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MidSummer Night Encounter
29/01/2009 -
Midsummer night, as I sat on the bench of the roadside rest midway between the city where he lived and the city where I lived. I was hot; it was warm and muggy. I wore a coat over my midnight blue and black bustier, garter and stockings. I opened the coat a bit, thus exposing my breasts, which immediately tightened, my nipples glistening with a sheen of sweat in the moon-mist. I spread my legs a bit, too, still very warm. I wanted to take off my coat, but would not do that, awaiting my master's instruction. And, sitting on a wood bench on a bare behind, not such a good idea.
I tried to calm my breathing but only succeeded in feeling the air on my skin, the moisture touching me, a million kisses. Sweat curled the little hairs on my forehead, making tiny tendrils. All the sweet soft tiny sensations on my skin only made me more aware of my attire, my vulnerability, my unsated desire.
I had just left the dungeon of a would be master, whom my own master gave me permission to visit. I cut that visit short after he did not observe my safe word. I could smell his body odor on me, even taste him still on my skin. I wanted a shower, but instead, was caught here waiting, eyes closed per my master's instruction. I appreciated my master's urgent desire to see me, to make sure I was okay, but I wanted a shower, to be cleansed.
I kept thinking that I heard sounds, would startle and then calm. Footsteps? Yes...yes....then they would recede.
I made myself meditate, forcing the old tradition to calm and center me, knowing that my master would want me not fidgety and skittish for whatever came next.
I heard his footsteps, knowing with certainty that he approached. I wanted so much to open my eyes, but dared not. My phantom lover and master, soon to be in the flesh. I wondered if I would be permitted to see him at all. Calm, pet, calm, I chanted inside my head, praying that he would let me see him. All these months on the phone, e-mail, and now...
His voice cut through the night, a note of urgency clearly evident. "Are you well, pet?" "Yes, Sir, I am." "He didn't hurt you?" "No, sir, I left before I gave him the option." "He wanted you to pledge an oath to him?" "To scream his name, sir." "And you did not?" "Sir, you know that such a thing is not in me to do, as yours is the only name in my heart and soul. I give a pledge to no other."
He sighed and stepped in to me, taking my head in his hands gently. The strength and warmth radiating from his hands calmed me. "Thank you, pet. You honor me." I didn't reply, only nodded, voice caught in my throat.
From his pocket, I believe, he withdrew something. I felt silk as he slid it around my eyes. "I want your senses focused now. Are you okay with this?" "Sir, does it please you to have me thusly?" I felt him first tense and then half sigh and half chuckle. "Yes, pet, it does. Are you happy?" "Indeed, I am, Sir. Thank you."
"Unzip my trousers," his voice rumbled and I felt a chill run through my nerves, from head to nipples to woman. I immediately complied and waited. "No hands now, pet, let me feel you make love to my staff." "May I use my hands to balance, Sir?" I could feel him roll his eyes, always another question..."Yes, pet, you may."
I hadn't asked him specifically HOW I could balance, so I wrapped my arms behind him to draw him to me. "Score one for pet," I thought. I started as I love to do, by simply barely touching his manhood with my face, feeling the texture of his skin, breathing him in, feeling the pulses of his body through his staff. A clear drop at the tip, I licked it and the viscosity made a trail to my chin. "That's it, pet, wear me on you," he said. He reached down and rubbed his fluid against my face. He then put his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it before he moved his hand.
I could feel his need, and the tension coiled inside his tightly wrapped body. The more tense he became, the more slowly I moved. Gently and lightly, I took the tip of him into my mouth, first as a kiss, then more movement, and suction still only on the tip. He rocked into me. When he did that the first time, I moaned. Loudly. My hands gripped his backside but didn't pull on him. I was afraid being too aggressive would make him restrict me.
Deeper now, my mouth slid on his staff. I wanted every bit of him. Back and forth, still lightly, yes, teasing him. I ducked my head down and took his sacs in my mouth, one, the other. Softly, not knowing how he like to be handled there. His breath indicated that he liked that, so I took my time, struggling to take both in my mouth at one time.
He stepped back, and I moved forward to not hurt him, letting go. He lifted my chin and I could feel his stare. "You wouldn't be teasing me, would you, pet?" Uh oh. "Well, Sir, it's just that I don't want to hurry. and, umm, I..."
"You hope that if you annoy me, I will punish you by fucking your face until you wish you had NOT annoyed Me."
I was stunned by his language but I could not argue the point. I drew a deep breath and said, "Well, that pretty well sums up my strategy, Sir."
"STAND," he growled. Loudly.
I complied.
"Take off your coat."
I did, standing in the night air with very little on, completely aware that anyone in the rest area could see me. I stood very straight, belly sucked in, shoulders back, chest out, breasts spilling over the half-cut bustier, nipples achingly erect, moisture engorging my woman and dripping down my leg. My jet black garter belt with eight straps held up silk stockings with seams that made their way down to five inch black pumps with steel heels. I teetered from time to time as my knees knocked a bit.
"Fold it on the table and lean over."
I then realized that he had never seen me in my stockings and garter. I felt his fingers on my nipples, teasing, squeezing, HARD. I yelped in pain and pleasure and prayed for MORE. He walked around me. He turned me toward the table and grabbed my hair, got very close to my ear and whispered menacingly, "BEND."
I did.
He waited, having me lie against the table bare to the world. He slipped fingers under each strap and pulled it back and SNAPPED it. "You make a fetching sight, pet. Perhaps I should just leave you here to relax for a little while." It was an empty threat, at least I thought. Although when I realized he could do something like have me bending over with my butt in the wind and watch from his car, ensuring my safety, I got a little nervous.
"Begging forgiveness. My need and desire got the better of me. I will serve you better."
The first blow of his hand nearly knocked me off my feet. It was the hardest smack my backside EVER had felt. It burned and stung and before I could steady myself, there followed a succession of equally hard smacks. I stood absolutely still, focusing every bit of energy possible on that single task. The pain was extraordinary, burning smarting tingling. My woman responded with gusto, I am embarrassed to say.
"STAND."
I did, although I wobbled a bit.
Very close in he spoke, a low rumble, "I am at a loss as to how to punish a masochist. I trust that you will NOT play with me again, pet." I was stung by his words, as I genuinely HAD been trying to please him. In a small voice, I said, "Sir, I wish I could explain my need for pain given by you. I cannot. Next time, I will simply ask you. I am truly sorry."
He held my face in his hands and kissed me, lips and tongue soft, slow, lingering. He pulled away and said, "Pet, we are each learning. Now, I believe you have a task to finish."
He kindly moved my coat to the bench, where my smarting backside was very grateful to not be on the wood.
This time, he took my head in his hands from the start. "Now, show me what you can do, pet." The strength in his hands was daunting. My mouth found his manhood. and swallowed it, gagging. When he heard me gag, he held my head there, his staff reaching down my throat. No air, but I cared not. The sphincter in my throat holding him. Finally, he moved my head. A breath, down again. He rocked into me. I could feel myself responding, tightening. "More, please, Sir," I gasped. Harder, more urgently, He moved my head against him. My breasts bounced hard as he controlled me.
I felt him tightening, his sacs, his belly; I heard his breath. He shoved himself down again into my throat, and jack hammered me then with great long strokes, I breathed, and then, back in, again, hard, fast, and this time, he moaned, "Yes, pet, YES, take .... this .... gift...." with that, I felt his offering shooting down my throat. I was drenched with sweat, my woman madly desirous of release. He held me against him as a minute, then two passed. I could feel the tremors coursing through his body as he regained his iron grip on control. He said softly, "Stand up for me, pet." I staggered up as he unfolded my coat on the grass. "Now, please, lie down on your back."
I did. He lay beside me resting on his left elbow. Seeing the level of my need, he was kind enough to not tease me. His fingers found my woman and entered me. I growled and arched into him. His fingers made a rapid, firm circular motion, the exact right way to touch me. I felt myself flying, yielding to the extreme pleasure of his hard, fast touch. Not wanting to scream, I buried my face against his shoulder and yelled into him. I continued to come as him didn't let up. "Take off the blindfold, pet."
I did, shocked by the intensity of his eyes piercing me. "I like this, pet. feeling you tensing against me, seeing you uncontrolled, but there is something more I want." My heart pounded as I took him in, this stranger whom I knew so well. His squared jaw, his eyes whose intensity was almost too much for me to meet, the power pouring forth from him. He began to move downward and I felt a horrible blush. "Sir, no, Sir, you're not going to....please, Sir..." Amused by my discomfort, he said, "You would have Me not taste you, pet? Would you deny your Master something?"
Crying, I said, "No, of course not, Sir, it's only that you doing that, I'm not so good at receiving Sir."
"Silence, pet! I want to taste you, to feel you. Giving pleasure CAN be a two way street, or don't you remember that?"
"As you wish, Sir," I stammered and then felt the first flick of his tongue on the naked skin of my pearl. He cupped fingers and entered me, canting them forward. My pelvis has a rhythm of its own and took it up, soon bucking against him. His tongue danced as I gripped coat, grass, my nipples. Wave after unstoppable wave overtook me, until finally, I said, "Sir, please, enough." My body's hypersensitive response fully engaged and I jerked away, but he could tell it was unintentional. "Enough, pet?"
"Oh, dear, Sir, so much more than enough... thank you, Sir."
The night was still warm and we were quiet for a few moments. I held his hand, and kissed each finger, wanting time to stop, as I could feel him needing to get up, to be back on the road.
"This was a very special evening, pet, thank you for not screaming his name."
He offered a hand and helped me up. I adjusted my breasts and checked to ensure that my hose were all still properly attached. He ran his fingers around the lace, teasing the stockings against my skin. "I love that, pet."
"You have to leave, yes?" I asked. "Indeed, I must. Drive safely, sweet girl. Let me know when you are home safe."
He kissed me goodnight, a sweet lingering kiss. I made myself not cry as I slipped into my coat and we walked the short distance to our cars.
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