The first time

[Sensual_Dom_1966]

After weeks of emails, messages and a couple of phone calls the day had arrived. We had covered so much important information in these exchanges including safe words, likes/dislikes, etiquette etc that l felt very comfortable in meeting Master G. I was also so excited and also quite apprehensive. He believed in preparation and attention to detail and most importantly – my well being.

We were to meet for late afternoon coffee at a large hotel in the vicinity of where we both lived. I had been instructed to wear heeled shoes, black or red but most importantly to have matching coloured panties, a skirt and blouse. No other preferences were mentioned only to be freshly showered and to wear red lipstick. He had provided a location maps link for the hotel and the time. He requested I text him when in the hotel car park and specify what coffee I wanted.

All day at work I had been struggling to focus on my project meetings, particularly after he had sent a text message just to confirm again the place and time. I knew from our discussions that he had been let down very occasionally before. Although he was more discerning these days, nobody ever really knows what goes on in another person’s mind, some folk are adept at time wasting and mind games. Thus, I replied promptly.

I finished work at 3pm which enabled me plenty of time to get ready or so I thought as I dashed out the door. Finally I set off and soon found myself sitting in my car at the required destination with butterflies in my tummy and lower down too. Having a relatively stressful and responsible job was quite easy for me, as I have a knack for organisation and delegation. Until my post-divorce sexual experimenting I had never considered myself ‘submissive’ at all, that was for weak women I had incorrectly assumed – but once I had spoken to other kinky folk and tried a little taster session at a fetish club I absolutely loved it! I just needed to find the right dominant for me, not on a 24/7 basis though, but someone to expand my knowledge and experience, help act out my unfulfilled fantasies but in a completely safe, consensual manner and on an exclusive basis ideally.

Ping. The text message stated, “I am in the far corner of the lounge bar. MG.”
I composed myself, sort of, and walked to meet him. There were only a few customers sitting at the bar so he was easy to spot. The comfy chairs he sat at had a low table and were in a secluded corner enclave, very private I thought.
I could feel his eyes appraise me as I approached him. He smiled and stood up to greet me. He looked as the photo he had sent me, but I still surprised by him towered over me despite my high heels. We sat and drank coffee and chatted easily, just as we had on the phone recently.

“What colour panties are you wearing?” he asked. “Red” I replied. “Show me” was the request I had been expecting. As he was facing towards the bar area, I just had a wall in front of me, and him of course. Tentatively at first I hitched up my skirt to reveal black hold ups, milky white thighs and the red knickers. He glanced and nodded approvingly. “Now be a good girl and give them to me” was the response I had been half-expecting yet half-dreading. I knew he could see behind me so trust was forming already between us and I obeyed. My instinct was to get them off quickly and get my skirt back in its more familiar position near my knees.

But feeling rather bold, not to mention extremely horny, I slowly sat back in the large chair and began removing them. When they were over my red shoes I leaned forward to hand them over. He reached out and gripped my wrists firmly before whispering “Good girl” then briefly raised them to his face and inhaled before depositing them in his trouser pocket. Meanwhile I had sat back with my skirt still hitched up, my legs together initially then spread them wide so he had full view of my trimmed, wet cunt. It was a first for me, exhibiting myself like that in a public place - to a complete stranger too! (sort of, he felt quite familiar after sharing so much prior intimate information). Yet I enjoyed the sensation very much. He smiled again and sipped his coffee. As he placed the cup on the table he said, “I have a reward for you. Follow me in your car and park next to mine.”

He had parked in the remotest corner of the furthest car park on the hotel grounds. No security cameras. No other cars. No other people - just Master G and me. He strode around to where I was sitting and opened the driver door. “Turn off the light then undo your blouse and remove your bra” he commanded. I obeyed. He reached in and expertly grabbed my hair, holding it firmly and began fondling my breasts, sensually rubbing his finger nails over my nipples which began to stand erect. He gently squeezed them and I winced slightly before slowly putting his hand up my skirt. I instinctively lowered myself in the seat so he could access my aching pussy with his fingers. “Don’t ever orgasm without permission” he instructed. I nodded, panting. After a very short time I exclaimed “Master, I am so close!” He slowly withdrew his wet fingers and gave them to me to suck on.

“Now turn around and receive your reward”. Still holding my hair tightly he lowered the zip of his trousers. He pulled my head to his throbbing cock, rubbing my mouth and face over his balls as well before guiding his member into my grateful mouth. I knew that receiving oral to completion was his joint favourite sex act, ideally with his back supported by pillows lying naked on a bed after a massage with his submissive between his legs and wearing handcuffs, red lipstick and little else. Fortunately I adored giving blowjobs and swallowing cum. He continued to thrust as his breathing became more ragged before gasping aloud, gripping my hair even harder as he pumped his delicious creamy spunk into my mouth which I dutifully and respectfully swallowed. He slowly withdrew himself and wiped his cock with my knickers before returning them to me.

He then got into the passenger seat and tenderly pulled me towards him. He just held me saying nothing. Time passed. Once I had stop slightly trembling – which I hadn’t even noticed – he gazed into my eyes and smiled, held my hands and kissed me. He then continued to hold me until I assured him I was fine to drive. He  got into his car and drove off. I sat there feeling so liberated, so used, so horny, so submissive.......so fucking normal.

Suddenly my phone pinged. “Text me when you get home safely. Let me know how it went for you. See you soon I hope. MG.”
Oh yes Master G, I thought to myself - you will see me again very soon indeed!