My First Night With You... Friday, August, 19, 2011

  Something has been awoken inside of me. It has always been there, that I am for sure of. I knew even in the beginning of my journey into this lifestyle, that I was a submissive at heart. Although, I have had such a hard time finding someone who can really dig deep and bring that out of me. I have had some mildly good experiences with people and I had hoped for that edge in me to subside, but it did not. I felt defiant and wanted instead to be more dominant. Almost like I could sense their insecurities in themselves and it weakened their demeanor, which in turn just allowed mine to expose itself further. With you I didn't feel any of that. I was so sure that you had me, from the second you grabbed me by my hair and slapped my face.

  I was so nervous, yet very eager to meet you. I may not have let that show with my apprehension to have you over, however my cunt was already wet with anticipation. I don't really know if it was because I had already sensed this immense confidence in not only yourself but in what you were coming to do to me. I immediately felt this overwhelming comfort with you. Not even having to say much to me, I wanted to kneel before you and ask what I could do. But alas, I contained myself. It had only been 3 minutes! Through some mistakes of my own doing it was the next situation that not only broke the ice, but let me know that you could and would put me in my place at anytime for any reason if and when you felt like it. And I loved it! Just that small gesture of grabbing my hair and slapping my face hard those few times left me dripping wet and quivering up against you like a little school girl who had just gotten beat up. This was everything I had been looking for, yet couldn't be delivered. Had I been looking in the wrong places? Or was I just not ready to handle it? Who's to say? All I know is that, at that moment I knew the evening was going to be one I would not forget.

 Earlier, per your instructions, I donned no panties. When your hands grabbed my cunt underneath my skirt and I seen your face, knowing I had followed your instructions, it was quite a feeling. I was already so wet and when your fingers reached my clit I almost came on contact. You had me pouring cum...rubbing my clit, as you would choke me, almost allowing me to kiss you. It was more then I could take and I would cum again. I was given a moment to recover and as is my nature, I wanted to suck your dick. It's what I do. Oh how wrong I was. You pinned me against the couch by my throat, smacking me hard. Telling me "Did I ASK you to suck my dick, you slut?" and no you hadn't. You smacked me again a few more times for good measure, so I knew not to try that shit again. But then you surprised me, and held me against you and kissed my head, and I was in awe of the whole situation. I didn't know how to feel, or what to do with myself at that moment. I couldn't even describe to you what was going through my head so I just held onto you because it seemed like the best thing to do, or I would fall into the abyss my mind was suddenly creating. 

I think you felt it too, because things seemed to shift rather quickly from there. Once again your hands were in my cunt. Deep this time, I felt you spit in it and ram quite a few fingers in me and I was done for. I was just soaking my couch by now, and at one point, I felt my claw hair clip directly on my clit! The slapping continued, on my pussy, my belly, my face, my tits, basically wherever you wanted and saw fit. Knowing how much I loved the choking, that too was involved as you were constantly making me pour cum. 

Then, and this was a first for me, you spit in my face. Fuck yes! It was the one of the most humiliating yet hottest things I have yet to have happen to me. It only seemed to create more of a puddle beneath me. I could feel it just flowing, like a damn waterfall at this point. I had been made to squirt before, but this was not the same. This was full blown orgasms, every time. It was then that you picked me up by my hair and instructed that I lick it up, and you held my head down and made sure that I did. Degrading to say the least, but just what I wanted and needed. How is it that you knew what I had been craving? You pulled my head up and seen that I was indeed cumming again and slapped me hard and told me I didn't ask first. I didn't know I was supposed to! You kept me so confused. But a mists  the confusion it only made me more intrigued and want more. 

Finally you took your cock out and I was in heaven. You slammed my throat down on it and kept it there, holding my nose. I had been waiting all night to show you what I could do, but I barely got the chance. You asked me if I loved CUM...I told you that you knew I did...then you said "If you love cum then you will lick ALL of this up off of this table." And I watched as you came all over my coffee table, and it was A LOT. But I got right on my knees and licked up every drop of cum that had hit that table. I wanted you to see what kind of good whore I really was. 

I hope that you did. Because your impression has most definitely been left upon me Sir.