Written by Maya?
Play Date: 1st May 2023
Mayas 1st BDSM session with Oreo
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Was a long time without play. A proper dry spell after last dynamic ended. Self play is absolutely not the same as being in the hand of a capable Dom. I can give myself lots of paddling on my thighs, but that pain is not not as fulfilling.
Thanks to a common contact I got in touch with Oreo. The common friend described him as a worthy Dom, so I had to have a chat, needs are a strong motivator.
After some vetting, we decided to meet on a bank holiday Monday.
The anticipation was very strong. What should I wear, what should I say, how he’s going to act?
I think I have to check my car seat because for the whole trip I was building up so much wetness that when I arrived to his house my pussy was already drenched.
My hormones were absolutely chaotic and, for the sake of me, finding his door was a true challenge, but there he was. No bullshit outfit screaming “I watched 50 shades of grey and I know that I should wear a suit”, just some joggers and a sweatshirt, but boy oh boy he is absolutely towering over my 5’1 dwarf-ness. Quick show of the house. He is not asking for anything, just making me comfortable and finding topics that are good for me to talk about. I like how his minds work! My sapiosexuality is feeding on his words. Drenched again. Fuck. The first physical touch gets me all googly-eyed. He is showing me how to avoid being in a wrist lock, I can feel he is so strong and can manhandle me so well if he wants to. More drenched, damn. Can he see that I’m craving more? Should I show him that I’m ready to get more of that touch ? Oh I guess he can because after some playful touches he is getting to explore my body.
Don’t ask how, I really don’t remember, but I know that I found myself on his bed, on all four, offering my flesh for his use. This was the best decision I have ever made. He is taking his time to feel me, to understand how my body will react to touch and how will react to hits. I knew that his hands were strong, did not know HOW strong. I feel my ass wiggling under his hits. Please more. Hands, is that wood? Is that leather? Paddling me. Please more. I can feel the flogger on my skin, little leather strips quietly caressing every inch he wishes to. God I can feel that on my very wet pussy. I like it. I am moaning too much? Should I shut up? Fuck he understood that I like that feeling of the flogger on my wet cunt and he keeps on going there. How can he know my body reactions already? I am imploring for more. He softly whispers on my hear. Yes Sir, please give me more! And here we go, I am still on my knees but he is holding me from behind, hand on my chest, hand inside me. To keep my equilibrium I have to rely on him, give up the control of my body. I am your little slut, take what you wish. A blindfold comes. Now I can only spread my legs and have him doing whatever he wants. That wand on my clit feels so good but his hands inside me feel even better. I cannot stay still, I cannot shut up. I am a mess and I keep on cumming without any respect. “Please tell me I’m your slut”, I need to know I am pleasing him. Lost count of how many times I got to cum, I just know that he realised I was exhausted and decided to turn off that wand and stop fingering my pussy. This is good, too good to be true.
And now here we are, he is holding me together, little hugs. I can finally feel little after being so helpless. How is he so warm? Or am I warm ?
I just want to be at his feet and worship him. He is so calm, a very calming presence. His attitude is relaxing me even more. Almost overwhelmed by that. Can I nibble on you Sir ? I need to! Your little pet here and I need to. Damn he is stoic, not fussed by my silliness. Let’s watch a movie shall we? Ok maybe Sir you watch a movie, I prefer to look at you and nibble on your legs. |
