FabSwingers.com forum: The Sting Of His Dominance

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

They never met often. These were purely going to be the type of encounters that were few and far between. The memories were so vivid in the mind and pondered over often and always had the same effect, she wanted him once again.

He'd text but never regularly and mostly out of the blue. They were always about thing's they had done together, recalling how much he enjoyed her bound before him. How he enjoyed her touch, her mouth and her body. How he thought about fucking her often and how good she was at pleasing him. His language about sex was often but not always crude and to the point. He was very articulate, affluent and took great pride in his appearance which impressed her. She enjoyed how he made her blush with the descriptions of what he had experienced with her and what he wanted from her the next time they would meet. He'd sent other messages over the few years he'd known her but they were usually to punctuate the ever changing seasons. Happy Christmas, happy Easter etc but he never wanted to know about her life. That would be just a distraction.

A year had passed and there were thing's happening in her life that she wanted to escape from for a few hours. She wanted to feel the sting of his hand and experience that euphoric state she would fall into. He was able to execute an experience with a precision that no one else had ever had managed to or come close to before. She hastily made the arrangements for him to visit and he was very pleased to be able to corrupt her again once more.

As always he asked she'd be dressed a certain way, he was very particular about her hair and how her make-up should be worn. He loved her hair free, the waves cascading down past her shoulders and enjoyed how it felt in his hands and how it moved around his face and chest when she straddled him. He liked her grey eyes heavily made up with black kohl and mascara, he enjoyed how it smudged during their vigorous sessions. Lips would always be scarlet red and he demanded the highest of heels.

"You are to leave the door open sweetie. You must be on the bed and I want you bent over and ready for me. You know exactly how I want you to look don't you? It's important you do this for me and I will be there at the arranged time."

She looked in the mirror and pondered over what she was wearing for him. It was a black latex body with suspenders that exposed everything he wanted, her breasts and what she kept between those stocking clad legs. She checked her eye make-up and the fact she needed to apply the red lipstick he wanted her to wear.

She thought about what was going to happen, how he was going to push her and enjoy every inch of her. The ropes, the toys and the demands he would make of her mind and body. She craved his reactions to her and decided to test him. The red lipstick was left off her mouth and instead a slick of gloss that accentuated her full lips replaced it. Time was ticking and another message lit up her phone. "I'm on my way up."

Every sense in her began to heighten, the excitement surging through her veins was palpable. She walked to the door, unlocked it and made her way to the bed. She fixed herself into the position he wanted so when he would walk in he would be greeted by the site of her bent over on her knees, fully exposed. Her eyes were closed and she could hear the elevator door opening and his steps coming towards the room. The door opening and closing behind him and the turn of the lock... and so it began.