The need to let someone just completely take over control is a need I find more overwhelming every day. I feel it in my body, the release it gives me through the small experiences I have had. Not to think, not to make decisions, just to feel and experience, take in the sensations that are given to me.
I would give my body to kink, to feel the ultimate surrender. This particular day I am tense, I feel my back aches my shoulders high, my muscles a screaming voice telling me to relax, my cunt just a pulsing aching mess waiting for attention, my body neglected.
I spend the day trying to focus, but my brain letting me down, my body ruled by what it is I really need. It’s hard to admit sometimes, but I know it all too well.
This particular evening I didn’t need a ‘hard fuck’ I didn’t need to be told I’m going to ‘use your holes’, my love is for kink, my love is for the bruises that emerge on my back, ass or thighs, the burst of pain when I catch that bruise and think of how exactly it was caused. My love is overcoming that pain, letting it go through me and accepting that it brings me back to being in the moment.
So I was ready for something when I entered the club, so ready to hand over control, it was just about finding the right person. I arrive in need of release…. Wearing a slender black dress underneath lies my suspender belt and stockings, heels of course I feel sexy but on edge. It’s busy and people flow around me, my initial reaction tells me to explore so my first direction is the dungeon.
The dungeon is dimly lit, but the furniture still visible. There is warmth in the air but it’s not hot or cold, I can smell the leather. My eyes trace along the fine stitching that binds the equipment together. I find myself running my fingers along the soft leather, by body starts to relax my eyes focused and my cunt having an overwhelming reaction, its only then I feel another presence in the room.
It’s still silent, his gaze I feel like he’s undressing me with his eyes but I keep still, my hands still tracing along the leather, being watched makes me smile, it’s what I do to suss people out, gauge there reactions, words may tell lies but the body tells the truth.
When I feel what I can only assume is a man’s presence, almost directly behind me I feel it’s about time to fully engage with this man so turn around. I’m greeted with a rustically handsome face, short stubble that captures a beautiful jawline. Tall and broad, his shirt hugging his arms and chest, my eyes undress him just as he did me, I can’t help but gaze over the bulge in his trousers. As I work my way down an involuntary bite of the lip escapes my mouth, I can’t help but feel it gives away just what it is I want.
He just stares for a moment; I feel like he’s invading my brain he definitely has a look about him I decide to really see how much he wants. I sit on the piece of furniture I was previously gazing over my skirt slides up my thigh revealing the tops of my stockings crossing my legs; I see his eyes move up my legs as he discovers every inch he can for now. There is definitely sexual tension there I feel it, the eyes are a massive tell.
I didn’t want words, I trust my judgement and right then I wanted him, I wanted that belt that was wrapped around his jeans, sitting low on his waist. And I wonder if he knew that…
The slow steps towards me told me he did, he knew what I was letting him know, he was now only inches away from me, I sat completely still taking in his presence, a smile escaped my lips I knew something was there it was fear mixed with excitement and lust and I was just hoping he had read my signals correctly. That it was ok that there didn’t need to be this talk beforehand.
His hand raised and slowly came down to caress the back of my neck, a sweet spot, my head falls in reaction, my neck is definitely an erotic zone for me, be it a caress or a choke. His fingers sliding down, catching the top of my shoulders as he pushes my hair away, he has me, my head tilted back, eyes just watching and lips slightly parted. A kiss is what I was expecting but what I heard next was the sound of a buckle as he undid his belt that noise seems to have a direct link to my cunt.
I kept still as his belt was off; he undoes his shirt in front of me, he was bare chested and my he was nicely toned and it was making me wetter. His hand landed on my chest as he pulls me to the edge of the seat, a breath leeks from my lips as my legs are parted, his fingers tracing along my thighs he pulls up the dress around my waist exposing my suspender belt and stockings, my breathing a little heavier, I have no idea what’s to come, realistically I didn’t know this man, but I was relaxed and I trusted my gut and at that time it didn’t say run, so I wasn’t going to.
Placing the belt next to me on the piece of furniture, his fingers make quick work of releasing me from my dress, my pierced nipples were hard and I was letting things just float away as I closed my eyes. He pulls me up his hand caressing and holding my waist close to him, my eyes open and needy. He turns me around slowly, my back against his bare toned chest, I felt his warm breath caressing the back of my neck, and my ass starts to ease back into him, a few little grinds against him, again signals I hope he is receiving.
He places his hand both on mine lifting them he places them both on the leather bed, his weight still fully against me, his hands release mine but I stay where I am, his fingers tracing the dip in my spine working their way down, I’m already sticking my ass out preparing and waiting for it.
My clit throbbing and my wetness is obvious now from my wet panties. His hand grips the belt I ready myself, slow my breathing and display my ass. My eyes closed waiting for the first strike, he starts soft, and the leather spreads goose pimples across my body, the frequency brings on the warmth, soaking in each strike and I feel a warm and delicious feeling spreading throughout my body, this must go on for a while, now I don’t seem to feel the pain just the heat radiating throughout me, my eyes glazed and my mind in a space of its own.
I only realise he had stopped with the belt when I feel the thickness of his hard cock sliding into my wet cunt, with a thrust he brings me back to the present, my pussy clenching onto him tightly and in need, I rest my head down and let him have all of me, every inch and he takes it and boy he’s fucking good, each thrust shudders throughout me, little spasms in my cunt tell me my orgasm is building my fingers slipping eagerly to massage my clit, his fingers and hands grabbing at me, possessing me and I wanted him to. Pure lust and filth eases from every inch of him and I let it seep into me, thrusting over each one builds my orgasm, my fingers going to work on my clit means I’m close, so close to that orgasm, that release, I’m tightening around him, and I hear his moans and he quickens the pace, and my body reacts the orgasm that finally shudders throughout me, my body a shaking mess as I feel his last thrust into me as he finishes too.
I’m not thinking, I’m not in control, and in that moment I didn’t care, it’s what I wanted and I took every second that I could. I didn’t know his name, in fact I didn’t know anything about him or him me.
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