While at my desk, his special tone rang from my phone. Quickly grabbing it and opening the app, the text read: 7 pm pos1 weekend. That was it. Those few cryptic terms gave me tingling shivers as I felt my pussy react with warmth and moisture. I thought, finally! I had not cum in days and was beginning to go crazy with desire. I should explain.I have always been socially shy and psychologically submissive, at least when it comes to all things sexual. It’s something I despise but seem to be stuck with, no matter how I try to overcome it. Looking in a mirror, I know I’m attractive and sexually appealing. Longish red hair, firm C-cup boobs, appealing facial appearance, nice rounded ass and shapely legs—what’s not to like and desire. Plus, I’m intelligent. Always got good grades, graduated at or near the top of all my classes. Now I’m a patent attorney with my own successful business, Susan C. Kelly, LLC, P.A.I get nervous, almost uncomfortable, in social situations, especially when they begin to involve emotional and sexual situations. It’s not like I’m a virgin or even inexperienced. I believed my girlfriends in high school when they told me how wonderful having sex was. I just had to do it—so I did. It was underwhelming. So I tried it more, with more guys. It got better, but I never had an orgasm—never felt the thrills my friends described in such vivid detail. Well, that’s not totally true. When I let my fingers roam I would shiver and moan in addicting, orgasmic pleasure.One Saturday during my freshman year at university I went to a frat party—one of many I’d attended—where I met Jeff. His manner and appearance spoke to me; plus, having already consumed a glass of their spiked punch, I was more approachable and responsive. I had found alcohol and weed to be partial cures for my shyness.We danced and drank as we moved to the music. I was my usual self, trying to be friendly, talking when spoken to, smiling and laughing at his jokes, enjoying him slyly admiring both my boobs as they joggled around, nipples hard more often than not, and my mini-skirt covered legs as they followed his moves.My sense that he was more aggressive than other guys I’d known was quickly proven correct when he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him.“Where are we going?”“To my room.”“You don’t lack self-confidence do you,” I observed.I allowed myself to be pulled along. It’s not that I didn’t know what was going to come next—sex was clearly his end objective. It’s not that I was opposed to that, in fact, it was one of the reasons I’d gone to the party in the first place.Even though I’d never had an orgasm from conventional, every-day male-female sex, I still enjoyed the pleasure it generated. I could, and would, take care of myself later, but meanwhile had fun with the whole experience. I obviously knew my goal was missing. Maybe I’d just not met the right guy, but at nineteen, with my fairly limited experience, I was confident that one day “it” would happen.Replying to my self-confidence remark, he said, “You’d have resisted, said no, jerked away from me, done something to make clear it wasn’t happening. Instead, here we are.”He opened the door before I could reply, and in we went. Typical frat room—I’d been in a few—except that there was only one bed. He had the room to himself. I figured from his manner and bearing he was no newbie. I presumed he was probably an officer of the frat’s leadership.As I was about to speak, he pulled me into a lip-locking kiss. Soon we were swapping spit. His short, dark beard scraped as we both moved our bodies against each other. I could feel his hardness grinding against me—it felt good and promising. My nips had hardened and the moisture was building between my legs. As always, I hoped that this might be the guy who would do “it” for me.We finally parted, both of us doing some version of “whew!”“Baby, I could enjoy those kisses all night. You’ve got some skills, and have I mentioned how nice your body is yet?” I just smiled and shook my head. “Well, it’s great. Your tits are magnificent,” he said, as he grabbed the hem of my faded Minnie Mouse tee shirt and pulled it up. I raised my arms. Off it came, exposing my thin, sheer, red half-cup bra overflowing with my “magnificent” boobs.Thoroughly turned on by now, I turned around. “Unhook me please.”“Gladly.” My bra dropped to the floor, and I turned back. He grabbed my nips, squeezing them hard as he pulled me back to him and into another kiss. The pain shot through me, seeming to go to both my brain and pussy. Whatever happened, I loved the feeling.Soon he broke the kiss. His hands went to my shoulders and pushed down. “Get on your knees and suck it.”I was pleasantly mesmerized and happily complied. I freed his well-sized member and took him in as deep as I could, having not yet mastered the art of deep throat. He must have enjoyed my efforts because his moans and words of encouragement and appreciation started almost immediately.I went on for a while, making sure not to make him cum—I wanted all that shooting in me later. Soon enough we were both naked in bed and he was returning the oral favor with a quite talented tongue. He almost got me off, but I couldn’t quite make it over the hill to the promised land.Then the fucking started. He was no shrinking violet. He gave me everything he had, and I loved Esenyurt escort bayan it, reciprocating as best I could from being pinned to the bed, legs under his shoulders. I certainly gave him all the verbal encouragement and appreciation that I could.Suddenly he stopped, withdrew, and flipped me up onto my knees like I was a feather. Then, whack, whack, whack, one slap after another on my ass. Startled at first, I yelped. Then it was like when he pinched my nips, only even more intense—pain giving way to an exciting pleasure. He plunged back into me, fucking and slapping me at the same time.By now the crest of my long-sought hill was well in sight. “Beat my ass! Harder! Fuck that pussy. Slap me. Make it burn!” They were like lightning bolts. Each one lit up my brain and tormented my clit with previously unknown thrills. It was finally going to happen. “Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum!” It started as he kept pounding into me. My muscles clamped down on his cock as I began to quiver. “Fuck YES! Fuckin’ yes, yes!” I was out of my mind ecstatic when I faintly heard him groan and felt his hot spunk shooting in me. Three years of frustration overcome by a painful beating. My ass was on fire, but I was consumed by an incredible feeling of intense passion. I’d discovered the key: embrace my submissiveness, give in to certain torments in pursuit of fulfilling orgasmic ecstasy.I collapsed to the bed. My muscles were still clamped tight to his dick, so in spite of my copious slipperiness and his spunk, he was pulled down with me. Then he rolled off me, leaving me empty and already missing the feeling.“Hey girl, you put on quite a display. I guess you enjoyed yourself. I know I enjoyed the hell out of you!”After a quick mental debate if I should tell him, I figured what the hell. “That was my first orgasm ever from a guy and his cock. I’d begun to give up hope, but don’t get a swollen head, unless it’s on your dick.”I started laughing and couldn’t stop. He got a confused look and then tried to calm me down, reassure me, anything to get me to stop. I kept trying to tell him it wasn’t him, but just couldn’t coherently get it out. Turning, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding tight until I finally calmed down and assured him he was great. I passed it off as just a woman’s feelings that had no explanation. It was really my uncontrolled extreme joy and exhilaration.We did it two more times that night with similar results, leaving out my crazy laughter and with less ass slapping. My poor cheeks were already stingingly tender. He did add slapping my clit with his splendid cock. That brought me to orgasm once I got over the startling, electrical-like shock. My nips were not overlooked in his rather complete attention to my body. He managed to bring their tenderness up to the no-bra-tolerated level in the morning. My orgasms were even stronger than the first go-round.I slept the sleep of the dead. We woke sometime between ten and eleven with him ready for another go. I was in no condition for more due to the remaining aches and pains he had inflicted on me, so I satisfied him with an ardent blow job, letting no spunk escape.We saw each other a few more times, all of which I thoroughly enjoyed, but he was basically an all too obvious Lothario. I was not looking for true love, but just being a convenient piece of ass was a bit much for me, even for the thrills he gave me. So, I dated the few guys that asked me—sometimes having sex, sometimes actually having an orgasm—but never finding another that could push, or spank, my buttons. I’m sure most of this was due to my shyness, but I am what I am. I need to be “taken” and used by a dominant, assertive man, which I had not found—and was too shy to ask for.So, life went on. I received my bachelor’s degree in electrical engineering and my Juris Doctor with an emphasis on patent law. After receiving three employment offers and some valuable advice from a trusted professor, I decided to go it on my own. It was slow at first, but gradually I became known and developed a lucrative practice. My love life remained pedestrian, to put a good spin on it.I had long been using various porn sites to aid my self-gratification. One day I clicked on an ad for FetWorld.com. Finding that it catered to my interests and needs, I joined and took my time filling out a complete profile that described my desires and my appearance. I posted one picture, a nude side view with my face turned away, confident that it showed plenty to garner interest, but not enough to be identifiable.I quickly discovered how many creeps and nutcases there are out there. I answered a few of the possibly interesting responses I received but inevitably they followed with something rude or crude—I never replied. Then, months later, I received an interesting, sane note with a very pleasing, everyday-type picture.I answered in a neutral sort of way, giving some further general particulars beyond my profile without trying to sound desperate. He responded back in a similar manner, not pushing me for verbal or personal contact. My interest peaked. We had several more back and forth exchanges, each of us revealing a bit more each time. He had me hooked and I knew it. So when he suggested a phone conversation, I gave him the number of a disposable Escort Etiler cell phone I’d already acquired. I sent him the number and suggested a day and time for him to call.Two days later at 8 pm the phone rang, displaying a blocked number. He was being as careful as me. We talked for over an hour, covering our various life experiences, including sexual exploits and desires. The conversation ended with an agreement to meet for coffee on Saturday at noon, giving descriptions of how to recognize each other. After disconnecting, I put clothespins on my nipples, and furiously rubbed and finger-fucked my soaked pussy to a delicious orgasm. I had high hopes.The meeting went well. There were no unpleasant surprises. Apparently, we’d both been honest with each other. We disclosed our identities and exchanged business cards. Craig was thirty-nine and owned his own business, an independent engineering company that he’d started eleven years ago. He clearly was into a substantial six-figure income, as was I. Our conversation developed and moved along. We delved deeper and deeper into our sexual proclivities, desires and experiences. My submissiveness seemed to mesh nicely with his dominant urges.It was clear that it was time for our first meeting to conclude. That’s when he said, “So, this has been very pleasant. It feels to me like we have the beginnings of, to say the least, an interesting and satisfying relationship. If you are of the same mind, I’d like to take you to dinner tonight at Le Bernadin.”“I’d love to go. I’ve been wanting to try it. I’ve heard and read such good things. What time?”“I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something short and sexy to show off that beautiful body. Plan on the weekend.”My pussy tingled at the thought. “I think I can meet your requirements, and flattery will get you everywhere. Nice to hear you’ve noticed my ‘beautiful body’.”He reached in a pocket, pulled out an egg-shaped object, and handed it to me with this instruction, “Have this in your pussy when I arrive. It’ll make dinner even more interesting.”“Yes Sir!” I replied with a smile, knowing what it was. “I’m sure it will make it very interesting.”His invitation and the thought of that egg vibrating in me, under his control, had gotten me quite stirred up.“Craig, it’s going on two. If I’m going to be as appealing as you expect me to be, I need to get going and make preparations.”He started laughing. “If it wasn’t for their up-scale dress requirements I’d take you in those yoga pants and crop top. You know you look hot, don’t you? Every so often your nipples have been making an appearance. Each time, that sight made me hard. I highly doubt you need much supplementary help to look sexier than you are naturally.”I felt the blush run up my neck to my forehead and felt my nipples harden. My verbal shyness had never prevented me from wanting to make the most of my physical attributes. Unable to meet his gaze, I replied quietly, “I think I just had a chill and shivered a bit. Now I seriously need to go. I’m quite looking forward to tonight. See you at seven.”With that, we both stood and I began to leave. He gently held my arm and pulled me close, giving me a light peck on my cheek. It quickly turned into a lip-to-lip passionate kiss. When we parted my temperature had gone up several degrees. He turned to leave, saying, “Pick you up at seven, sexy one.”It had been a very long time since I’d had the feelings I was experiencing, and I was thrilled. I had such high hopes for tonight and the weekend. “Plan on the weekend” had exhilarated me.Before I knew it, the grandfather struck seven and the doorbell chimed. Craig was there dressed impeccably.“Wow, it is possible for you to look even sexier than earlier.”Of course I blushed. “Thank you kind Sir. You are looking rather dashing yourself.”“That slit up the side of your mini skirt is very intriguing, as is your camisole. I can’t decide if it’s sheer or not, very clever fabric. I’ll be spending moments sneaking glances, trying to discern just exactly… I’ll leave it at that… for now anyway.”“Good idea.” Smiling, I knew I’d chosen perfectly for the evening.“Come my dear, your chariot awaits.”I took his hand, letting him lead me to his car. He enjoyed the view as I sat down and turned in the seat. The slit allowed the otherwise straight silk skirt to show my legs and probably the slightest bit of my black lace thong.He was just sitting in his seat as I was putting on my seatbelt. That’s when it hit me. “Damn!” I blurted out.“Riveting isn’t it?” he said, as he laughed.“You’re a sadistic brute,” I said, not really meaning it. Actually, it felt pretty good once the initial shock passed.“I take great offense at that,” he said with a smile, as the vibrations started to rapidly cycle on and off but at a lower intensity. “Besides, you knew what it was and placed it in its present location. I certainly didn’t force you.”I was getting to like him more and more. He understood my needs and clearly knew how to satisfy them. I could only wonder what was in store for later tonight and the weekend.“It is rather pleasing,” I admitted.“The thing is, you do not have permission to cum. If you do, you will incur punishment sometime tonight.”“I already feel one building. You actually expect me to somehow not give in to it?”“Only Eyüp escort if you want to avoid punishment.”“What do you consider punishment?”“Something painful. Could be any number of things. It’s better if it’s a surprise. Those hard nipples are a tempting target.”I looked down. They were majorly on display. “I’m back to sadistic brute,” I said with a pout. I’d never admit it to him, but I was curious what he’d do as punishment. I saw the restaurant in sight so I just let it go.“When the valet opens your door make sure to open your legs wide as you get out so he gets a good view. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”“What a mind you have. I’m also sure he’ll appreciate it,” I said, laughing as I did.We pulled up to the valet area, and a boy in his late teens opened my door, standing to the side, waiting for me to get out. I thought his eyes would pop out when I gave him a very good view of my sheer lace thong. I almost wished I could have given him more satisfaction at a later time, but that was really not me. Craig was definitely having an impact on my natural modesty.There are many words that would describe my dinner experience: interesting, sexual, taxing, delicious, amusing, wonderful—I could go on. The food and wine were amazing. Conversation with Craig was delightful. His manipulation of my egg was at times very titillating and at times extremely testing of my utmost self-control. Twice he’d almost forced one out of me, but each time I resisted, barely. I’d never had such a kaleidoscopical range of events happen in my life.He signaled our waiter for the check, then turned to me, saying ”After he leaves the check, take off your panties and hand them to me across the table,”I was shocked at his request. Everything else had been hidden, this was quite out I the open. “You expect me to slip off my thong and hand it to you now, when anyone who happens to be looking our way will see what I’m doing? Why are you trying to embarrass me?”“I’m not particularly trying to embarrass you, although I suppose that could be a side effect. You need to learn to do what you’re told. You didn’t join FetWorld or come with me tonight for a casual night out. You want you’re needs met. You want the whole experience, and you’ve chosen me to provide it. So do what I say,” he replied calmly. I was stunned. People, especially men, didn’t talk to me like that. Jeff was the only one that came close, and that was years ago. But he was right. I had needs and I wanted “the whole experience.”The waiter had laid the check on the table and departed. Craig just looked at me. I reached the necessary few inches up my skirt and pulled my very moist thong down my legs, then wadded it into a ball and handed it to him without saying a word.He took it without a word and shook it fully open, stretching it wide like it was on a hanger. Then, turning the egg to high, he held my thong close to his face and took a deep breath. “Oh, you smell absolutely delicious. Your succulent juice must be just oozing from what I can only imagine, at this point, to be a very hot and needy pussy.”As he was oh so calmly saying this, I was clutching the table edge with both hands, using all my self-control to not explode in a giant orgasm. I had managed to hold off so far, sometimes just barely, but I’d managed it. I was not about to give in now, but what little control I had left was swiftly waning. If he did not relent soon I knew I was screwed, and not in the way I so desired. While I was enduring the exquisite torture, he had laid my thong on the table near his plate. Part of me was mortified and part proud of my boldness. Soon he was paying the check and conversing with the waiter about how much we had enjoyed the dinner. I noticed his eyes go to my thong and then to me. Penny for your thoughts I wanted to say but didn’t. I just thought the hell with the waiter, let’s get the fuck outta here, but again held back. Then the waiter departed and the egg stopped. I gasped and almost collapsed. “Well my dear, this has been quite the night so far—““You’re damn right it has. I’m about to die from holding back orgasms. That egg is evil.”He chuckled as he said, “So I’ve been told. We did agree on a safe word, so you could’ve stopped it at any time.”Of course he was right. I replied, “Just cuz I have a pussy doesn’t mean I am one.”“Quite true. I think we understand each other perfectly. So let’s get on with our weekend.” He picked up my thong, putting it in his coat pocket, and offered me his other hand. “Let me help you. You look so fabulously sexy in those four-inch heels, and wonderfully suggestive, barely-there threads, I would hate to see you possibly take a tumble.”“Thank you, kind sir.” I took his hand and slid out of the round booth, my satin skirt riding up far enough to give him a clear view of my freshly waxed puss. His stare and lavish smile told me all I needed to know. As fiery as I felt, I was also proud I’d been able to hold back. I’m not sure I’d ever been so turned on. Desire was running rampant through me. We did understand each other. He was testing my submissiveness like no previous partner had ever done. I was enraptured by him.As we walked, hand in hand, he said, “Make sure you wait for the valet to open the car door for you. Then give him a good view. Who knows, he may never have seen what a mature woman in full bloom looks like, give him some food for thought.”“I’d love to know his thoughts when he sees my perfect pussy.” I shocked myself as those words flowed out so easily. Just a day ago I doubt they would have occurred to me, let alone my desire to show off what few men or women had seen.