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Since meeting online last year we had been chatting and emailing, getting to know each other, eventually coming to know each others secret desires. The anonymous nature of the Internet allowed us to disclose things we might never had revealed otherwise. In doing so we had discovered things about each other our closest friends would never know, and in turn we had discovered inner desires we had never known existed; desires which now needed release. We both wanted more, but until this night… we had never experienced it. Neither of us had believed this night, our first meeting, our first “date” would really happen; but now that it was. You had bombarded my senses with your presence since the moment you sashayed into the bar. All eyes were upon you as you paused and scanned the bar; every man hoped he would be your chosen target, your conquest. Your tight black dress did nothing to hide your curves and your sensuous movements only served to advertise just how curvaceous you body really was. Your wavy brown hair cascaded over your naked shoulders and down your back, yet even under your locks, your barely concealed breast still managed to flaunt their delicious presence. The tops of your stockings were accented by an antique lingerie garter clip peeking just below your hemline. As an artist eyes appreciate a nude model, my eyes devoured you, sliding down your body, taking in each curve and valley, I hungered for your ample breasts, your exposed cleavage leaving little to my imagination. The dress hugged your waist and spread provocatively over your firm hips. Yes, I wanted you, but perhaps more important is… you wanted me. I had noted that the slender vintage ornate collar on your neck, my present to you, was already locked in place with the small silver padlock. Yes, the collar fit you well and I fingered its small key on my wrist. The light reflects off of the silver dragons head of my walking stick, catching your eye and you now walk directly toward my booth, your gaze seeking my eyes… searching for my approval. Once in front of me, you pause. You do not speak to me… it is not permitted; you must await my approval and my permission. My eyes slowly journey down your body, then I slowly spin the dragon, you understand and spin slowly around. My gaze takes in your naked back, your full firm butt, and your stockinged legs. You turn now to face me and await my reaction. I almost imperceptibly Yeşilköy escort bayan nod, and you visibly relax while barely suppressing a satisfied smile. I nod to the chair and you sit down, your gaze never leaving me. “Drink?”, you softly nod yes. I raise the dragon, a moment later the waitress is at our table. “Champagne for the lady.” as the waitress disappears you smile that I remembered the drink that always seems to get you in trouble. “The collar is very becoming.” You finger the precious stones, which form a pattern around the collar, and your fingers come to rest on the padlock. Your eyes question me. “I have the key.” Slowing nodding, I touch the chain on my wrist, the small key dangles seductively. You smile and the waitress arrives with your drink. We spend a moment sipping our drinks as we each continue our silent appraisal of each other. Finally I grant you favor. “You may speak, sweet one, for I am anxious to hear your voice.” Your eyes brighten. “Thank you, Master, what would you have me continue to call you… Sir?” your soft voice coupled with your accent is intoxicating to my senses. I do believe there is still more spirit in you than meets the eye… the night should be most interesting. “Sir.” I answer, “Sir is… adequate for now. You may earn more if you behave.” “Behave?” your eyes flash. “I should behave?” Your eyes meet the resolve in mine and you quickly lower your eyes to your lap. Realizing your mistake and now correcting it, you ask, “How would you have me behave, Sir?” I gaze in your brown eyes, the fire quenched, so much passion buried there, and I am suddenly anxious to release it, and possess it… to master it. “With Constant Obedience.” I softly answer. Hearing my words, your eyes flash, but you have learned to hold your tongue, already. Yes, you are a promising ingénue. “So tell me, have you pleasured yourself lately?” I continue to command of you. “But… Sir!” You pause. “You wish to know if I have…” you pause again, “ masturbated?” I nod. You look at me, begging me to release you from this task… but my eyes remain fixed on you… waiting. “Yes, Sir.”, you begin, “This morning when I received the package, the collar you sent… I did.” you finish softly, leaning close to me, almost a whisper as though afraid others might hear. I smile, “Then you shall tell me about it.” “Sir…” you plead. You look around, there are Escort Yeşilyurt many eyes on you… there are many men here that desire you; yet none so close they might hear your words. Looking me now in my eyes, you start, “This morning when the collar arrived, I admired its beauty and it filled me with desire; a desire to be owned by you, and to feel you take me…” You lick your lips and softly continue. “I put the collar on, adjusted it to the right size and slid the padlock in place. I knew that if I locked it, I would be committed… to you. You squeeze my leg as you continue, “So before I locked it I thought of you, of how you would take me, how I would be forced to pleasure you… I thought of your lust as you would bite my lip, as you would pull my hair back to bend me to your kisses, how you would tear my top off to ravage my breast, to pull my nipples and to force me to take your cock… to kiss your cock” Your finger slipped between your lips, “and that you would fuck me, fuck my face, my mouth, my throat!” “Would you do that, Sir? Would you do that?” Your fingers rubbed your lips as you paused, your eyes glisten with moisture. I simply smile… “Continue, sweet one.” “Sir,” You have pulled your chair forward and are now leaning even closer to me as you whisper. “As I was thinking these things, my own hands were in my mouth, I was raping my mouth with my own fingers… It was incredibly exciting. My other hand found my sex, and I found then my fingers were driving into me… I could not help myself, Sir. I felt you were fucking my mouth, my throat… yet I also felt your cock inside my pussy.” You had pulled yourself closer and are nearly kneeling at my feet. Your hand is rubbing my inner thigh, as your thoughts are lost in the moment. “I could not help myself; I was loosing all control… and as my tongue lashed my hand, as my cunt clasped tightly on my fingers, as the waves started to roll over me, as I was cumming…. I locked the padlock.” I sense spasms washing across your body. As you finish telling the story your head collapses in my lap. “Ahh,” I stroke your hair, my hand brushes across your cheek and you turn to suckle my finger. “I am most pleased, you have done well, and shown your true potential. Yes, I shall call you Inanna – after the Sumerian Goddess of sexual love, fertility, and warfare. Given your propensity for sexual love it is quite Zeytinburnu escort fitting.” “But Sir, I already have a name…” “Shush, my Inanna, I will call you as I please, and when I please.” “Yes, Sir…” You meekly smile and return your head on my lap. I am aroused; your story had excited me more than I dare show. I am surprised that my young ingénue has such an effect on me. I will take you upstairs where I can further qualify you… such potential, such delicious potential. “Come my Inanna, let us adjourn to the penthouse where we can be more comfortable.” I take your slender hand and pull you up with me. Your other hand brushes against my stiffened manhood, you say nothing but as you straighten up, my hand cups your chin and you look up, a small twinkle in your eye, as a coy smile played on the corners of your mouth. You are a smart temptress and are already learning to judge my arousal. I drop a single large bill on the table and lead you out by the arm. In the future you will learn to walk behind me, but for now, I prefer that you are beside me. We enter the elevator and I insert my electronic key, the door closes and we start to rise. The glass walls of the elevator look out across the night sky, and as you hold the rail you look out over the city. “Do you like the view?” I ask, more as a distraction. Your tongue wets your lips as you smile back at me. “It is amazing, so many people, so many lovers, so much passion contained in a city.” You smile seductively, “And in a city they are all voyeurs? They like to watch?” “Yes, my Inanna, they are voyeurs and perhaps we should not disappoint them.” I extend the walking stick and push the stop button; the elevator comes to a stop and all noise ceases. The floor indicator displays the 12th floor, and we are well above the city street, yet close enough that we can still make out the people below. Your gaze has returned to the city, and you hold the rail with both hands. Your high heels push up your butt cheeks and you spread your legs slightly. I place my hands on your waist and squeeze your soft waist as I pull your butt against me. I slide your dress up, exposing your stockings, your garter belt and your delicate white panties. The contrast of your white panties against your firm tawny butt is invitation enough and I slide your panties down, over your butt, down your thighs and past your knees. They drop to your feet and I capture them with the dragon head of my cane. You ease each knee forward, just enough to free the panties from your high heels. I raise your panties to my mouth, and breathe in your aroma, your musky sex. Smiling, I slip them in my jacket pocket.
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