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By *rHotNotts OP Man
over a year ago
Dubai & Nottingham |
She drives to the car park where he requested and calls him. They’ve never met, exchanged a few dozen messages on Fab and then arranged this. She knew instantly she wanted him and him her. A lust so intense she would be wet whenever they were chatting and he was consumed by her 247 after just one message. She also felt a strong desire to submit to him, oddly as she’s usually fully in control, but within a couple of days she found she would carry out any sexual task he requested without questioning.
Like the time she had to excuse herself from the sales demo with a client, nip the ladies, stand in the cubicle, hitch up her skirt, pull her lace knickers to the side, lick her fingers and massage her clit ferociously until her legs were trembling and she was about to orgasm. Then abruptly stop, remove her wet knickers and return to complete the sales demo. But in addition flirt with the client. She was hot & flushed, nervous, scared, aching wet and knickerless in a room full of business men already flirting with her, and now she had to play both the hunted and the hunter. She liked what he was doing to her, a liberating submission. A metamorphosis was occurring from geeky, graduate account manager, nervous around the guys at work, to a ruthless slut that would in time devour multiple men most nights and need regular punishing from Sir if she missed the slightest detail.
She did as he asked without question, she had chosen to be obedient.
This had become a daily ritual as they counted down the days until today. Text instructions first thing, usually involving her bringing herself to the edge of an orgasm and then stopping and interacting with others in inappropriate ways, at work, in bars, restaurants etc.
Once she had to return knickers-less and wet from the ladies loo in a bar close to the office one lunchtime, chat up one of the new recruits and push his hand discreetly into her wetness, hold it there look into his eyes while apologising for being a naughty slut and have him promise not to tell any colleagues.
And now this day , her instructions for today were very simple;
Dark grey designer business suit, short skirt and jacket, white blouse, no bra. Black hold up seamed tights, black stilettos, black lace thong. Hair up, small diamond stud earrings , gold necklace. Make up; no foundation, Lancôme Monsieur black mascara, slightly smudged, a tiny bit of Bobbi Brown Rich Navy eye shadow, Rouge Dior 999 lipstick and plumping lip gloss, le jardain scent. Sat nav location and time. That was it.
She looks in the mirror and for once feels stunning. She actually enjoyed him choosing her outfit, hair , make up, for once it took away a degree of anxiety from a meet.
She arrives at the car park and calls, he answers and provides directions over hands free , next left , next right, etc there’s no small talk , no ice breakers. After 10 minutes of this - park just there the left , mines the blue door and with that, he just hangs up.
She knows what happens next. He won’t come out and greet her with a welcoming smile. She knows she has to get up and out of the car, walk over to that door, legs trembling , heart racing , and knock on the door of a house she’s never been to , to meet a guy she’s never seen, who she’s already submitted her mind to , and shortly will submit every part of her body to.
She rings the bell. Seconds seem like hours. Nothing. Heart racing , she goes to ring again but as she reaches up the door opens leaving her feeling awkward.
Their eyes meet and she slowly returns her hand to her side, like a child caught stealing from a shop. Shes now shaking and feels sick, dizzy and feint, she’s also extremely wet in her knickers. She holds his gaze and awaits her next instruction.
He looks deep into her eyes and finds her soul, says nothing, he gestures down and holds out an open hand . She stands on the doorstep confused, he repeats the gesture, he’s looking to her groin, this is a bit weird, but she nervously stands on a strangers doorstep on a cold October morning, in full view of houses in the street , and discreetly removes her damp white lace thong as requested and hands it to him. He now gives her a pleasing cheeky smile and says good girl, like an old friend you’ve known you’re entire life, and in that instant all her fears and anxieties are replaced with excitement and pure lust.
She enters the hallway , wet and knickerless she stands tall on a polished hardwood floor in stilettos, the door closes behind, she imagines herself as a small deer in the sights of his rifle. She closes her eyes and bites her lip as she hears the lock of the door behind her, in that moment she’s already submitted her body, she bites her lip a little harder, leans onto a wall, braces herself waits for it to happen....
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It’s far too explicit to post and wouldn’t be fair on her, some details just can’t be changed.....