Masterful Surprises

I got an email from George as soon as I got home. He said he had a wonderful time. He even admitted to be smitten, which I thought was an odd word to use considering that our first date went way beyond either one of us had intended. What was I thinking in agreeing to let him tie me up in his dungeon and get off in front of him in the way that I did? And why didn?t I get pissed off when he left the room right at the moment I was about to come? Why didn?t I get scared and totally freaked out when he didn?t come back right away? Why wasn?t I disappointed that I didn?t get to come? If anything I was hornier than ever and couldn?t wait to get off, but no matter how long and how high I turned up my vibrator and no matter how hard I pressed it on my pussy, it just wasn?t enough. The butterfly vibrator the G-spot bend at the tip? Not even close. I came like crazy but just couldn?t climax. None of those things could compare to the way the softness and texture of that rope slid back and forth along my slit and being watched by him in the way that he did. I just couldn?t get his mischievous, subversive smile out of my head. And, yes, there was something that was weird about being physically disconnected from him, but yet we were so mentally in touch and engaged. I went back, still unfulfilled, to read the rest of his email. He wanted to know if I was free for breakfast and for a trip to the Sunday flea market in town. Absolutely. I showed up promptly at 7:30 wearing a white denim mini skirt that I hadn?t unpacked from my box of summer clothes for a couple of years. I decided to tone it down a bit with a cotton floral short-sleeved blouse and a pair of jute sandal wedges. I wanted to look casual and sexy but not like a hussy. There was a Post-It Note on the door that read, ?Went back to bed.? Was I supposed to come in or come back later? I thought it was odd, but I decided to go upstairs to wake him or wait for him to wake. I sat on the edge of his bed. He looked quite restful breathing softly and wrapped up in his sheet. After a few minutes, he woke up with a gentle smile on his face. ?Good morning,? he said, yawning and smiling at the same time. ?This is a lovely way to wake up in the morning.? I smiled. I thought that was a sweet sentiment, especially considering I was fully dressed. But not for long. He got up and told me to take my shoes off and lay on my back on his bed. ?Open your legs,? he said. His voice changed from groggy and sweet to stern and demanding. I complied, letting my skirt hike up past my hips. ?Wider. Legs up high,? he barked. I did what he said. It wasn?t my idea of how I wanted him to see me exposed for the first time ? my pussy open wide and splayed in front of his face Escort Şişli ? but I had the feeling that little would be my idea with him. He looked deeply into my wide open hole. Thank goodness I shaved before I came over. ?Let this grow out a week or two,? he said. ?I?ll want you to get a Brazilian. And get your manicure, pedicure and whatever else you get done at the salon, too. Make the appointment and I?ll pay for it. I?ll expect you to look polished and perfected for me.? Wow. What an offer, especially with me laying on his bed holding my legs up spread eagle. I was stunned. ?What do you say?? he asked. ?Thank you, sir.? I replied. ?Nice girl,? he said. ?Actually, bad girl. You?re being such a bad girl.? ?I?m only doing what I?ve been told, sir,? I said. ?What kind of girl shows off her cunt like that?? he asked. ?Her shaved, wet cunt? ? ?I do, sir,? I said. ?Because you told me.? ?I did,? he said. ?I thought you?d be more of a challenge and not as wet. A girl with a wet pussy is a bad girl.? I was confused. I knew this was all about me trusting him to let go of my inhibitions, and exposing myself to him wasn?t an easy choice to make. And how could he expect me not to be wet? He was hot, he was attractive, he was sexy, and I was so into the way the way his mind works. He pulled a rope out of his nightstand and trussed me like a Thanksgiving turkey ? He prodded a finger deep inside of me swirled it around, massaging and tickling my inner walls and getting them rather wet. Then pulled his fingers out completely. I looked at him and begged for more with my eyes. He pulled his boxers down and pulled out his thick, large and fully erect cock. It looked almost bigger than life for the moment just before he shoved it in my mouth without warning. I was concerned with fitting him into my mouth width-wise without my cheeks pinching and hurting as they puckered, but I really didn?t have time to think about it. I figured he?d want it sucked hard by the way he forced it in and out of my mouth. Luckily, I knew enough to take him in slightly off to the side so he wouldn?t set off my gag reflex when he hit the back of my throat. I liked that he was vocal with his grunts and groans. Obviously, I was doing a good job if he couldn?t speak. He just kept going at it non-stop. I really needed a break. The moment I let up on my tight grip and couldn?t take him in as deeply as I could, he reached for a short wooden paddle and swatted my ass cheek hard. I jolted and felt a surge inside of me before I felt the hurt. My cheeks pulled in again harder, even if it was hard for me to suck him with this kind of intensity. He smiled the moment he felt my effort. ?Nice, better,? he said. Sultangazi escort ?Now remember what will happen if you let up again.? It wasn?t going to be easy. He was relentless and it was starting to get difficult to keep my arms and legs tied up in the air the way they were. His breathing became shorter and more clipped and the forceful thrusts became shorter and deeper right before he was ready to cum. I knew I wouldn?t have a choice but to swallow the moment he shot his wad in the back of my throat, I mean shot. It was forceful and almost endless as his cum continued to drain down my throat. He pulled out and stroked himself until he finally went limp. The smile warmed on his face as he went flaccid in his hand. I couldn?t help but smile back. He turned me onto my side, sat down next to me on the side of his bed, and kissed me appreciatively. ?How would you have liked it if I came on you instead?? he asked. ?If I wasn?t dressed or had something else to change into, that would be hot,? I said. He grinned and said something about underestimating his instincts about me. I?d have to ask him about that sometime when he wasn?t preoccupied with untying me. He gave me a nice rub-down on my lower back, which was starting to feel strained. He seemed to know just the right spots to hit. It was all so nice, even though he left me totally unfulfilled. He got dressed and asked me where I wanted to go for breakfast. After what I did for him, I made it someplace nice, and not some greasy spoon. Besides, I was in the mood for a Chicken Marie Frittata and mimosa, and I figured he?d appreciate the place. He did, especially the toast and mushrooms. It was something I never heard of before, but he told me it was a traditional English dish that his mother his mother makes with homemade brioche. ?She?s British?? I asked. ?Very,? he said. ?She?ll fall in love with you when she meets you.? I was surprised to hear he already had me meeting his parents in mind. Actually, for as intense as our morning started out, I was surprised our conversation shifted this way ? like two proper adults quite taken with each other talking about food, stuff going on in the news, work, music, and all kind of other things besides a quickly evolving relationship that was as confusing as it was alluring. It was all so natural and familiar to him and I was had all kind of wonderment about how I could be so scared and secure with it. One moment he was rough and harsh and the next moment I never felt as pampered and cherished. I had lots of questions, but breakfast in a small, intimate and well-appointed café was not the place to ask the questions I had. But that didn?t stop him from asking me Taksim escort bayan to do something rather embarrassing and inappropriate. After he paid the check and before we left the table, he said, ?When you get up, push your seat back and spread your legs until you know I?ve gotten a chance to see your pussy before you stand up.? ?Here? In front of all these people?? I asked. ?I?m sure they won?t be paying attention,? he said. ?Besides, I?m the only person facing this wall. No one else will see that delicious cunt of yours. Now what do you say? ?Yes, sir,? I said. I slid my chair back and quickly looked around to make sure no one was looking our way. Seeing the coast was clear, I spread my legs and looked at him to make sure he got his quick glance. He was fidgeting with his wallet, looked up quickly at me, and said matter-of-factly, ?OK, let?s go.? Not even a smile? Not even a lecherous leer? ?I thought you?d get your kicks out of this,? I said. ?I did. Immensely,? he said, giving me an affectionate peck on my cheek. The flea market was an unusual spot. It wasn?t junk, but rather a lot of high-end antiques and collectibles. He said he often came down just to people watch even if he had no intention to buy anything. I could see why. The people that wandered around the building, which was also the farmers market on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays, were a mixture of well-heeled suburban types mixed in with the younger hipsters and older more eccentric disheveled types. He stopped in his tracks when we passed a stall with vintage dresses. Most of them mod styles from the ?60?s. He was transfixed on one in particular. It was a sleeveless A-line mod mini dress with loud and colorful concentric dots on a black background that shimmered in metallic threads that wove through the fabric. ?Here, try this on,? he said. I slipped behind the curtain of a makeshift fitting room and slipped it on. It fit like a gem and looked great on me. The only think I didn?t like was the abrasive fabric. It rubbed against my skin like a Brillo pad. I came out anyway and showed it off to him. He stared at me in awe and couldn?t stop smiling. ?Perfect,? he said. ?What are you doing Friday night?? ?I could be free,? I said. ?What did you have in mind?? ?It?s a surprise,? he said. ?Trust me?? Trust. There was that word again, and one I was learning was a big part of a Dominant/submissive relationship, even more so than in an ordinary, run-of-the-mill relationship. I was already getting the idea why. It was essential to everything that happened Friday night and this morning, even though I didn?t realize it at the time. At first I thought his kindness and romantic side was just part of the seduction, but I was beginning to see that he really was taken with me ? and had a very dark side, as well. It was times like this that I saw that he valued and respected me as a woman and a person, and I was sure he was only getting started with how he treated me in the dungeon and in the bedroom. Of course I trusted him.