How my Dom found me. Part 2

When I sat in my car I was shaking. My face was flush and my heart was beating hard. What had just happened? Did I find someone who understood me than I understand myself? I just sat there and breathed deeply. I was so horny now. All that I could I think of was getting home and get my clit between my fingers and having an earth shaking orgasm. I put my seat belt on and plug my phone in when it suddenly signals a test message. “Slut, no touching the cunt until I tell you that you can!”. For fucks sakes. I hate that and yet…I’m soaked. Without thinking I type “yes Sir”. I put the car and drive and head home. I was so dazed and didn’t even remember driving home! I think I was still in subspace.

I went over the night several times in my head that week. Every detail was so clear to me. I wanted to touch myself so badly but I knew I wouldn’t be able to lie to him. I had to behave myself. Every night when I would get home from work my panties would have a wet spot and in my mind every person that came near me must be able to smell my scent. All of this was making my head swim and yet, I loved it. I did my best to distract myself while working and trying to keep off of the porn sites that I loved but it was useless. The more I looked the more turned on I got. I am a hot, sticky mess by the time I get to Friday. One more day. Just one. I can do this, I know I can. “Ding” I hear my phone and don’t think anything of it as I have barely heard from him with his work schedule. “My slut, you will edge yourself twice tonight and twice tomorrow before you begin to prepare for our evening. Do not cum or you will pay dearly for it.” Oh gawd. I am barely able to not touch myself and now I have to touch but not cum. WTF? It’s these moments when I panic and try to convince myself that this is all too much and I should walk away. The think is, this is exactly what I need. I have no control and never wanted anything. “Brooklyn, Just do as you’re told” I tell myself.

I didn’t sleep that much after coming so close to orgasm twice that evening as ordered. I had to squeeze my legs together firmly to not cum. I was really pushing close and it was extremely hard to stop. Damn him. Get out of my head. He knew he was playing inside my head and I did too. I also didn’t want him to stop. Please don’t stop.

Saturday evening I start to get ready. I want to look perfect for him. I need him to say “good girl”. I groomed my body and made sure that I was smooth. I put some music on and did my make up and hair. He told me that he like the 50s house wife look and I needed a red bow in my hair. I would a red bow with a head band. I added bright red lipstick and did my eyes dark and smokey. I wanted him to look at me and see the lust in his eyes. I wanted to look perfect just so that he could mess me up. I sipped on a red with black polka dot dress. I added garters and hose and slid heels over my feet. No panties, not bra. Then I thought, no I need panties. Sexy panties will set off the look. So I found my favourite silky pair and slid them them on. He will surely be impressed with this look. I was just getting ready to leave and he texted me and asks for a pic. I send him a pic of my outfit and he never even answered! What’s going on? I’m looking sexy and hot!

I pull up to his place at 9:55, get out of the car and enter his place. I suddenly realized why he wanted a pic. I am only to be in garters, hose and heels. I strip down, kneel, spread my knees, put my hands behind my back and bow my head. It seems that I am here for an hour but it was likely a minute or two. I am trembling. I suddenly hear him walk down the stairs. I breathe in the musk of him. He places one foot between my legs and tells me to lower my cunt onto his shoe and then off again. I do as I’m told and I hear those wonderful words “good girl”. You’re soaking wet as you should be for me. He then shows me a collar and tells me this is for play only and he doesn’t yet own me but he’d like me to wear the collar when we play. I nod my head yes and he slaps me in the face. “Pardon?”. I am stunned “Yes please Sir, sorry Sir”. He places the collar around my neck, attached a lease and instructs me to follow him.

Once we are up the stairs he sits in a chair and tells me to assume the position that he as taught me. I kneel and wait. He says that I look so beautiful and I know I blushed. He then instructs me that there is scotch on the counter with a a tumbler and to fix him a drink. I rise up and head to the kitchen as quickly and gracefully as I can. I see the scotch and begin to make his drink for him. I suddenly feel his presence being me and feel his hand on the back of my neck forcing me to bend over. His hand traces down my spine as a moan. His fingers are suddenly sliding into my cunt and I moan loader. He pulls them out and pushes them into my mouth. “Lick your cunt juices from my fingers”. My knees are beginning to weaken when he pulls away and moves back to his chair. My gawd, my body is alive. I poor his drink and without being told I kneel and serve his drink with two hands. He takes the drink and instructs me back into position in front of him. I hear a snipping sound and torch light up and then the smell of a good cigar. Oh great, this is going to make me drip. I love the smell of cigars, I love to smoke them. I have never done cigar service yet. He explains me that for now I will just cup my hands and will accept the ash. I am told in the future the ashtray will be my mouth. “Yes Sir” is all that I can manage to say. He takes a drink of his scotch and I feel the warm ash flicked into my hands. So hot. So objectified.

I am in my happy place now. I am of use. My head is bowed and I am totally under his control. He continues enjoying his drink and cigar and I slide very easily into sub space. There is no place that I would rather be. I am proudly on my knees in front of a strong man. It is where I belong. I want to say some things but I can’t find a way to find the words. I talk myself down. Let him lead, you follow. He places the cigar in an ashtray and says “Your pleasure or my pleasure slut?” I immediately say “Your pleasure of course Sir”. Good, clean your hands and then show my your oral skills slut. I grin and move as I am asked. I get up to his lap, unzip his pants and slide his already semi hard cock. I immediately slide it in my mouth and begin sucking and licking on the head. I hear him moan, grab his glass and continue smoking his cigar. “Suck girl”. I am now in a very happy place. I slide his cock down my throat and feel it grow in my throat. I love this part. He continues to grow and worship his cock like it’s the only thing that matters in my world. He begins thrusting up to fuck my throat and yet continues drinking and smoking. I am now just a hole to him. It’s the way it should be. I suck and lick and manipulate his cock until I know he is getting close. “You don’t get swallow my cum yet. I want you to pull it out when you know that I am close so you get it all over your face. I want to see cum driving from that pretty mouth. MMMMM I start sucking harder and working away at his balls. When I can feel his balls tighten and his hips begin to raise up I pull out his cock and stroke it till thick ropes of cum hit my face. It goes up to my forehead and then into my hair. I love cum in my hair. I am so happy. He groans and then comes down to earth. “Kneel slut. Don’t you dare touch that cum. I am going to take a few minutes to compose myself and prep the dungeon. Wait here till I return.” Oh fuck, “Yes Sir”.