Meeting my new fuck-toy Kimberly

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Meeting my new fuck-toy KimberlyMy life is a story of two parts; in the daytime I am a respectable, mid-thirties professional guy with a normal circle of friends, a decent job and a normal suburban lifestyle. By night, I turn to the dark; I’m a kinky, dominant, perverted soul. It was during one of those nights recently that my mind started to wonder to its perverted depths. I was sat alone, feeling particularly lonely as my best friend was away on holiday. They say the devil finds work for idle hands, well that night the devil wasn’t pulling my strings, but rather he consumed me with ideas I knew I had to act on. Without hesitating, I started my search for a submissive, a vehicle for all my dark desires, someone for me to tease, to take my frustrations out on, someone who would submit to my sadistic will.I found her online, and at just twenty years old she was sixteen years younger than me. I thought probably too young as we exchanged messages, but as we continued the dialogue, I realised that actually she was what I needed; a project, something to develop, to build as I saw fit. We exchanged numbers and I agreed to meet her a few days later. Now conventional me; the guy who wears a suit had a full day of business that day, and therefore I went to meet her straight from work. I can’t explain why, but I felt that by turning up all suited and respectable I was betraying my darker side, and probably also feared that I’d come across as too vanilla, but as I sat on the train coming back from my meetings, my mind wondered and I found myself thinking all manner of things. It was at that point it dawned on me; I was not in conflict with myself, there was not something dark inside me, I was just being myself, and I am a kinky person. These two parts of me didn’t have to fight for supremacy within me, they were both me, and I had to make peace with that. The revelation couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a missile, I could combine both parts of my life. Yes, I’ll be honest, I do lie, I have told friends I met her on a dating website when in fact I met her through a BDSM website, and now as the relationship has progressed I refer to her as my girlfriend when I am in polite company as it sounds more proper that using the term submissive fuck-toy, but that’s the price of wanting my cake and eating it. Anyway, I had originally told her to meet me straight at the hotel that I’d booked, but fresh from my coming to terms with the fact that I can be a kinky bugger while still wearing my work clothes, I changed my mind and told her to meet me in a busy bar around the corner. I text her as I parked the car near the hotel to say I was on my way, and like a diligent submissive she text back immediately to tell me she was there early waiting for me, and would be sat outside. I thought to myself what a good girl she was as I walked down, taking my time to have a cigarette.When I arrived, she was sat wearing a short black dress, and black nylons that I would later learn were stockings. She must have been freezing on what was a cold December night, but she didn’t say so, and after we had been to the bar to collect a few glasses of wine, she obediently followed me outside so I could smoke as we talked, although talking was the last thing on my mind. We spoke openly, in some detail about what I wanted to do to her that night, and what I had in the bag in the boot of my car. I could already tell she was getting turned on, and I was too, not from her, but from the knowledge that we were talking openly in public, and people were intentionally being quiet to try and overhear what we were planning. I’d like to say it was me that decided enough talking, but in fact it was her, she downed half a glass of wine in one gulp, stood up and just said “let’s go to the hotel”. That was the only time that night that she called the shots.We walked back to my car, and I pulled out the bag of goodies she’d soon be punished and pleasured by. I’d spent well in excess of £100 on its contents earlier that day between meetings in London’s Soho district, and she was excited to see what I had to play with. Well she wasn’t samandağ escort going to wait long, the car park was next to the hotel, and after what seemed like an eternally long check in we were finally in the lift on the way to our room. While in the lift, she leaned forward and planed a gentle kiss on my lips “thank you for my drink” she said. We walked in the room, and she immediately asked if she could take my coat and bag, placing both with care on the desk in the corner. She kicked off her shoes, pulled her dress over her head and stood there in just a bra and stockings. My first instinct was that she was not the shy person I’d initially feared she was, but also realised how cold she must have been without any knickers on. I walked over and placed my hand on her pussy and my finger between her lips, and she was freezing. “I’ll warm you up soon enough” I said as this time I kissed her gently on the lips. I rapidly pulled off my clothes, probably as excited now as I was the first time I had sex and turned around to admire her figure. She was shorter than me, but only just and had lovely shoulder length brown hair. I asked her about her body as I walked around it, “How large are your breasts?” I demanded to know, she answered immediately “32 E” she said as she lifted her hands up from her side to first undo her bra, and then cup her boobs. Her pubic hair was trimmed short, too short for me. I don’t like immensely hairy girls, but I don’t like them shaved either. I informed her that if we were going to see each other again, she should grow some more. She nodded in agreement. I asked her what parts of her body were the most sensitive, still I was walking around her, almost interrogating her at this point, taking in all her responses for further use. “My nipples and my clit” she replied. I stopped and pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and finger, determined to squeeze harder until she complained. She never did. In the end, I let go and complimented her on her ability to stand there and take it. “What turns you on the most?” I asked “My nipples being played with and my bottom being spanked” I laughed to myself, I’d already done one of those things, and I was about to do the other. I spanked her as she stood there, each cheek taking a mighty whack from my hands, and I didn’t stop there. I instructed her to get on the bed face down, and started to rummage in the bag of tricks I had with me. We had discussed spanking at some length online, and the bag contained a traditional rattan cane, although that was going to be used later. For now, I removed the clear plastic butt plug from its wrapping (after some effort), and applied some lube to it, and her arsehole before pushing it into its natural home. Again, she didn’t make one sound of complaint. I then went back to the table and removed my belt from my trousers. I folded it over holding the buckle and end in my right hand, and told her she would be required to count every stroke, and thank me for it. She nodded, and I immediately whacked her hard across her bare bottom. “One, thank you sir” she said. I liked this, and proceeded to belt her until she had counted to fifteen. I was going to go to ten, but she didn’t seem to complain, so I carried on, although the last three were the hardest I have ever belted anyone in my life, and I could tell there was a quiver in her voice as she counted “f******n, thank you sir” and “fifteen, thank you sir”. I put the belt down and rubbed my hands over her red hot bottom, I spread my legs either side of hers, and told her to kneel up. My cock nestled between her bum cheeks as I caressed her breasts with my hands and pulled again on her hard nipples. I kissed the back of her neck, and told her that she had done well. Our sessions were planned on a repeating theme of punishment and reward, so I decided a reward was due. I stood up, told her to lie on her back and spread her legs. She did as she was told, exposing a warm, pink, moist pussy that I was going to enjoy. I love going down on women, and I decided to reward her with a good licking, I ığdır escort stood at the end of the bed, and steadied myself over her, slowly moving my head up her legs long enough for her to feel my breath on her thighs, and gently kissing her inside leg until I arrived at my nirvana. I slowly rubbed my tongue the over the whole length of her slit, and did so again and again until I pushed my tongue inside her wet and willing hole. She shuddered as I did, and then I headed north, looking for her tender, delicate and prized clit which I would suck on for a few minutes. After a few moments, she shook violently and let out a cry that sounded more like anguish than pleasure. I’d realised she’d had too much pleasure and immediately stopped; I learned a long time ago that orgasm denial is a powerful tool when breaking a woman, and I had no intention of allowing her to climax yet. It was time for more punishment. I returned to the bag, and took out the cane, although I had no intention of using it yet. I hooked it on the bathroom door so she could see and familiarise herself with the implement of her final torment. I then took out two more packages, a vibrator which like the butt plug was in a ridiculously difficult to open package, and a small clitoral stimulator, which in short looks like a lolly pop on a stick. The idea of this is simple; the woman turns it on and it vibrates against her clit. I put it in front of her face and explained my new source of entertainment. “Are you my girl now?” I asked? “Yes sir, she replied”. I was impressed with her willingness to please me. “I’m giving you this as a gift” I explained, “and you’ll take it with you, however, there are rules”. She looked attentively at me through her beautiful blue eyes waiting for further instruction. “I will text you from time to time with the word ‘clit’. At that point, I want you to stop what you are doing, no matter where you are and find somewhere to satisfy yourself with this and I want a picture of you doing it.” I grinned, but it was her wide eyed amazed smile that shocked me the most. She didn’t even question it. She hopped up, took it from me, kissed me and put it carefully in her handbag. She walked back and I stopped her, I was going to chastise her for getting up, but I can forgive enthusiasm, and to be honest her innocent charm was winning me over. I returned to the bag. I learned many years ago that two paperclips are as effective as nipple clamps as the proper thing, and clipped two I’d took from home onto her hard pink nipples. I then looked menacingly into her eyes “have you forgot to say thank you Kimberly?” “Oh thank you” she said hesitantly. I think maybe she thought I meant for the toy, but I meant for the pain and humiliation I’d decided I could inflict on her with simple office stationary. She stood there as I kissed her, then I put my hands on her bottom, still warm and I suspected very red. I made her sit on the end of the bed, by cock now rock hard and just in front of her face. I am not a fan of blow jobs; they do nothing for me, but she licked her lips in anticipation, and I let her, giving her clear instruction to suck by big pink bell end while I placed her hands on her head. She looked like a true submissive now, and I enjoyed her sucking my cock in her tiny mouth. Unlike most blow jobs I have received, this one did turn me on, and I grew harder and harder in her mouth, and in the end pulled out before I got too excited’ she wasn’t getting my hot cum wasted in her mouth. I stepped back, and bent down to grab her ankles, lifting up her legs and pushing her back onto the bed. She wriggled back, presenting her body to me. Her legs open and her most intimate parts on show, ready for me to use or abuse as I saw fit. I knelt between her legs and rubbed my cock between her pussy lips, I wanted to fuck her there and then, but also knew I had more fun planned. I nearly gave into my own desires and fucked her there and then, desperate to unload in her sweet pussy, but I held strong, stepped back and peeled off her stockings, her last protection from total nudity. She probably ısparta escort expected me to throw them on the floor, but instead I took one and tied her wrists together other her head. My attention now returned to her breasts and the paperclips digging into her tender nipples. I toyed with them for a moment, twisting them before I yanked them off, causing her to yelp in pain. I looked at her face, contorted my pain and humiliation and for a moment, felt regret, so I gently kissed and sucked her nipples “feel better?” I enquired “oh yes” she whispered. At that point, I must admit I lost control of my urges, I threw her on her back, and buried my head between her legs, licking furiously at her tight wet hole, and licking her clit. I had planned so much more before this, but my primal instinct took over; I had to have her. I had to cum inside her, to breed with her and make her mine for all eternity. As I licked, the butt plug bounced off my chin, I twisted it, and pumped it in and out before gently pulling it away. I’ll confess, I threw it across the room, and it took some time the morning after to find.I pulled myself up so I was lying flat on top of her, and using just the senses from the end of my cock, found my way to the way into heaven, I lay there staring intently into her eyes as I penetrated her for the first time, feeling my cock stretch her tight young pussy. She looked in heaven as I fucked away harder and harder, her head was bobbing from side to side, and her arms, still ties at the wrists were waving around so much I had to hold them down with my left hand and support my own weight with just my right. Just as I felt myself staring to climax, I did what I have done so often; stopped. I knelt back, pulling out and looked at her disappointed and confused face, then I knelt down and licked her again, only for a minute or so, and focussed only on her tender and now swollen clit. I wanted her almost ready to come so that I could fuck her and climax together, but instead went too far and made her come just from my mouth. She was in heaven, and the bed was soaked, so was my face. My chin in particular dripping with her sweet nectar. I got back on top and inside, her pussy soaked, but still tight. I pounded wildly, forcing myself deeper and deeper inside her. I was in heaven “I live in here now” I murmured as I approached my own heavy climax. Then I surprised her again, I kissed her and told her to lick her cum off my face; she did, tasting her juices on my chin and lips. At that point, I was done, and the week or so of cum I’d been saving up exploded inside her tight young pussy. I lay there for a moment exhausted. She looked at me and politely said that I had god stamina for a larger guy. I laughed, and at that point, flipped back into vanilla me. We opened some wine and held each other on the bed, both naked, playfully touching each other’s bodies. We did this for an hour or so, before watching some BDSM porn on my iPad and getting in the mood again. It was now late, and the toy bag was almost empty. I wasn’t ready to punish her again, so having already done battle with the packaging the vibrator was in, I used it over and over on her pussy, this time with her hands tied behind her back, bringing her to the point of orgasm but always denying it, instead choosing to have her climax on either my tongue, or my cock, depending upon my mood. Finally in the early hours of the morning the cane did get some use, but it was late and I was worried about the occupants of the other rooms in the hotel, so she got a quick ‘six of the best’ which actually became ten, each one counted out loud and thanked with her saying “thank you sir”. I let her lie there, before kneeling behind her and putting my hands under her hips. I pulled her up to the doggystyle position and fucked her pussy from behind, going deeper than I had before, and feeling her pelvic bone dig into the front of my cock got me harder and harder and caused me the most satisfying orgasm of the night, if not my life. I collapse onto of her, even my great stamina was now starting to wane. I pulled her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck lovingly before we both got under the covers. We spoke for a while, and then finally just before dawn, I turned off the lights and we slept for a few hours. I met her several more times after, and those stories will follow in time. Thanks for reading.Rich

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