*The following is a true story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did experiencing it.
I met Gregory thru a chat room for locals in my area a while back. I was about to sign off for the night, as I was getting disgusted with the lack of intelligent people to talk to, when he popped up in a private message. I had listed my interest in BDSM on my member profile and he decided to take the chance and see if I was interested in taking on a new submissive.
We chatted for hours that first night and before we parted we exchanged pictures. Mine were G-rated and pretty tame while his were showing him in various states of bondage. I was very turned on by the sight of him in such pleasure and pain. He was 33 years old, but looked much younger. He had short, wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes that showed the intensity behind them I was going to experience firsthand. His build was slight yet toned from his job as a landscaper and he was tanned evenly from hours in the sun. His cock was clearly visible in the photos: caged here, wrapped in slender ropes there, but always erect and begging to be touched. I estimated from the pictures for him to be around average size (and I was pleasantly surprised when I met him to find out that I underestimated him). I imagined the feel of his skin against mine as I gazed at the pictures for days after we first started talking.
We finally decided to meet at his house for our first session. I was incredibly nervous as I agonized over what to wear. I was dripping wet with anticipation as I put on high cut black lace panties with a matching bra to grace my 34DD breasts. Men have always been attracted to my breasts, a fact that never went unnoticed by me, and I strived this night to make sure he would love the sight of them. Over my under things I put on a short and low cut deep red dress that accentuated my curves and brought out the red in my long curly auburn hair and played up my green eyes. I couldn’t help but to rub my s... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
