First Sight

We had never met, although I felt I knew him. For several months, all we did was talk and text, spending as much time online together as possible. We met in an online game -- not the most likely of places to find a lover, yet it fit us and our relationship so well. It all started with some conversation, quickly and seamlessly moving beyond that into a much deeper connection. When he first asked for a photo of me, I was shy and a little nervous -- I had never ever sent any sort of risqué photo to anyone, and yet here I was seriously considering it with a man who lived more than 200 miles away, who, incidentally, was nine years my junior.

The first time I hit send on a picture, one which was barely the wrong side of decent, my stomach was filled with butterflies and I felt sick with apprehension. Would he like my 36 year old Mum-body? I was hardly enamoured of my own physique, and I found it hard to believe anyone could possibly find it attractive. Yet his response left me agape. My phone pinged with a picture of him, holding his large, erect cock -- clearly something had interested him in a big way. Moments later a video arrived -- this man was very turned on.

From that moment, I couldn't wait to meet him in person. As our texts and conversations became more and more seductive and erotic, I found myself waking up in the middle of the night from dreams of him -- feeling my pussy and my entire body pulsate as I climaxed myself awake, a thing that had never happened to me before. We talked about things we enjoyed, and I was thrilled to discover that he could maybe help me fulfil one of my greatest fantasies -- I had always had a fascination with being submissive, and I hoped this man could help me finally live out those desires. That night I dreamed of him again, waking up with a deep need.

Four months after first meeting in-game, we finally had the chance to meet in person. We met at a hotel halfway between our respective home towns, flying into each other's arms as though we had known each other for a lifetime. We sat and talked for a while, but both of us could feel the sexual tension building, making it harder and harder to remain calm. After a bit the conversation dried up, and we just sat, holding hands across the table, staring into each other's eyes and anticipating what was to come.

He made the first move, suddenly breaking eye-contact and pulling me by the hand from the table. We almost ran up to the room we had booked and hurried inside, breathless and giggling. As the door closed behind me, I stood at a loss for a moment -- what did he expect from me? What should I do now? Thankfully he took that decision away from me, calling me insistently towards the bed, where he sat, an obvious bulge already grown in his jeans. Hesitantly, I approached him. I was clearly not fast enough for him because he leaped up and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards the bed with an insistence that set my pulse racing. We stood there for a moment, again gazing into each other's eyes, his hand still locked around my wrist.

A husky sound from deep inside his throat broke the spell, and suddenly I looked down, unexpectedly nervous.

"Take off your top," he ordered.

Slowly I did as he asked, fingers trembling both with apprehension and desire. I knew that he liked my breasts -- he had requested several pictures of them and seemed to be quite fixated, so I was hardly surprised he wanted to see. I could feel his eyes on me as I lifted my top over my head. Suddenly, his hand caught hold of my wrists, still trapped inside my top. His other hand quickly unhooked my bra, then went immediately to my left breast. He growled in pleasure and I could feel my body responding to the sound. His fingers worked my hard nipple, while his other hand still held my arms above my head. His head dipped down and I gasped as I felt him take my nipple into his mouth and start to suck. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin and I gave an involuntary shudder.

"Hold still!" he growled.

I was finding it hard to stay still already, but as his hand found my other nipple, the first still set between his teeth, I squirmed slightly. His hand leaving my breast, I felt a sharp smack on my ass.

"I told you to hold still, girl. Do you have to be punished for disobeying me?"

"Oh, yes sir!" I exclaimed, only half teasing, feeling my pussy pulsate just hearing the words.

He dropped my arms and I felt a small pang of disappointment as he stepped away from me, wondering if I'd gone too far too fast.

"Take off your clothes and kneel down. Don't look up," he ordered.

I undressed as quickly as I could, then knelt on the soft carpet, eyes down on the floor, hands on my thighs. I didn't look up, even though I could hear some odd sounds behind me. Suddenly I could feel him next to me, his body radiating heat as he stood over me, just gazing down. I knelt there, waiting for whatever would come next.

"Put your arms behind you," he said softly.

I complied, and felt a loop of soft cord fasten around my wrists, not so tight it hurt, but definitely firmly enough to prevent me escaping it. Eyes still on the floor, I shivered in anticipation, feeling wetness grow between my legs as I considered the possible fulfilment of one of my biggest fantasies.

"Stand up, keep your eyes down," he demanded, giving my wrists a jerk to help me stand.

I stood, my breath coming faster as I waited. I didn't have to wait long. I felt his powerful hand rest against the top of my back, and suddenly I was pushed face-down onto the bed. He kept the pressure on my back, making it impossible to move. My nipples were grinding into the sheet, and my legs were dangling over the side of the bed, knees barely brushing the floor. I felt his hot breath as he whispered into my ear: "You want me to punish you?"

I groaned, hoping he would take it for assent.

"Ask me."

"Please," I stammered, "Please punish me!"

"You've been very bad, not doing what I told you. You WILL learn!" he growled, his breath coming faster. I closed my eyes, sweating slightly and shivering in anticipation.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry." I gasped.

I felt his hand on the small of my back. Very gently, he traced patterns with his fingers across my spine, my buttocks and the tops of my thighs.

"You will do what I tell you, first time," he announced, punctuating his words with a hard slap to my left ass-cheek. I gasped, then moaned.

I felt his hand move over to my other buttock, delaying the inevitable with soft stroking movements of his hand.

"You will not speak unless I want you to speak." Another slap. I bit my lip, struggling not to cry out, more from anticipation and desire than pain.

"You will not look at me unless I tell you to." A third slap, harder, his palm across both cheeks this time. I groaned, feeling the wetness growing between my legs.

"Do you want more?" he asked, leaning heavily on me as he whispered into my ear. "Or do you want me to just fuck you right now?"

Unable to form any kind of coherent sentence, I just moaned, feeling the warmth in my buttocks spreading across my whole body.

Taking hold of my tied wrists, he suddenly flipped my body over. Surprised, I couldn't help but look up at him. His muscled body was sheened in a light sweat, his erection standing proud between us. He looked down at me, his mouth spreading in a sly grin.

"I thought I told you not to look at me. We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" I quickly dropped my eyes, realising that I had been staring, drinking in the sight of his body. He reached out to the bedside table, and I realised he had a length of cloth in his hands. Quickly and efficiently he bound my eyes, then stepped away. Unable to see him, I focused my ears, trying to anticipate what he'd do next. I didn't have long to wait.

A stinging slap caught the side of my thigh, quickly followed by another, this time on the highly sensitive flesh between my legs. I moaned, my hips moving of their own volition. I felt myself flipped back on to my front, and my hands were suddenly untied. But not for long -- he quickly retied them above my head, effectively attaching me as by a leash to the bed. I lay there, my breath coming in quick gasps, waiting for, anticipating and desperately needing the next act. What would he do?

Suddenly, his hands gripped me by the hips, hoisting me into a kneeling position, with my ass pushing up against his taut belly and my legs either side of his, as he knelt on his heels behind me.

"What do you want, baby?" he murmured, "Shall I shove my hard cock into that gleaming, wet pussy of yours?"

"Yes, please!" I gasped.

He hesitated, lightly stroking the small of my back. "Not yet I think. You still need a proper punishment." I could sense the grin in his voice as he spoke, and I gritted my teeth in anticipation. I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy, but I knew he wouldn't give me the release I craved, not just yet. His fingers worked their way down my back, along my spine, teasing at my anus. I gave a shudder, unable to control myself, which was quickly followed by a sharp smack across my right buttock. One hand snaked up to grip my hair, twisting and pulling my head back. The other still teetered around my anus, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. As he gave an extra tug to my hair, one of his fingers rammed deep into my anus, causing me to gasp aloud, my hips rocking and pushing against him, soaking his lap with my fluids. His finger withdrew, then plunged in again, this time making me moan. My breath came in short pants and I knew I was close to climax. Lifting my hips again, he suddenly plunged the full length of his not-inconsiderable cock deep inside my body. This time I cried out, feeling my pussy tense around him. He withdrew, his pulsing tip just barely touching my cleft, then drove in again, harder, deeper than before. His grip on my hair made it impossible to move my head, but I knew if I could I would have been flinging it about, wanting, needing, desperate for release. One more hard thrust and I exploded. Feeling my pussy tighten around him, he groaned deep in his throat, his cock jerking and pulsating inside me. Waves of incredible pleasure crashed over me again and again as he thrust a last few times, never letting go of his grip, either of my hair or my hips. I felt my body arch, trying to take all of him in. Then, as suddenly as that, we both collapsed, breathing in gasps and drenched in sweat.

As I lay there, the world slowly coming back into focus, he relaxed his grip, kneeling still with his torso over mine, hunched over me. I could have stayed in that position forever, feeling an overwhelming glow that I had never experienced before. It was by far the most intense sexual experience I had ever had, and I certainly didn't want it to end. Eventually, though, he groaned again, allowing his now flaccid cock to slide out of me as he rolled us both over so we were spooning. My wrists still tied to the bedpost, my eyes still blindfolded, I lay there as his fingers gently and carefully explored my body. Despite the release of just moments before, I could feel myself responding again to his touch, feeling his breath on the back of my neck and his fingers seemingly everywhere at once.

"Did you enjoy that?" he murmured, allowing his fingers to trace patterns around my breasts.

"Oh, hell yes!" I couldn't help but grin, while feeling the tension creep back into his body.

"Well this time I'm gonna go slow," he teased. I lay there, eyes still covered by the blindfold, wrists still tethered to the bed, feeling anticipation begin to mount inside me once more.

"I still haven't punished you properly, have I?" he considered. He was kneeling behind me now, his fingers still gently wandering across my body. I shook my head, lip trapped between my teeth, waiting and wondering what would come next.

I felt the cord being untied from the bedpost. He climbed off the bed, pulling me behind him like a dog on a leash. I scrambled to my feet as he drew me, blinded, across the room. Drawing my arms above my head, I could feel the cord being tied to something, holding me up so that my feet only just touched the floor.

"You've been very bad, you know," he mused. "I need to teach you a proper lesson I think."

I felt him move away from me as I stood there, helpless and blinded, no idea what was coming next. Suddenly I felt something brush against my buttocks, something hard and unyielding.

"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" his voice asked huskily, as a hand gripped my hair and pulled my head back with a twist. "I'm going to hit you with this. Then you're going to suck my cock, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't know what's hit you." I moaned, feeling goose-bumps start out across my skin as I prickled with the fresh beginnings of sweat.

"Do you want that?" he demanded, his voice growing harder, and the grip on my hair tighter. I nodded as far as I could in his grasp, biting my lip.

"Say it!" he hissed.

"Please!" I groaned.

"Please WHAT?" he snapped, giving my hair a yank.

"Please sir, I've been so bad!" I yelped. "I need to be punished!"

"That's better, and don't you worry, I WILL punish you." he crooned, his hot breath tickling my ear as I felt his body pressed against mine. "I will punish you, and then I will fuck you, and then I might punish you again." My whole body shuddered in anticipation as his voice alone seemed to reach deep inside me.

The object in his hand grazed my buttocks again, raising more goose-bumps. I could feel him snaking it up one side of my spine, then down the other, feel it press against the insides of my thighs as he used it to force my legs apart.

Suddenly it withdrew, and I sucked in a breath. Then he hit me. Not too hard, but not gentle either -- a warming stroke. I could feel the heat it left behind in my buttock as my body writhed and I bit my tongue to choke back a cry. Another smack and my other buttock erupted in soft flame. My body cried out for more. The paddle snuck between my legs, becoming slippery with my fluids as he drew it through my cleft. I moaned again, and he took hold of my hair once more. "No noise," he whispered, "or I might have to go harder."

I nodded, pressing my lips together until they ached. The paddle withdrew, and I tensed in anticipation of where it might strike. As it cracked down onto my naked, quivering flesh I had to struggle to obey his restriction on noise. I could feel his fingers tighten in my hair, sense his approval. Another lightning flash hit my other buttock and I was hard-pressed to keep my silence, let alone my feet as I half-dangled from the cord around my wrists.

"Good girl," he murmured, again stroking the paddle through my cleft, pressing it hard against my clitoris. Suddenly, I felt the cord release and I dropped to my knees. His hand was still tangled in my hair, and he guided my mouth towards his throbbing cock, still covered in our combined juices. He thrust himself into my mouth, and I had to swallow to avoid choking. His hand still controlling my head, he withdrew and plunged back in, while I used my lips and tongue on his head and shaft. He groaned in pleasure, hand tightening in my hair. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations coursing through both of us. I could feel his cock jump, as my pussy tensed and contracted.

Suddenly, when I thought neither of us could possibly take any more, he picked me up and slammed me onto the bed. Pulling the blindfold off my eyes, he lifted my legs so my ankles were around his neck. With no warning, he was deep inside me, a look of ecstasy and deep concentration furrowing his brow. He thrust, again and again and again, each time pulling out so that the tip of his cock barely touched me, then slamming back inside. Over and over, waves of pleasure coursing through me, as I built steadily back towards climax. My back arched, my hands grasped at the air and suddenly I was there -- my whole body pulsing and shuddering around him as he cried out my name, over and over. A few final thrusts and he collapsed on top of me, both of us finally sated.

With him still on top of and inside me, we both fell asleep, drenched in our own sweat and fluids.

When we woke up a short while later, he seemed full of concern for me. Carefully and tenderly he walked me into the bathroom, then stood with me in the shower, soaping me up and sponging me down. As his hands brushed my buttocks I gave an involuntary gasp of pain, and he looked at me, his eyes full of worry. "Are you ok?" he asked, concern etching every line of his body.

I gazed up and him and smiled. I had never felt better.