She had arrived at the club 20 minutes early. She settled in to the scene and swayed to the beat of the dance music as she picked some offerings from the buffet. They generally had good food at this particular sex club. But then again it is Portland, where isn’t there good food?
The bouncer came to her just after she had gotten a few mouthfuls in. He told her that her guest had arrived. She wondered if he was anxious or diligent and decided to reserve her punishment for much later when she garnered more information. Punctuality was appreciated but she had wanted those ten minutes to herself and even though she was still intent on taking them, she wanted to prove her point.
She had been talking to this man on FetLife quite a bit and he was so desirous to please her and play with her “in any capacity”, he kept saying. She decided out of the blue earlier in the week to give him a shot. She told him to meet her here at precisely 10pm. He paid her door fee, but otherwise she didn’t collect her $500 per evening.
She had made him jump through enough hoops to get here. She had tested his patience, his humor, his compassion, his demeanor, his intelligence. He had not only passed her expectations with his online persona but surpassed it with his wit and charm and more importantly his reverential persistence.
He wasn’t bad looking either. He wasn’t going to be on the cover of GQ, but there was definitely something intriguing and sexy about him. He was coquettish too and well…. he had her more enticed than she had felt in a very long time.
Still, no one gets a free pass. He had said anything and she had a world of subspace waiting to test him out. He had dabbled and most of his relationships seemed to fall in line with an FLR (Female Led Relationship). Still, he seemed green to her and she assessed that his body was very delicate. She wondered how this would go.
She took a few bites more, even more calmly than she would have before his arrival. Wiped her mouth gently, put on a fresh coat of lipstick and strode towards the front door at just the indicated time. He could not get in without her so he had no choice but to wait for her. He saw her approach and his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning and she knew this was going to be fun. She stifled a laugh.
“Come” she said holding out her hand before he could say a thing. He grabbed on and followed clumsily, holding the duffle bag she had asked him to bring. In it he stuffed all the sex toys he had, which were not very many at all. Then he added anything around the house that could be used as a toy. He tried to stay to the more obvious ones but he did pack a few surprises. He wondered what she would think.
She was more beautiful than he had even seen from her pictures. Her smile mesmerized him completely. It was a smile he knew was meant only for him and he wanted that moment of happiness to last forever, or at least all night.
As soon as they got to the main dance area she stopped abruptly and turned to face him standing a mere inch from him. Though he was taller than her, even with her 5″ heels, her Dominance felt as if she completely towered over him. He gulped.
“Give me your bag, get on all fours and follow me quickly to a private room so I can have my way with you. I don’t want a word or sound out of you. Do you understand?”
He gulped again. What in the world had he gotten himself into and how was this sweet and fascinating black eyed girl so menacing and seductive at the same time? He didn’t hesitate for one moment. He handed her the bag gently but quickly. Then got on all fours and even bowed for good measure. He couldn’t explain even to himself how this not only didn’t bother him but actually turned him on.
He wondered if anyone saw the bulge in his pants. He was so hard that the pain of the crawl was so intense it didn’t let any anxiousness cross his mind. This was very unlike him.
The walk went fast and soon she stopped, pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and grabbing him by the belt buckle pulled him into the room. There was nothing more than a bed with clean sheets on it and a side table with condoms and other quick necessities; tissues, wipes, lube. There was also one dimly lit wall sconce and a window with the drapes pulled shut that faced a hallway anyone could and would walk through.
She unbuckled his pants.
“I don’t want you to get too excited. We aren’t having sex. If you are very lucky, and I don’t see the chances good here, you will maybe be allowed to lick my pussy. But I am going to use your body for my sadistic pleasure of extreme pain and maybe, but again only if you’re really lucky and I really like what I see here tonight, I’ll let you take me to dinner one night next week.”.
She couldn’t help but laugh. Not just at the great fun this was but also at the noticeable bulge in his pants, which she quickly slapped. He winced.
“I will let you get undressed to your comfort level, I’m sure that will help your little friend here out a bit.”
She leaned back against the wall with her arms crossed as if she were a warden from a black and white movie. It sent shivers down his spine. He can’t remember ever being so turned on before. Once he was naked she examined him up and down, even walked around him like a drill sargent. She was so intense and passionate. He realized he was actually afraid she was going to really hurt him somehow. He was pretty sure he was thinking only his body, or was it also his heart? He shivered slightly.
But he didn’t mutter a word or make a sound, just as she asked, but he couldn’t help but grin at her. This was just a game, after all. For a split second she broke character and smiled back at him lovingly and that’s all he needed to feel momentarily safe again. Then she abruptly had him turn around facing the wall with his legs spread and his arms on the wall.
“Holy shit” he thought to himself. “What is she going to do to me?”.
He could hear her rummaging in his bag. She squealed with delight at a few things and he knew he had done well. He drew in a deep long breath. He was having so much fucking fun. Like actual fun, like the kind of fun you had as an innocent kid when you were just winging it. But his dick was also showing signs of deep interest. It made him chuckle softly and smile and then just as suddenly it hit him in a wave.
He was glad he was holding on to the wall. His senses kicked in to deep overdrive. Every sensation felt like ecstacy and the anticipation was its own tantalizing torture. And when she took the whip to his bare ass in that exact moment he knew he was hers. He had to have her; all of her…. her attention, her happiness, her anything and everything all at once. He wanted so desperately at that moment to do nothing but please her.
She reached between his legs to feel his dick and laughed. He was delirious with desire and he didn’t care even why she laughed, he was just joyous to be the cause. She was truly enjoying delivering this mindfuckery of fun, with pain and pleasure so deeply intermingled that one got lost to which was which.
She quickly and repeatedly slapped his face hard with the dildo he had packed in the bag. It was dense and it stung quite a bit. He wondered if it would leave redness or a mark. At this moment he really didn’t care beyond mere curiosity, he was happy to wear any marks she gave him.
It wasn’t until she put it in his mouth and told him to get it as wet as he could that he knew what was coming. He wondered if he would cum. He also wondered if she would be mad if he did.
It was all such a beautiful headspace for him. He wondered what it would be to crash from this kind of natural high. He wanted to laugh but it’s all he could do not to choke as she slapped his ass and thighs hard, digging her fingernails into his flesh while pounding his asshole with the dildo.
He was trying not to cum and maybe she sensed his body tensing because she stopped abruptly, turned him around and brought him to his knees in a swift few motions. She then pulled up her skirt and pushed his head deep into her groin. He could tell she was already panting with desire before he even started.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear under her short leather skirt so access was easy. Plus she had her right leg propped on the side table. So he could easily maneuver deep inside. He grabbed her completely around the waist and pulled her into him. He gnawed at her clit and sucked lightly, using his chin and nose to get all up into her deepest, wettest spots. She quivered. He was sure this was not part of how she had wanted to play. She seemed to want to keep her composure the entirety of it all. But her body and desire betrayed her.
Her juices started pouring and he lapped them up like his life depended on it. She tasted sweet and tart like a key lime pie. Or like a woman who injests a lot of lemon in her diet. 🤷🏽♀️🤣
I’m so stoned. I’d like to live in stonelandia. Where things get done on an ass needed basis, where everyone pitches in. Where people don’t fuck each other over just because they can and/or want to. I’d love to live there every day. And if I can’t make the world that way I want it, I can at least make me that way. Screw it. Whatever comes, comes. I am just trying to be legit. Legitimately me. Lol. These are the ideals I live by, but I’m not perfect. And I guess that’s the irony and the consolation in this life. No one is.
(I wrote this all last night, proof read it this morning and have added nothing except this paragraph. Maybe I’ll finish it later, maybe you can finish it for me.)💋💋💋