I text back, "What is your name sweetheart, we had such a good time, you never told me?"
"Megan, can I ask you something?" , she replied
"Sure, call me, I hate having text conversations, they lose their meaning, and you can guide me into your secret place, it's kinda dark."
The phone rang, "Jake, I've never done this before, but we had such great chemistry, and I am a bit hesitant. What is the deal with you and one of the waitress there? She kept looking over at us and trying to interrupt."
"Oh her, yes. We dated a few times, turns out she was into BDSM also, but she is too much of a liar, and child. It's actually funny because she forgets her lies and continues to lead a life wrapped around a 38 year old manager there who sleeps with as many girls there as possible. I wouldn't stick my cock in her if she was the last, trust me Megan, I'm about quality, not quantity." I assured her.
"I trust you, I don't why I do so early, but my gut is telling me you are deeper than a physical hook up", Megan cheerily replied.
Megan and I had an earlier discussion about food, while at the charity event. I informed her that I enjoyed cooking and experimenting with certain dishes. I read a lot about cooking, dieting, and health, and so did she. She lived in a townhouse, and due to the layout we had to go through her kitchen to get to her non-formal living area. I noticed she had some expensive cooking utensils on the counter, including an extravagant 20 piece knife set and complimented her on them.
We made our way to her living room couch, and as we were talking, she asked what do I drink? I told her that I enjoy Cranberry Vodka after a couple of beers, and she made one for the both of us.
After a few drinks she got closer to me and lunged in quickly for a kiss. Once we started kissing a bit she said to me, “I know you are into the BDSM lifestyle. I want you to teach me. Tell me what it’s about and train me in becoming a submissive.”
“I would be willing to train you, but I do not have time for a full-blown relationship,” I responded.
“I understand. Right now I want to take things slow. I am trying to start my life over after my abusive relationship,” she stated.
We made our way to the bedroom, and I noticed she had a nice candle layout. We got naked quickly.
“Do you have any belts and thin sheets?” I asked.
She showed me where she kept them. I grabbed a couple of her belts and sheets.
“Do you trust me?” I asked her.
.
“The moment I started talking to you I loved your voice. I trust you 1000%,” she replied.
I took the two sheets and bound her legs wide open to the posts and I took a few of her belts and tied her wrists to the headboard. She seemed very nervous at first. “Relax,” I said to her, “Everything will be fine.”
“Don’t worry. Do what you want to do to me,” she answered, probably somewhat due to her intoxicated state, but it set things at ease.
I lit about 6 or 7 of her candles. “These are going to come into play at some point in the night,” I informed her. She looked a bit confused.
“This has to come off,” I said, referring to the thin strip of hair above her clam.
“That’s fine,” she assured me, “I promise to shave it off tomorrow, or tonight after we have sex I will shower and shave it.”
“No,” I said, “I’m going to take care of it right now.” I went to the bathroom and took out her cream and razor, while she was bound to the bed. I carefully shaved the excess hair that was above her clam. I wiped her down, and gave her a soft kiss ontop of her pubic bone.
“Next time, make sure you are smooth and ready for me,” I demanded.
“I will,” she said.
I commanded, “No. Say yes, Sir.” She understood and promptly nodded her head and bit her tongue.
The candles had been lit awhile, so I grabbed one and dripped some wax on her nipples, chest, stomach, thighs and shin. She flinched a few times, but quickly realized that she enjoyed the pain and pleasure, just as I had learned when I lost my virginity. I didn't drip any wax on her scars, instead towards the end I kissed all of her scars.
“You are a beautiful woman. Don’t ever let a man bring you down that way,” I told her. She almost teared up in happiness.
All the wax had dried in drops all over her body. “I will be right back,” I assured her. I went into her beautiful gourmet kitchen and found a filet knife for cutting fish. When I returned to the bedroom she had a horrified look on her face.
“Don’t worry,” I said while calming her.
I then slowly and carefully peeled all of the wax off of her body with the edge of the knife. She was quivering and panting, most likely reliving the terror of her abusive past. After I removed all of the wax, I returned the knife to the kitchen, re-entered the bedroom and immediately released her from her bindings.
As soon as she was free she lunged and grabbed and held me hard, “Thank you so much! I’m very much in love with you!” she said excitedly.
“You are not in love me . Right now, you just learned what BDSM is all about. It’s all about trust and being open with one another, about pushing your limits and overcoming your fears.” I said to her.
"I want to fuck you now!", Megan exclaimed.
I informed her, “Megan, we are NOT going to have sex tonight. We are going to rest, snuggle, and absorb what we have gone through.”
We held each other that night, but I didn't sleep. Megan fell asleep on my chest, holding me still tight. I kept thinking all night, what will I do to her tomorrow in the morning?
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"Megan, can I ask you something?" , she replied
"Sure, call me, I hate having text conversations, they lose their meaning, and you can guide me into your secret place, it's kinda dark."
The phone rang, "Jake, I've never done this before, but we had such great chemistry, and I am a bit hesitant. What is the deal with you and one of the waitress there? She kept looking over at us and trying to interrupt."
"Oh her, yes. We dated a few times, turns out she was into BDSM also, but she is too much of a liar, and child. It's actually funny because she forgets her lies and continues to lead a life wrapped around a 38 year old manager there who sleeps with as many girls there as possible. I wouldn't stick my cock in her if she was the last, trust me Megan, I'm about quality, not quantity." I assured her.
"I trust you, I don't why I do so early, but my gut is telling me you are deeper than a physical hook up", Megan cheerily replied.
Megan and I had an earlier discussion about food, while at the charity event. I informed her that I enjoyed cooking and experimenting with certain dishes. I read a lot about cooking, dieting, and health, and so did she. She lived in a townhouse, and due to the layout we had to go through her kitchen to get to her non-formal living area. I noticed she had some expensive cooking utensils on the counter, including an extravagant 20 piece knife set and complimented her on them.
We made our way to her living room couch, and as we were talking, she asked what do I drink? I told her that I enjoy Cranberry Vodka after a couple of beers, and she made one for the both of us.
After a few drinks she got closer to me and lunged in quickly for a kiss. Once we started kissing a bit she said to me, “I know you are into the BDSM lifestyle. I want you to teach me. Tell me what it’s about and train me in becoming a submissive.”
“I would be willing to train you, but I do not have time for a full-blown relationship,” I responded.
“I understand. Right now I want to take things slow. I am trying to start my life over after my abusive relationship,” she stated.
We made our way to the bedroom, and I noticed she had a nice candle layout. We got naked quickly.
“Do you have any belts and thin sheets?” I asked.
She showed me where she kept them. I grabbed a couple of her belts and sheets.
“Do you trust me?” I asked her.
.
“The moment I started talking to you I loved your voice. I trust you 1000%,” she replied.
I took the two sheets and bound her legs wide open to the posts and I took a few of her belts and tied her wrists to the headboard. She seemed very nervous at first. “Relax,” I said to her, “Everything will be fine.”
“Don’t worry. Do what you want to do to me,” she answered, probably somewhat due to her intoxicated state, but it set things at ease.
I lit about 6 or 7 of her candles. “These are going to come into play at some point in the night,” I informed her. She looked a bit confused.
“This has to come off,” I said, referring to the thin strip of hair above her clam.
“That’s fine,” she assured me, “I promise to shave it off tomorrow, or tonight after we have sex I will shower and shave it.”
“No,” I said, “I’m going to take care of it right now.” I went to the bathroom and took out her cream and razor, while she was bound to the bed. I carefully shaved the excess hair that was above her clam. I wiped her down, and gave her a soft kiss ontop of her pubic bone.
“Next time, make sure you are smooth and ready for me,” I demanded.
“I will,” she said.
I commanded, “No. Say yes, Sir.” She understood and promptly nodded her head and bit her tongue.
The candles had been lit awhile, so I grabbed one and dripped some wax on her nipples, chest, stomach, thighs and shin. She flinched a few times, but quickly realized that she enjoyed the pain and pleasure, just as I had learned when I lost my virginity. I didn't drip any wax on her scars, instead towards the end I kissed all of her scars.
“You are a beautiful woman. Don’t ever let a man bring you down that way,” I told her. She almost teared up in happiness.
All the wax had dried in drops all over her body. “I will be right back,” I assured her. I went into her beautiful gourmet kitchen and found a filet knife for cutting fish. When I returned to the bedroom she had a horrified look on her face.
“Don’t worry,” I said while calming her.
I then slowly and carefully peeled all of the wax off of her body with the edge of the knife. She was quivering and panting, most likely reliving the terror of her abusive past. After I removed all of the wax, I returned the knife to the kitchen, re-entered the bedroom and immediately released her from her bindings.
As soon as she was free she lunged and grabbed and held me hard, “Thank you so much! I’m very much in love with you!” she said excitedly.
“You are not in love me . Right now, you just learned what BDSM is all about. It’s all about trust and being open with one another, about pushing your limits and overcoming your fears.” I said to her.
"I want to fuck you now!", Megan exclaimed.
I informed her, “Megan, we are NOT going to have sex tonight. We are going to rest, snuggle, and absorb what we have gone through.”
We held each other that night, but I didn't sleep. Megan fell asleep on my chest, holding me still tight. I kept thinking all night, what will I do to her tomorrow in the morning?
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Reading your blog does something to my inner sex demon that drives it crazy.. the intensity of your posts can be felt as I read it.. somehow for a moment I wish I was Megan
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