About 9 years ago, I was friends with this chick and she kept telling me about her guy friend who was single. She gave me his number and told me to call him. I was hesitant because I was wondering why she was trying so hard to put him off on me if he were so great. She told me he was a stripper and they were friends from when she used to strip. When she told me what side of town he live on, I gave her the side eye. You have to have major cake to live in the condos he lived in.
So for months she begged me to call him but I still refused but finally told her to give him my number. When we finally met, geez, he was fine as hell! He told me he only liked big girls but most were intimidated by his looks and thought he didn’t really want them, so he just worked all the time to keep his mind off being single.
We talked on the phone quite a while and one night after I got off work and was fskw, I told him I was coming to his place. He paused, laughed, and told me to come over. He met me at the door with a kiss so passionate I didn’t even know my shirt was unbuttoned and hanging off one arm when he stepped away.
I knew he was a dominate and my submissive side was in full effect, even though I didn’t understand quite what it was until later. There was a very ornate chair in the middle of his livingroom. It looked like a mini throne. He instructed me to sit on the chair. I sat there while he removed my clothes little by little, stroking my face, and kissing my body as he revealed more and more of my skin.
Usually I am really shy about my body but the more he saw of me the more I saw this look in his eyes that let me know I could relax. It was like he was worshipping me with his eyes. He removed his clothes and my mouth, I am sure, was hanging open. His body was like a work of art: golden brown skin, muscles every where, and a killer white, dimpled smile.
He told me to stand up, turn away from him, and face the chair. From behind me, he rubbed oils into my body from head to toe. I could feel how hard he was because it kept rubbing against my naked skin as he rubbed and kissed, rubbed, and kissed. My knees were so weak that he was practically holding me upright. He would also rub my clit occasionally and that had my wetness actually running down my legs.
He bent me over and told me to wrap my fingers around the arms of the chair. He tied my wrist to the chair with two ribbons. I remember thinking in my head that they would slide off because they were silk. Its like he heard my thoughts because he asked me to try to get out of them but I couldn’t.
I felt him move behind me, place his body on top of mine, and reach around. He was rubbing my stomach. I hate my stomach because its big and I laughed a little because I was nervous and insecure. He sat up real quick, stood to the side, massaged my clit with two of his fingers and at the same time hit my butt hard as hell. My body was so confused at the mix of pleasure and pain.
He tormented me like that for like 5 minutes but it felt much longer. Then he just walked off and sat on the sofa, leaving me tied up to the chair, naked and exposed. I could feel him staring at me. I felt so very naked. Finally he got up and walked over. I heard a condom wrapper, a pause, then he placed his hands on my waist and guided himself into me. And he began to dance.
He danced inside of me. Slow winding and smooth pelvic thrust…. He was stripping inside of me ya’ll and I just came and came. I was strapped to that chair for more than an hour. When he untied me and stepped away, I fell to the floor, still orgasming. He picked me up and sat me in the chair and slowly put my clothes back on. On my way out of the door, he pushed me against it, put his hand down my pants and flicked my sensitive clit twice and I started to orgasm again. I ran walked out of the door. I am walking across the parking lot still moaning and cumming.
I don’t even remember the drive home but later that morning when I woke up, I ran through everything that happened in my head and became afraid. He called and called and I just avoided him until he stopped calling. I was young, really inexperienced at sex….I had just lost my virginity a few years before this. I didn’t know how to handle it so I ran.
Wouldn’t you know I end up engaged to a dominate just a year and a few months after this experience? lol