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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Having been invited over to a very beautiful young lady's house, I'm rather excited right now. It's been a good few days since I was able to enjoy myself properly and I'm looking forward to this meet very much. I have the intention to use her as a little fuck tool. Sometimes I don't, it really depends on my mood.
Last week I had the same intention and I ended up spending an intense and passionate time with her. All over each other, kissing intimately - which I would not do so much with a fuck tool.
But today I am determined. The animal in me wants to come out and he wants to be bad. I'm not going to engage in conversation, I'm not going to get too personal. I will allow myself only to tease her with my conversation and my eyes.
Well I'm here now, it's a nice area, she drives an Audi so that's can't be bad  I knock on the door and wait patiently. Moments later she answers - wearing a very sexy dress - and she incites me in, smiling nervously as she does so.
She has seen my vidoes, she knows I can be rough. Her eyes dart down to my belt and I can see a silent reaction in her. I love to people watch, by the way. I have a knack now of noticing the slightest changes in people and feeding off it. I guess that why I do what I do.
So anyway, I'm walking through the door and I walk straight to the kitchen. I do that because I don't like soft seating at meets! it's too comfortable. I like something a little more upright, as if you can pounce out of the chair, and with a little formality in the way you sit. I like the formality in meets, in the same way I love the formality of Geishas, my most fervent fantasy...
I sit down and she offers me a drink. She followed me in at a rush, feeling like she has to keep up. She's nervous. I love that. I love woman that are nervous when they meet me. I say yes, thankyou, a water please. All the while my eyes follow her with a very naughty look, full of intent and deviousness, and I make sure she can see it. When she looks at me, I let my eyes narrow and my smile widen after a moment, so she can visibly see my focus grow.
She brings me a glass and I tell her to sit down. She does, and clears her throat. Her hands aren't sure where to go.
"Why are you nervous."
"I'm not" she says before smiling nervously!
"You are. I like it. Why did you invite me here, you know what I'm like, you know what you have invited into your home."
""I'm a little scared of you. I saw your videos and I wanted you to use me. I've never been used before, not like that. You're different..." her eyes shuffle and her bum moves around on the seat and she starts trying to sit in a strong position, to project some power to me.
"I Don't know why your trying to hide it, or why you are trying to make yourself more comfortable. I told you how it works. There is no safe word. The more you try to push me, the more I'll push you back. The more comfortable you try to get, the more I'll try to take that away from you. If you get to a limit, them you will stop pushing. i I go over a limit a little and THEN you stop pushing, well that's your punishment. Do you understand me clearly? Do you want me to use you?"
All the while in this discourse I maintain the control of my face. I don't blink. I smile knowingly at her, my eyes focused and she will feel as if I am looking into her. My voice is cold. I know this look, I know my face and my body. She will see in front of her someone so different. Someone capable of being so cold. I am, of course. Capable of it, not cold. I'm a warm person. but there's that thing inside of me, something I unlocked somehow. All the facets of my personality can come out. My animal. My Lover. My wildness. Or my cruelty, my coldness, my kink or in moments my ruthless ego, this is the thing you want to see the least. Fuck me when I'm truly angry and I... Will. Hurt you.
"Yes sir."
"Good girl. Go upstairs".
I wait a moment before I go. In part because I want to make her wait and in part because I want to talk to you guys whilst she's away. I'm loving this you know. I love the easy control. I haven't forced it, done anything. She has given it to me.
Right, I'm going to head up. I walk upright and strong, my chest is out, as always. You know in order to project control to others, you simply have to show control over yourself. They don't get to you, they don't affect you. You are relentless. If you are challenged you do not flinch. And you never walk away. They always walk. Do you know why? Because where I have chosen to stand? That's my spot. I chose that spot and there's nothing that someone can say to me to make me move. Because I own it, you will move. That's not literal of course, it's figurative. That's the mentality of this, of what I do.
She's waiting on the bed, smiling at me. There is a selection of toys on the bed and some rope. I laugh at her, we won't need these! I walk over to her and kiss her softly, gently and almost lovingly. My hand runs over her face. I kiss like this for a minute. She is melting in my arms now, I can feel her body sagging. My right hand gently runs down her face, my fingers brushing just so against her skin. They run down the side of her neck, tease below her ear and move further forwards and stroke the front of her neck as I gently kiss her harder and pusher her towards the bed. She moans loudly.
MY HAND GRIPS HER NECK TIGHT AND SHE CHOKES. I PULL HER UP FORCIBLY BY HER THROAT AND HER FACE IS PURE SHOCK AS MY OPEN HAND SLAPS HER FACE HARD.
She screams. I whisper in her ear "You are my slut. Do not think you are anything more. I kiss you like that simply because I like to push you as far away from thoughts of my control as possible, simply so that I can fucking show you, that you are powerless. My whore, and today you will be fucked used and consensually raped like a whore. I throw her to the bed. I take off my belt and place it on the bed. Curled up like a snake and ready to pounce. It's in front of her. The end pointing towards her almost as if it is going to strike.
I move the the edge of the bed where there is a chair and I sit down slowly, calmy and measured in my movements.
"Undress, whore, it's time to play" |
