I am currently doing online submission with a Dominant half way around the world from me, which is too bad, since we click so well. Because of our distance, we are pretty limited on what we can do… mostly just words and pictures. He gives me tasks and assignments, which I love. Last night he directed me to go to bed and dream of him, which I did, in a very erotic way. I woke up and write an story about the dream:
I learned of an obscure museum tucked away in a remote area that specialized in ancient artifacts and I was intrigued to learn more and see what items they had on display. Finding this museum was easier said then done, and I became lost several times. Depending on several maps and my GPS, I was finally able to locate it.
The directions took me down a long isolated road that looked like no sign of humanity existed, driving quite a ways before pulling into a parking lot in front of a vast nondescript gray building that looked like a big building block. Surrounding the building were sweeping grassy yards with tiny out buildings scattered here and there. The building had no windows and just a few unmarked doors, several of which I tried before finding one that open and allowed me to enter.
The door opened up right into a huge room that looked like an airplane hanger.. the room was cool, lighted enough to see but feeling rather dim. The room was quiet, deserted, with sporadic displays placed in illogical groupings, few but interesting. I was alone in here so it was startling but not surprising when I heard footsteps.
I turned to face a large, tall, striking man, who commanded my attention, without saying a word. He walked up to me and then walked around me, looking me over head to toe. I’m not very tall… but not too short, either, round, compact, with big boobs and a fine ass… I was wearing white pants, and an open white shirt with a white tube top underneath, that I was constantly yanking back up over my breasts as it was constantly slipping down.
“And you are?” He finally asked in a deep voice with an unmistakable British accent. I was immediately charmed. His eyes were wide and dark, full of humor that didn’t reach his voice or expression. I wasn’t sure just how seriously to take him, or what might happen if I didn’t.
My own voice caught in my throat and cracked as I tried to provide an answer.
“I, uh, I am interested in ancient, uh, things, and heard about this place…” pausing to gesture around me, “… and wanted to check it out….” My voice faded out in uncertainty.
He eyed me for a few minutes while I tried to resist the urge to squirm.
“Ah,” he said sharply, “Fine, then, let me show you around.” He proceeded to guide me around the grand cavernous room, pointing out various pieces and describing their history to me. I hung on his every word. And I found myself incredibly attracted to this man… his height, his bulk, his voice, his eyes, and most of all, his hands. My train of thought kept wandering … what could he do to me with those hands?
After several hours of following the man around the room, a man whose name I still didn’t know as we had not yet exchanged names, we came to a door in the back of the building that I hadn’t noticed. He opened it and bright sunlight flooded the windowless room. He gestured to me to follow him outside, which, of course, I did.
The yard was spacious, as most everything else around here was… covered in carefully mowed grass and dotted here and there with trees. But not another living soul around. He glanced back at me as I once again tugged at my tube top trying to keep it covering my breasts. He grinned at me, and that grin suddenly turned into a leer. I also noticed that the bulge in his pants had grown in size.
He led me off to the side, in a shaded area protected by the building and a grove of trees. Without any warning or build up, he asked me a strange question.
“Girl, do you know what a submissive is?”
This man who looked like a professor was asking me a question about kinky dynamics. I never would have guessed this was what he was into. I simply nodded. Without asking if I was interested or even consented to such an arrangement, he then directed me….
“Good, then kneel before me….”
While I should have just turned and walked away at that point, I didn’t, both intrigued and so completely aroused, I dropped to my knees.
“Pull your pants down to just above you knees…”
With chills, I did as instructed, but left on my white panties.
“Panties too….” I obeyed.
“And since that small top of yours doesn’t want to stay in place, pull that down as well.”
Again, I obeyed and as I tugged the top down instead of up, my boobs popped up like to two inflated balloons. I saw arousal in both the man’s eyes and pants. He looked down at me in lust and took a step closer until the fly of his pants was just in front of my mouth. Without a word, but watching me intently, he slowly unzipped his fly, and pulled out his penis… his very massive, thick, hard, erect penis. I could feel my eyes pop and my mouth drop open as I watched it waving in front of my face so close it almost touched me.
The man snickered and said with obvious need…
“Good girl, that’s just the way I want you, mouth open and ready. Now kiss the tip of my cock!” This was not a request, this was an order.
“Yes, Sir,” I dutifully answered, and softly and reverently kissed the tip of his dick. When I pulled back I saw the first sign of his pre-cum and licked my lips in anticipation.
“That’s it, girl, now lick the tip”
My own arousal was mounting and I could feel my juices dripped down my inner thighs and I had no doubt the could smell it was strongly as I could. I stuck out my tongue and touched it to the tip of his cock, hungrily licked the pre-cum off, and finally pushed my tongue into the slit at the top. His cock twitched and I heard him groan.
“Yes, girl, that’s right, now suck me…”
I suddenly felt like I had been handing the keys to the toy store and candy store both as I pulled the head of his penis into my mouth and I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and my other hand gently cupped his balls.. one finger reaching out to stroke that smooth area right behind the balls. I closed my eyes at the enjoyment of his salty taste and musky smell… as I slid my mouth up and down on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth each time. He hands found their way to the back of head, entangling them in my hair and pulling and pushing me where he wanted me to be, when suddenly he pushed my head all the way down until he was balls deep in my mouth. My eyes watered and I gagged around his cock, drooling down his shaft which provided extra lube for my hand as I continued to stroke him. He seemed pleased with all of this.
Just as I started panic, he pulled back, allowed me to take a deep breath and then shoved his cock back down my throat… waited for me to gag and on the edge of panic and pulled back out and did it again, over and over and over again. As I looked up at him through tear clouded eyes, I watched as he closed his eyes, felt his cock throb and tremble and realized he was going to cum. I closed my eyes and waited for the gush of semen as it entered my mouth and threatened to flood my throat. I did my best to swallow it all and with a sense of accomplishment, opened my eyes and gazed up to him, as a cleaned his cock with my tongue, unable to suppress my smile.
With a deep sigh, he pulled his dick away from and said, “Yes, very good.. you’ll do nicely.”
He reached down slapped my tits and pinched each nipple and then used his finger to stroke the slit between my labia and then dipped one and then two fingers into my very wet, very hot pussy.
“Oh, yes, very nicely… Stand up and strip!”
I stood up and let my pants and panties fall to the ground and stepped out of them and then pulled the shirt off of both arms and dropped that to the ground as well and finally pulled the tube top over my head before discarding it.
The man reached into his pocket and brought out something that was black leather with a silver buckle, just giving me a quick glimpse before stepping forward and placing it around my throat. I heard a click after he buckled it on at the back of my neck and realized he had just locked me into a collar. Then from the same pocket, he pulled a longer chain with a matching black leather handle that he attached to a D-ring on the collar around my neck. From his other pocket he pulled out a set of black handcuffs and instructed me to put my hands behind my back. Stunned, I did I was told. He snapped the cuffs tightly around both wrists and then pulled out a black ball gag that he shoved into my mouth and buckled around my head.
“Very good… just the way I like you; naked, bound, gagged, collared and leashed. Now come along.. you belong to me from now on…” He tugged on the leash and pulled me behind him and I followed him, having no choice and no any idea where we were going.
I new way to look at this typical insult… Hmmmm….