he would just fuck like any normal guy. However, what was shocking was I didn’t mind so much or the “normal fucking” simply because there was more then just physical attraction that led to the sexual drive that night. Despite this additional mental attraction we had, I was still, unfortunately, unable to look at him while we fucked. I think it was my commitment to my Master that kept that mental wall up. So even though as a submissive in this sexual encounter, I couldn’t completely allow myself to connect with him, because I belong to someone else.
I Submit Only To My Master.
I Submit to BDSM 