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Plaything for a Night (part 1)I had been chatting with Sir for a long time online but had never met or even planned on meeting in real life. It was just fun chatting with him. Over the months we had shared gotten to know each other quite well, starting first with comments on naughty videos, and then chatting about fantasies. I had shared things with him that I had never shared with anyone. Although this was new to me, he had much more experience and patiently guided me to explore my submissive side. We discussed videos and how they made me feel and how they made him feel. As he figured out what turned me on he would push me more deeply in that direction by asking me questions and getting me to tell him my fantasies. He would tell me of his experiences and plans for things to try in the future. Plus we just talked about life – books, news, movies – I enjoyed all our conversations. Eventually we were talking on a regular basis and I was happily calling him Sir.This however was just online. We lived on opposite sides of the country. We were happy to know we would never meet up and we knew one day the online conversations would end with us both going our own way. Me, probably continuing my safe life, and him moving onto some other new girl who was curious about submission and spanking and being taken care of as a plaything. This known, it was much to my amazement when an opportunity came up to actually meet each other in real life. I was travelling for work and ended up with a four hour layover in his home town! He knew I didn’t want to ever move beyond our online conversation, and besides four hours was not a very long layover, but we decided it was fate. We decided to meet-up at the airport bar for a drink. It would be platonic but it would be great to just get to have a conversation face-to-face. When my flight landed I was super eager for our meeting, I barely noticed the storm brewing outside the airplane windows. Despite knowing it was going to be platonic meeting, I couldn’t help but feel a little worked up. I stopped in the washroom to freshen up before going out past security to bar. I freshen up my minimal make-up, brush my hair and pull it back into a ponytail, and just give myself a look over. I wasn’t dressed as nicely as I would have like but as I was spending the day travelling it wasn’t practical to be wearing a cute little dress or uncomfortable lingerie. I had put on a nice pair of jeans, a light fitted sweater and my knee high boots. I knew he would never see them, but I had also put on a prettier pair of panties and matching bra – both of white cotton trimmed with lace that let you see ever so slightly through them. I had to wear a scarf on the plane to hide the fact my nipples, if hard, could be seen pushing against the bra and sweater fabric. I put the scarf in my bag before going down to the bar though so that Sir could get that effect.When I arrived at the bar he was already there and had already ordered my a white wine. We hugged like old friends and I smiled as I saw him inspect me. I was shocked at how easily we settled into conversation. Although we had plenty of innuendo in what we said, it was generally just familiar and easy. He ordered me a second glass of wine, as as I finished bahis firmaları it as I looked at my phone to see when I would have to go board my next flight. I let out a gasp. My next flight was delayed until tomorrow morning due to weather! We looked out the windows, which before we had been ignoring, to see that in fact it was quite the storm outside. We walked together over to my airline’s ticket agents to see what was going to happen with the flights. I was never any good at confrontation and so I would probably have taken the answer they gave me that there was nothing they could do… I was stuck here until the morning. Sir however was a bit better in these situations. He talked to the agent in a firm but polite way. By the time he was done with them they had upgraded my flight in the morning to a first class ticket and had given me a voucher for a free night at the airport hotel. I was so appreciative of his help. But I was also getting turned on listening to him talk to the agent. His tone was the same that he used when he spoke of being dominate in the bedroom – making her want to do what he asked. With the crisis now solved, I became awkward, not knowing what to do next. More than a conversation over a drink had never been part of the plan. “Look,” he said “there is no pressure here. I’ve really enjoyed our visit today. As you said it was fate that we should get to meet. I will consider today a success if I walk away now and we can talk again online in the future. However, like you said, if it was fate that we got together to chat, maybe it is fate that you also have a hotel room here for the night. When I saw the storm coming I hoped this would be a possibility. I optimistically packed a few things just incase we got to spend the night together. What I propose is that I go out to my car and get my bag while you wait here and think. If you want things to end now, you just go over to the hotel, get your room, and we will talk online at some point in the future. Just like how we planned. However, if you want we can finally explore some of those fantasies you’ve shared with me. If I come back and you are still here, you will call me Sir and you will be my kitten and we will go play.”He gave me a kiss on the head and walked away. I stood confused, unsure what to do. For a second I thought about walking away but I couldn’t help but think about how this was fate and how many times I had longed for this experience. All of our conversations and images from our favourite movies played in my head. Instead of walking away, I found myself letting those memories grow in me, getting me wet and excited. When he returned, nearly 20 minutes later, I was still there. I was nervous but excited. I barely remember the following events as I greeted him as Sir, we went over to the hotel, and got our room. He had brought a small bag, not much bigger than a briefcase, with him from his car which he placed on the desk in the hotel room. He started by laying out some ground rules, which gave me time to get used to the idea of what we were going to do. Although, he said, he was in charge, he said he would be asking me along the way to make sure I wanted to continue.First he asked me if would let him do an inspection. He obviously casino oyna remembered that was one of my first fantasies. First he had me take my boots and socks off and then stand in the middle of the room. He walked around me slowly, taking everything in. He slipped my sweater over my head. “Keep your hands above you head” he said, as the sweater slipped off my raised hands. He gently started touching my stomach gently with his fingers, this first touch exciting me. I rested my hands behind my head as he continued his fingers up to my breasts, teasing with barely a touch, the hardening nipples.He then undid my jeans, reaching in hand in through the now open zipper and holding it there for a few seconds before moving it deeper so that his fingers were nearly touching the now damp spot. But again, before giving me too much excitement, he removed his hand, and slipped down my jeans. He singled for me to step out of them as he again stepped back to take a full look.”Turn” he said, which I did slowly, I was amazed at how different and yet similar this was to how I had always imagined it. As I completed my turn I was created by his approving face. “Pull down your bra” he instructed, and so I did having the material of the cups now rest below my breasts, pushing them up. My nipples were pink and erect, eager to be touched, but I knew from our conversations that the inspection is not when I would be touched. This was all about him looking to see what pleased or displeased him. “Now pull up your panties.” Again, from our conversations I knew what he wanted, as it moved the material into my pussy slip, exposing my pussy lips. Now was time for him to look displeased. Not knowing I was going to be having him see me like this I hadn’t shaved my pussy. Over a week’s worth of growth covered everything. “I”m sorry,” I said. “Had I known, I would have shaved for you.” Although I was sad to have disappointed him, I was also interested to see what he would do with the situation. Would this be the excuse for a spanking?”Just take them off,” he said. “Thankfully, I was prepared for this possibility. Stand there with your legs spread a little. I will get things ready.”I followed his instructions, slipping of the panties and placing them with the rest of my clothing. He watched me as I resumed the position. He kept looking for a few moments, until I was nervous I was supposed to have done something else, and instruction I had missed. Just before I asked however he got up, took his bag to the bed, and with his back to me, started to set something up. When he stepped away I saw that he had laid out a towel, razor, and shaving cream. He panned the bed, indicated I was to lie on the towel. As I took my spot he went to the bathroom to get a bowl of warm water and a wet cloth. He folded my knees, resting my feet on the bed, so to give him a better view of my pussy. I was not used to being exposed like this, pussy open. He took his time shaving me, repeating several times the steps of lathering, shaving, and wiping away. At first he focused just on the mound, keeping the process very procedural. Each time however he added more lather he started to go further into the lips and rubbing a bit more each time. He took his time slot oyna pulling the lips apart and then moving them side to side as needed so that he got all the spots. Finally he was done. I realized I had never before been so bare down there. Also, never had I spent so much time with somebody looking at my pussy. I was becoming more comfortable with his gaze but also more eager for his touch as it felt so fresh as he carefully wiped away the last of the lather. He stood up, proud of his work. Going over to his bag, he came back with a pink ribbon. “You’ve passed the inspection now kitten. All that is left is putting on your collar, if you’ll let me.””Yes Sir” I said, sitting up to make it easier for him. He tied the pink ribbon around my neck and smiled.”Good girl. That ribbon looks nice around your neck. Would you like a few more ribbons on you?”I agree and he pulls out several long ribbons from his bag. He walks me through the placement of each of them. First he ties one around each ankle, leaving a long end hanging from each ribbon. Then he ties one around each of my wrists, again leaving a long end hanging from each one. Next he takes one and ties it around my waist, moving the bow around to the back. Finally he takes a final ribbon and attaches it to the one around my waist, then running it between my legs, until it is snug in my pussy, he ties it again by the bow in my back. He then moves me into the middle of the bed. From here he takes the long ends from my wrists and ankles and ties each one to a corner of the bed. I find myself tied spread eagle in the middle of the bed.He sits beside me in the bed. I know at long last this is when he will start to play with me. We had often discussed my fantasy of being played like an instrument – like an instrument unable to do anything but controlled by the touch of my player whose goal it is to bring pleasure. He starts with my breasts. Taking on in each hand and massaging them fully, each hand kneading a breast with purpose. He lightly touches my nipples with an errant finger between the kneading. Then moves to focus more on the nipples, again taking one per hand and worrying them between his fingers. He twists and pulls them, rolling them in his fingers, just so they ache a little but stopping before it becomes too much. He returns on occasion to the full kneading when the pulling becomes a bit much.He then moves down put my spread open pussy. Here he takes his time, exploring first with just a few fingers. He explores the newly shaven lips, teasing my clit with the slightest touch and then working up to a more complete rub. He adds more fingers as he continues and starts to move more in and out of my pussy. He shifts on the bed so that he is beside me. One hand continues to focus on my pussy, now using a full hand as he massages the juices, rubbing the clit more and more. The other hand returning to my breasts where he worries my nipples. I can feel the excitement building in my body and start shifting more on the bed, despite my limited movement from the ties. He can see I can hold it back no more and kisses me on the check whispering that I should allow myself to come. Soon it ripples through me, as I let out a deep moan. As it passes over me he stops and as I calm he quietly undoes the ribbons from my hands and wrists, but leaving the one on my waist. “Take a rest there kitten,” he says.”I still have lots of items in my bag of tricks for us to try tonight.”…to be continued.

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