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She raised her head up and leaned back against the soft velvet of her chair, looked again at the blank screen, still no letter from him. It dawned on her, she was sad. She loved getting his daily note, had grown used to them, had even come to expect them. That there had been no note and that felt like a need achingly unfulfilled. She realized she was incredibly excited by the prospect of possibly meeting him. She smiled, a half, cocked smiled, partly annoyed at the recognition and partly excited; beyond a shadow of a doubt, even if she didn't reveal this to him, she was already his, she already wanted to be his... yes, even owned and controlled by him.

Knock, knock, knock.

Was someone at her door? At 7pm at night? Who could it be. WHOA, is it him? OMG, no way, I'm not prepped, I'm still dirty from the day's activity caring for all those animals. I haven't had my bath. No, no, fuck, shit, piss, no way!!

She grabbed her robe, threw it around her shoulders, tightened the sash to hold its folds close to her body. She looked through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief.

She opened the door and peered out at the FedEx man.

"Hello, ma'am, I've a letter for you, here you go," as he proceeded to hand her the envelope.

She took it and looked at it, as she closed and relocked her front door.

Dani looked at the return address and all it said, was Sir, Denver, CO. She ripped open and inside, was five $100 dollars and nothing else. No letter, no note, no nothing. She was perplexed.

"PING," she heard emanating from her computer in the next room. Involuntarily her face alit with a smile, while her bare feet pitter-pattered across the hardwood floor of her cutie, little house, she sat down at the computer. Now, with even a bigger smile (and somewhat irritated with her little girly reaction), she clicked on his note. It said:

"Hi, my little one, how are you today? I hope my note finds you smiling in anticipation; hopefully the lack of my regularly scheduled note did not get missed from earlier today. I had been busy prepping for what I hope will come next."

She breathed a sigh of relief, cold-cocked the side of her head with her hand bemusingly, chuckled to herself and admonished her needless worry of the last twelve hours. She continued to read:

"By now you should have received a FedEx package with some cash in it. I sent this to you, to be used for one of two things. First, and my preference, it is my hope that with this, you will buy yourself a round-trip ticket to Denver, CO for this weekend. There is a flight leaving your neck of the woods Friday evening around 5pm, that gets in around 7pm and returns you to Lubbock by 8.30am Monday morning. Second, if this does not work for you, or if you prefer not to meet me, feel free to use the $500 to buy whatever you wish for yourself; preferably lots of sexy and comfortable attire. No need to send it back. Just let me know. Sir."

Wow, she thought. This is unexpected. What shall I do? Should I go? Do I want to go? Do I feel safe enough to go? What does he want?

OMG, I want to go, I want to meet him. I want him to spank me my ass, especially for all the unnecessary worry from earlier.

Stop, stop, stop, you little whore, slut. You don't know anything about the man. Nothing. Are you really going to do this?

She got up, paced her room, back and forth, all kinds of thoughts came unbidden, good thoughts, bad thoughts, scary thoughts, erotic thoughts, just about every type of thought crossed her mind. What was she going to do?

Finally, she sat down and simply typed: "Yes, I will be there." Anticipatingly awaiting...

She proceeded to book the flight, with the times that he had suggested. She made plans for her animals to be cared for over the weekend, even with payment for both the airfare and the pet care there was about $100 left. Now came the hard part, what will she wear, what will she bring?

"PING," went her computer. Another letter from him. She opened it:

"I'm very pleased, my little one. Very pleased. I wasn't sure you would, on such short notice. And if you haven't booked your ticket yet" (too late, but he doesn't know that), "you should know a few other things before you opt to come" ("I'm coming, no matter what I've decided, but he doesn't know that either").

"I've a few ground rules I'd like you to agree to. Of course, you always have the ability to make whatever decisions you think are best for you over the weekend. Even so, here is what I would like to establish."

"1. Before you make the decision to come, check in with yourself and determine if you feel the least bit uncertain, trepidatious or concerned with coming here. Unless you feel safe with this offer, please do not accept and just buy yourself some nice frilly things with the cash I sent

2. If you decide that you are OK with this trip, then, once you get on the plane and for the duration of the entire weekend, you will be mine to do with as I wish. You will obey my every instruction to the best of your ability. Think about this carefully. Do not agree to come here, unless you are willing to follow my instructions precisely as I provide them.

3. Once on the plane and for the entire weekend, you will always be completely honest with your words and feelings, be they positive or negative, you will strive to make me aware of everything that comes up for you, no matter if it is supportive of the weekend or not. You are to be 100% honest at all times.

4. Be yourself. Be authentic. If you are excited, nervous, sad, happy, whatever, I expect you express each emotion as they are. If you are feeling sassy and potty-mouthed... I expect you to be those too.

5. I want you to understand, though you will be required to obey me in all things I ask, you need to know, this weekend is for you, to learn, to grow, to experience, to enjoy (whether pain or pleasure) and to be completely present.

6. We will establish a safe word, one that you can use if things get too intense, scary or outside your accepted comfort zone. As we've discussed, I love to push boundaries, but only in a manner that is supportive. Since I don't know you that well, yet, I need you to convince me, that you will absolutely use the safe word if anything goes awry."

"Let me know. Sir."

She smiled, click reply and promptly wrote: "I'm booked already Sir and I understand the rules. I will agree to everything you have outlined." Eagerly Awaiting...

"PING."

"Excellent my little one. Shall we begin?"

"First, you are not to have any more orgasms for the rest of the week, none until I give you permission to cum."

"OH SHIT," she thought as she had been diddling on her clit with the expressed intent to take that bath she'd been threatening to take all night and cum while fantasizing about him. ARRGH. She continued to read:

"For the plane ride, I want you to wear an incredibly sexy outfit, not outlandish and slutty, but definitely, one that attenuates your curves and calls attention to your beauty. You are to also wear the sexiest thong/bra set that you own, along with thigh high garters and sexy footwear. The purpose of your attire, is to a) make you feel as sexy as hell, b) arouse you in the wearing of the attire, c) let everyone around you know what a hella sexy bitch you are, d) enable you to show off your legs and should you allow it, expose your undergarments from time to time and e) to please my eyes, when you finally arrive at my destination."

"Oh damn," she thought to herself, "I'm so wet already and its only Tuesday."

Continuing to read: "On the plane, I want you to flirt, to play, to make friends, to be sexy, to be a woman in heat, to love your femininity and to be yourself. If you sit next to a man and he strikes up a conversation, tease him playfully, without being overtly sexual. If he offers or ask for a phone number, you are only to accept his; you are not to give yours out."

"Once you arrive in Denver, you are to text me at my number, which I will provide you upon landing and provide me the door number at the curb. I will arrange for a car to pick you up and bring you to my place. No matter the driver, enjoy the ride and tease him or her by pretending not to be aware of your skirt riding high enough to show your sexy undergarments. If he or she makes comments about it, you are to demur and apologize for the inadvertent display. Show yourself without being obvious about it."

"Then, upon arrival at my place, the driver will drop you off in the driveway. You are to walk to front door, let yourself in and walk up the stairs."

"You will find a room at the top of the stairs. There will be candles lit and flickering so you'll know which one. You are to come inside and leave the door open. There will be a note waiting for you on the bed, with the next round of instructions."

"This will be my last note to you, until you arrive on Friday evening. Between now and Friday, you are to write me every day, though I will not write back (which, I will admit to you freely, will not be easy for me to abstain from). You are to write whatever comes up, share with me your thoughts as you contemplate the countdown to Friday."

"Let me know you are OK with everything so far and travel safe. Sir."

She sat back, almost exhausted from reading the note. She breathed a deep sigh of relief and excitement. She was floored by all of the emotions that were coursing through her, juxtaposing the loss of her recent relationship and the contemplation of meeting a man she had never met. No doubt she wanted this, her body betrayed her want, no, her need to meet and submit to this man. To feel his hands on her, to feel his power over her. She wanted him more than ever and it blew her mind. She badly wanted to touch herself, to orgasm, to spread her legs wide and scream at the top of her lungs when she came. Yes, she wanted this, very much.

She replied: "I understand Sir and will do as you say." Excitedly awaiting...

She shut down her computer and went to take her bath. She soaked and ruminated. And then, went to bed; or more precisely, she tried to go to bed and sleep...

Wednesday - Friday -

As he instructed, every day she wrote several pages of notes to him as he requested. It was kind of strange at first, writing, but getting nothing in return, as she had grown used to the back and forth previously. What was she going to write about? Her life, her job, her loves, her aspirations, her daily tribulations, her likes, her dislikes, her fantasies; the latter she took a stab at writing longer prose to describe what she was thinking, seeing, feeling, hearing, tasting, etc.

She laughed and she cried. She even stomped her feet during an especially frustrating recounting of her ex DD's abuse. She cursed several blue streaks, wondering if these rants would shock this man she never met. And all the while, she came to find out, that she enjoyed writing to him, rambling really, about whatever popped into her mind. It was cathartic in a way. "Now if he didn't know all about me, that's his own damn fault, cuz I've just about shared everything I can think of."

Friday Afternoon -

She opted to work only a half day, so she could go home and bathe, and shave, and primp and prepare, pack and percolate. She was nervous and excited. After a thorough shaving of all of her lady bits and wanting so badly to strum her clit, she wasn't used to not being able to cum, all that pent up sexual frustration was getting to the point where she was almost afraid that one little flick to her swollen button would immediately send her crashing into an intense, uncontrollable orgasm. She unconsciously crossed her legs and tightly squeezed her now silky smooth thighs together, trying to suppress the urge to masturbate. She was on fire; today was the day. She was hungry and ready.

She had gone shopping the night before and found a very sexy ensemble of an outfit, a super sexy slitted miniskirt, along with a feminine see-through, diaphanous blouse that showed her ultra-feminine bra underneath. He wanted her to show off and she was going to do exactly that; tastefully of course. She spent the rest of the cash he had sent. She thought he will be pleased. She already had a particular thong she was going to wear, for every time she did, it made her horny to have it on.

She packed up her stuff and headed for the airport, she boarded her flight, albeit a bit late, so most of the people had already boarded. It seemed that a young male flight attendant would be taking care of her section; she thought he was pretty cute for a pretty boy. That's nice she thought to herself. She walked to the row where her seat was. On the aisle sat an older, silver-haired, rather attractive gentleman in a blue blazer and gray slacks. While the window seat contained a youngish lass, maybe a college student in jeans and a grunge t-shirt, with multiple earrings on her ear, a nose ring on her left nostril and a full arm tattoo down her left arm. They both looked up when they saw her standing there.

She lifted her bag to the overhead bin above her row, thankfully there was room for it. As she lifted it, she could feel her skirt rise high enough that anyone looking at her posterior would get an eyeful of her bubblicious ass; the cool air letting her know she was almost indecently exposed. She smiled at how she knew, he would be pleased with her display of assets. Once the luggage was fully situated, she looked down and caught the old man checking her out, she wondered if he had seen her camel toe, now freshly shaven with only the thin gauze of the thong containing her modesty; it had to be right there at his eye level. Dani smiled, he must have, as he quickly averted his gaze up to her face when he finally realized she was looking down at him.

"That's my seat," she said pointing to the empty middle seat, as he got up to let her in. She thanked him for his courtesy, sidled in and sat down before she buckled up.

"What a beautiful blouse," the girl next to her piped in. "Can I ask where you got it?"

"Oh sure, there is a little place called Daisy Duke's over on Milwaukee in town. Lots of cute stuff there, designer brands, funky stuff and all kinds of neat things."

"Thank you, I'm going to have to check it out."

And with that, she and the young girl launched into a deep conversation about all kinds of things, which helped to assuage Dani's nervous energy. "So are you heading out or going home," the girl asked, whose name turned out to be Brody.

"I'm heading out," Dani replied.

"Business or pleasure."

She looked down, "for pleasure... I believe."

Brody caught the pause and now curious, replied, "what do you mean, you believe?"

"I'm going to Denver to meet someone I've never met," she boldly and honesty replied, remembering one of the rules that Sir insisted she agree to, before she left, that once she got on the plane, she had to be 100% herself and honest. He didn't indicate with whom she had to be honest, but true to her sensibility, she felt it meant with everyone and anyone she came in contact with; all weekend.

"Oh my...," Brody replied. "Still, you haven't answered my question."

She looked down again, because she really didn't want to answer. But she committed to a course of action. She looked up, at her newfound seatmate, leaned in and whispered, "because I'm going to Denver to give myself over to whatever this man wants from me."

Brody's look was precious and caused Dani to giggle. Now it was Brody's turn to be rendered speechless.

"I don't know how to respond, I truly don't," Brody replied.

"It's OK, truly, I'm actually looking forward to it," Dani responded.

"Are you scared?"

"A little, I have to admit. But I am also extremely excited too."

"Why are you doing this?"

Dani, paused a moment, before she replied, "I don't know, to be frank. And if I'm being completely truthful, I'm drawn to his power. Are you familiar with BDSM?"

"Actually, I am, but I have never done it. I've been curious about it, but haven't met anyone who partakes. My boyfriend is curious about it too."

And from there, the two ladies launched into a long conversation about BDSM, D/s, S/M, with Brody asking a ton of questions. They drew close and finally, Brody leaned in and whispered to her, "Do you like women too."

"Indeed, I do," and with that, she leaned over and started nibbling on Brody's ear, more out of being playful... and honest as instructed. Brody shuddered at the sudden intrusion of intimacy.

Just then, the young flight attendant had come up the row with the drink cart. Dani felt a tap on her shoulder, from the gent sitting next to her.

"What will you have to drink," the flight attendant asked?

Dani noted that he wasn't looking at her, but looking down at her crotch. She looked down and realized her skirt had complete risen to the point where her panties were clearly visible. She blushed and pulled her skirt down, "Just water," she replied. She looked over at the gent next to her, who smiled.

After the flight attendant had done his job and move to the next row, she looked back at Brody. She could tell Brody was aroused, her nipples were hard and poking through her t-shirt. She leaned over and whispered, "You are turned on, aren't you," Brody nodded in the affirmative. Dani reached over and put her hand on Brody's crotch, she could feel the dampness and heat. She squeezed and Brody sighed. So did Dani, since she hadn't cum once, now going on four days.

"Let's go to the bathroom, are you game?" Dani asked.

"Yes, let's," Brody replied.

The two of them excused themselves and sauntered to the bathrooms at the front of the plane. There were several people waiting there, so they patiently awaited their turn. Soon it was just the two of them. The walked into the bathroom and threw the lock on 'occupied.'

Nary a word was said, before they started kissing. Dani reach over and pulled Brody's top off, her pert nipples atop two C-cup breasts shivered as the coolness of the air registered. Dani leaned in to grab a nipple and bit. Brody gasped and reached over to touch Dani's pussy.

Dani moved out of the way of Brody's hand and admonished, "I can't."

"Why not," Brody asked.

"Because I'm not allowed to cum and it won't take long or much to push me over the edge."

"You are not allowed to cum?" Brody inquired.

"No, Sir said, no cumming until we meet."

"Oh, wow, that's mind-blowing. That's really wild." Please let me taste you, Brody whined.

"No," Dani said, with quiet determination, but I'll do you, if you'd like."

Not a word was said, while Brody pulled down her jeans and panties and sat her bare ass on the toilet seat, before Dani, now kneeling began to lick and suck on Brody's cunt. It didn't take long before Brody was cumming and writhing almost uncontrollably in the confined space of the bathroom. She also squirted a bit of girl juice all over Dani's face.

"You taste so sweet, Brody, so damn sweet," Dani shared as she grabbed a towel to dry her face.

"Wow, I rarely cum that fast. I must really be turned on by this whole thing you are into. I wish I was going with you, I'd love to be a fly on the wall."

"Give me your number, and we shall see," Dani suggested as Brody hurriedly pulled her clothes back on, so they could vacate the restroom for the next passenger.

Once back at their seats and all buckled up, the gent leaned over and asked Dani, "Is everything OK with her? She seems rather flushed."

"Oh, not to worry, all is good. She was just having some female trouble, so I helped her with it. She's OK."

The gent looked at Dani and smiled. "That is very nice of you." Do you often help damsels in distress?"

"Of course, and boys, men and pets too," Dani smiled.

The gent laughed a hearty laugh. Dani liked his laugh and giggled right alongside. He smiled and opined, "I wish there were more people like you in the world," you surely are a delight to have met, even in passing."

"Why thank you kind Sir, you are much too generous with your praise. I do what any good person would do." If only he knew what I really did; she giggled again.

"What's your name," he asked.

"Dani," she replied.

"Well Dani, it is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Gary."

"Nice to meet you Gary." She turned around to introduce Brody to Gary, but as she did, she realized that Brody was fast asleep in her seat. Even snoring a little bit. Ha, Dani thought to herself. I guess I took a lot out of her...

Friday Evening -

It wasn't much longer before the plane touched down and taxied into the gate. As Dani deplaned and turned her cell phone back on, a text came in with his phone number. After she picked up her luggage and made it to the curb, she texted him the door number. His response:

"A white Ford Expedition will pick you up. The driver's name is James and the last three digits of the license plate is 453." Within three minutes the car arrived, where she loaded herself and her luggage inside and buckled up.

"Hi, I assume you are Dani."

"That is correct, she replied."

"Well, here we go. Can I offer you any water, which is in the tray down below?"

"No thank you, but thank you all the same."

They rode in silence for a bit. She had never been to Denver before and though it was nighttime, she tried to get a sense of the area. The airport was huge and the highway was crowded. This is a much bigger place than the town she lived in.

Then she remembered his instructions to playfully tease the driver. As it was dark, she didn't think it would be possible, but why not. She hiked up her skirt a bit, until it was almost all bunched up around her waist.

Just then the overhead light came on. "Sorry, miss, don't mean to startle you, I just need to find something on my seat," as he began to reach over, to what she couldn't see.

But she could see him trying to surreptitiously look at her exposed legs and girl parts. She pretended not to notice and continued to look at the window, even spreading her legs a bit more. She opened her legs a bit wider and when she did, she noticed out of the corner of her eyes, he had adjusted his mirror to help him see better.

God, I hope we don't have an accident. And before long, her nervousness caused her to close her legs and lower her skirt a bit. He responded by turning off the light and driving the rest of the way in silence.

Wow, that was a turn on. She didn't realize how much she would enjoy showing herself off. Now she wished she had been even more bold with the interaction. Oh well.

Finally, they arrived at her destination. She thanked him for the lift and he said have fun with a twinkle in his eye. She smiled at him, wondering, but not wondering... closed the door and began to walk up the driveway to the house.

As instructed, she walked in the front door and up the stairs. She noticed the dancing of the candle flames upon the walls and when she got to the room, she smiled, how cute and quaintly it had been appointed. A wrought iron bed with a thick, quilted, old-style comforter upon it, big fluffy white pillows, with two solid black nightstands, each with delicate antique lamps on each. On one wall was a wing tip chair and on the other an antique 3-drawer bureau. The drapes were drawn and on the bed, were three envelopes, each with a number: 1, 2 and 3.

Dani grabbed the envelope marked #1 and opened it.

"Hi Dani, welcome to my home. I'm so glad you are here. I'm currently at a business dinner that should wrap up in an hour or so. Please make yourself at home. Please unpack all of your things into the bureau and feel free to turn on the music. The candles should be keeping the room warm, but if you are cold, feel free to turn on the heat. Make sure the room temperature is where you want it."

"Once you've put your things away and have set the temperature, please do all this within 45 minutes, it will be time to open Envelope #2."

She proceeded to do exactly as instructed and within 30 minutes, she sat down on the bed to open up and read envelope #2.

"Are you ready, Dani? For if you are, here are your next instructions."

"On the right side of the bed, in the top drawer of the nightstand, you will find an egg-shaped device with a wire coming out of it. I want you to slip it into your pussy. I've provided some lube in the drawer in case you need to use it to make it easier to slip in. Stop reading, proceed with this instruction before you read any further."

Oh boy, he really is going to make me squirm. Dani could feel her pussy moistening up again, not that it was ever dry, ever since she took her shower prior to the plane trip. She did as instructed, pulled aside the cover of her thong aside and inserted the bright pink egg; she didn't need any lube.

She went back to the note. "Next, you will find in the top drawer of the nightstand on the other side, another little gift. You are to insert it where it belongs."

Dani walked around the bed, feeling the pressure the egg was exerting on her pussy as she walked. She opened the drawer and found a large-sized butt plug with a purple gemstone on the end.

OMG, really? Dani thought. She smiled; in for a penny, in for a pound. This time, she grabbed the lube from the other nightstand and proceeded to liberally coat the butt plug before she pulled down her thong and gingerly began the process of slipping it in. It was tight, but gradually it slipped all the way in, stopped only by the purple gem at its tail end. She could feel the two toys pressing against the thin septa that separated her ass from her pussy. It was a rather delicious sensation.... Oh my. She pulled her thong back on.

"Are you done with everything? If so, it is time to open Envelope #3."

This time, she picked up the last envelop and proceeded to open it, preferring to stand while she did.

"Me again," the note began. She smiled and giggled at the seeming attempt at humor.

"By now, you may have noticed the handcuffs at the foot of the bed. Two that are hanging from each side." She looked at them and agreed, this was the first thing she noticed when she first walked in.

"What you may not have noticed, is under the bed is another set of handcuffs, or ankle cuffs, you are to pull them out." She kneeled down, now acutely aware of the egg and butt plug that were nestled tightly within; she felt stuffed. She reached under and pulled out, what looked to be about a 2-foot-long bar, with handcuffs on either end as well in the middle, this one cuffed to the bottom of the bed frame.

"Please do the following in the order as proscribed. First, secure each of your ankles in the cuffs on either end of the bar, locking them in while facing the bed. Second, place your left wrist in the cuffs on the left side of the bed and close and lock it. Third, and this is tricky, you'll have to 'Quicksnap' the cuff on your right wrist, which will be a bit tougher as you won't be able to reach it with your left hand. You can quicksnap the cuff, by forcing your wrist quickly against the closed circle of the cuff, which will force the bar through and around your wrist from the other side, snapping shut as you do. On the chance that this doesn't work, just position your wrist within the cuff and then squeeze it shut between the bed and frame, if that makes sense. Again, I want all of this to be done prior to the 45-minute mark from when you arrived."

Dani followed the instructions as stated and thought she couldn't do the quicksnap as described, she did manage to get the last cuff on her right wrist. For all intents and purposes, she was now his prisoner.

OH MY FUCKING GOD, DID I REALLY COMMIT MYSELF TO THIS??? FUCK ME!!!

Well, too late now, all I can do is wait, she thought.

15 minutes went by and Dani was starting to get antsy. She leaned forward, when all of a sudden, she felt a vibration in her pussy. THE EGG, it was vibrating. Oh my... oh OOOH... MMMMM yes... she could feel the vibrations pulsating through both the egg and the butt plug. Her whole cunt and ass region was abuzz.

And as quickly as it started, it ended. She was almost sad.

Then it started up again, only this time, with a pulsating pattern. OOH... Now it got more intense... Yes, MMMM... she began to squirm. OH YES, I could come to this, Dani thought. But then she remembered, he said not to cum. NO, NO, Stop, I won't be able to not cum if this keeps up.

Almost as if on cue. The vibration stopped. The perspiration that started to bead on her forehead started to drip; she had no way to wipe her face. It was itchy. Really Dani, you fucking fool.

She smiled at her predicament. And she frowned.

It began anew, first the buzz, then the surcease, then the buzz, longer and more intense, before subsiding to barely a dribble of a sense.

She was squirming, she was so close to coming and trying hard not to. She closed her eyes and bowed her head.

"Don't open your eyes," Don't look at me," was all she heard. She did as she was told and kept her head bowed and facing forward. She felt him lean over her and place a blindfold on her eyes. Now for sure she was unable to see who he was. She very much wanted to see him, but he had other plans.

"Hi Dani, hope you are feeling good right now." She nodded affirmatively.

"Are you glad you are here?" Yes, she nodded again.

Though she couldn't see, he smiled. He loved this first moment, this only moment something like this could ever take place. The complete and utter surrender, the capitulation of her will to him, sight unseen, sound unheard, she was at his mercy.

He reached down between her thighs and caressed its smooth silkiness. He could feel how damp she was; he turned the vibrator on again, this time with a low and steady hum. Her legs were trembling...

He raised her skirt, she could feel his eyes gazing at her lovely cheeks. She wiggled them teasingly. He laughed and she loved hearing him.

THWACK, she felt his hand, first on one cheek, then THWACK, again on the other. She felt the butt plug jiggle and the egg wiggle, she was on fire, she was completely enthralled by her situation. She was loving it, scared, but definitely loving it too.

He reached around and pulled up her blouse and her bra until they were high on her chest, exposing her now pouty, pointy nipples. He toyed with each nipple, pinching them, rubbing them, wetting them, blowing on them and then, she felt the pinch of cold steel of nipple clamps; she winced as the pain bit in, before they began to numb out a bit...

He caressed her face, he leaned in, and pulled it to one side. He kissed her cheek and then leaned in further to kiss her lips. She opened them and stuck out her tongue to kiss, but he pulled back, teasing her, going in, pulling out, not quite kissing her...

Then he did, full on kissed. She loved how he took her mouth and made it his. They kissed and kissed, he yanked on her clamps, she winced, He turned up the egg, she shivered. She drew back and said, "I don't know how much longer I can keep from cumming, I'm so close."

He stopped, everything, the kissing, the vibrations, the tugging. She caught her breath.

He leaned in... and whispered, "Ass or Cunt,"

"What," she replied.

"Ass or Cunt."

Oh, she pondered a moment. Ordinarily she would never let someone inside her backdoor, not until she knew them well and felt comfortable with them. But for some reason, she said, "Ass."

"Good girl."

He proceeded to pull down her thong, until it was down around her knees. He also undid the button of her skirt, which fell to the floor easily... he toyed with the butt plug, pushing it in, pulling it out, letting it plop back in, before finally taking it out all the way. Now she knew why it was the size it was; he needed to get her ready.

He had already lubed his now very hard and turgid cock. He slathered up her rosebud with even more lube. She could feel his cock at the entrance to her backdoor, pushing in, spreading her...

Whoa, he was much thicker than the plug, could she take him? It started to hurt, she squirmed, she started to say something, but he shoved his fingers in her mouth, stopping all protestation otherwise. She took a deep breath and pressed against him as he pressed forward until his fat cockhead slipped past the outer ring. He was in...

He turned the vibrator on high, he grabbed her hair and pulled her back, she tugged against the bed and handcuffs that kept her immobile, he grabbed her hips and started to fuck her ass in earnest. She moaned, she squealed, she started to pant, heavier and heavier...

It was starting. She was getting so close, if he didn't stop pounding her ass, making her feel full, or keeping the vibrating spreading its affect throughout her pussy, she was going to cum... yes...

"UMMMM, UUUNGGH, I'm gonna, gonna, cum... can I cum..."

He didn't say anything.

"I cannot hold it back, please Sir, can I cum... "

"No."

She yelled, she screamed, "aaiyeeeyeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh," She squeezed her legs together hard, putting more pressure, trying hard not to focus on the pleasure, the fullness, the pounding and slapping of his balls against the back of her thighs. She grabbed the bed frame and squeezed her hands as tight as she could, she shook her head back and forth vigorously; she tried not to feel the vibrations, the constant tug of the clamps as she tried not to jiggle any more, for each time she did, the clamps sent a bolt of delicious pain through her torso and down into the pit of her cunt. Beams of electricity coursing all throughout her hungry torso.

"NO, NO, NO... I can't.... I can't stop... Oh Sir," she panted. "SIR, please, I need to cum... PLEASE, she screamed..."

It was clear to him, she was losing the battle, her body was writhing, shaking, shimmering even, her skin started to flush, she was close... He continued to watch his cock as he rammed its hardness in and out of her ass... She was ready.

He leaned over and, bringing his naked flesh down on top of her back, his mouth close to her left ear.

"Do you want to cum?"

She nodded yes, rapidly, she had lost her ability to speak, so caught between letting her orgasm cum and holding it back in abeyance.

"Cum for me," was all he said.

The wail started low and guttural and quickly became a banshee scream... AAAAYYYYEEEEIIIEEEYYY... YES, YES,... YEAAAAAA...OH GOD.... FUCK.... FUCK.... OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

Her orgasm was intense, it was earth shattering, she pressed hard, backward against his cock, fully rammed deep inside her ass. She folded over the edge of the bed frame, her knees bent, he continued to fuck, pounding her, in and out... her hips were the anchors for his hands, now tightly gripped. He had yet to cum.

She subsided, she couldn't believe how incredibly intense that was, never, ever had she cum that hard or wanted it that bad. Oh fuck... she felt him continuing to slip in and out of her ass.

He stopped the vibrator. Good, for she was now a bit overly sensitive, he slowed his rhythm, not by much, but by just enough, so she could catch her breath.

The vibrator turned on again, the familiar ache of a pending orgasm was inserting itself again. It would not be long before she came yet again. She was loving it, yes, she was loving being fucked by this man who she had never met, never seen. She was being taken, she willingly gave herself to him. How fucking sexy.

THWACK, THWACK, he was spanking her, and fucking her. He reached around and pulled on the clovers, new pain, new pleasure starting to eke their way into her tits before spiraling deeper inside.

His pounding increased, his grip tightened, his breath quickened, she could feel him beginning his own orgasm path. Faster he stroked, harder, faster yet again... She could feel her orgasm building right alongside his and then, just before he was ready, as was she, though he kept fucking her ass, he stopped the vibrator, and he yanked the chain on the clovers until both clamps pulled away and off her nipples.

There wasn't anything at first, but then all of a sudden, the pain, the sensation of feeling came rushing back into her nips, almost to the point of excluding all other sensations. He slapped her ass, hard, once, then twice and even more, then he let out this bloodthirsty yell. She felt his semen erupting inside and she heard, again, "cum for me,"

Fuck, OH FUCK, OOOOOH, YES... FUCK ME, (He was), I'M CUMMMING, she yelled and screamed, and yelled, right alongside him.

She collapsed, spent, she laid there, like a broken doll. Her hair matted, her body drenched with sweat, her shirt soaking wet, her ankles and wrist sore from all the tugging on the cuffs...

He laid on top of her, his full weight, his cock softening and then, once soft enough, it pulled out of her ass of its own volition. She was stuffed and full and wet and sated. Her breathing, thus far ragged and rangy, began to quiet.

He got off her, kneeled down and uncuffed her ankles, then her wrists. And without taking off her blindfold, he brought her around to the side of the bed, she stood there patiently, while she heard the sound of the sheets being pulled back, he guided her until she laid down and he slid in beside her, both of them continuing to catch their breath. He cradled her in his arms... she fell asleep, sated, happy and content.

Chapter Two, Saturday Morning -

She dreamt the dream of the dead, flashes of color and space, time and places, people and animals, even spiders crawled through her psyche that night. But an insistent pressure kept wending its way in and out of the scenes that bubbled up, she felt a pleasant sensation, no, an exquisite one.

She slowly began to find her way back towards consciousness. She reached down and felt something moving down between her legs. She couldn't make it out, but whatever it was, she was wanting more. She pressed and as she did, the pleasure increased.

She opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. Whoa, what's going on? Where was she, why was she feeling what she was feeling, which now she started to realize, she was being thoroughly kissed and licked on her lips. Her lips down below that was. Oh, that feeling is so glorying.... Mmmm.... He was eating her, making love to her pussy. Now she was aware, she still had the blindfold on. It appeared to still be night for no light leaked in from around the edge of the blindfold. She surrendered to the sensations; he was taking his time, making love to her pussy with his tongue, not trying to get her off, just enjoying her taste. She hoped she tasted good (he definitely thought she did).

He stopped and pulled up next to her, "Hi," he said.

"Hi," she replied.

"Did you enjoy your nap?"

"I did... what time is it?"

"6 in the morning."

"How long was I asleep?"

"About 8 hours."

"Wow, I must have been tired."

He laughed and nodded, though she couldn't see him. Yes, even through my pulling out the vibrating egg. Oh, right, she had forgotten about that.

"How long am I not going to be able to see you."

"You can see me anytime you want."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she could hear the mirth in his response.

She reached up and pulled down the blindfold. As it was still dark, she saw his outline, but not his details. He reached over to the table lamp and flicked it on. As her eyes adjusted, she could see him. For an older gent, he was quite handsome. Not her type handsome, but ruggedly handsome in his own right. It looked to her as he had live a good life so far. And he was obviously in shape, not hard body, rock hard in shape, but evidence of a strong torso, borne from athletic pursuits or manual labor was obvious to be seen. She smiled, pleased and happy. At least he's not a fat ugly fuck.

She then noticed, that her skirt and thong had also been removed, as had her shirt and bra, she was completely naked, as was he. She looked down to his sleeping cock and for whatever reason, she reached down to touch him.

"This is what fucked my ass last night?" She asked.

"I certainly hope so, as it's the only one I have."

She laughed, he was easy to talk to. He always was easy to talk to. That was one of the hallmarks of the relationship they struck, she adored the ease with which they communicated and shared, anything and everything. She longed to find a mate to do this with. And though she hadn't yet, and he wasn't available in this way (and a bit too old for her). At least, she could enjoy the experience of being with a man, who understood her and who let her be completely herself, without feeling threatened by the various facets of her being. She felt safe.

And as she toyed with his cock, it began to stir. She watched as it grew harder and longer... and harder and longer still. And thicker.

Her eyes widened, she looked at him and he cracked a knowing smile. She giggled.

"You put that monster in my ass, last night."

He nodded, yes.

"Had I seen him before hand, I would have said, no fucking way!"

"I know, most women will never let him near their back door. It's a shame really. "

"No wonder I felt so full, so turned on."

"Musta been the egg that did that," he said.

She laughed. He loved her laugh and the ease with which she fell into the banter with him.

Now she sat upright in bed and continued to stroke his cock, she brought her head closer to it, she could smell the musk of their fucking from last night, though it was obvious he had washed it sometime between then and now...

She licked his cockhead, thick and round, she tongue-toyed with the underside, that sensitive area and made him jerk a few times. That aroused her and she could feel her pussy swelling up in response.

She leaned in to take his cock more fully into her mouth and he moaned. She loved the way it felt, the way it filled up her mouth. She felt him grab her head, with both hands. Yes, make me take your cock, she thought.

As if he heard those thoughts, he started to pump his full cock into her mouth, he pressed down, until it pressed hard against the back of her throat. She gagged, she hated and loved it, when that happened, he kept it there, she couldn't breathe, she started to push, self-preservationly against his thighs, to please let her grab a breath of air.

But he wouldn't have it. He kept pressing deeper into her mouth, almost forcing his cockhead into her throat. Her eyes watered, her lungs heaved, trying desperately to get the air she needed.

He relented, she pulled off his cock, her drool completely coating his cock and balls, she gasps and heaved in big globs of air, as tears streamed down her face and drool from her mouth, from the effort.

"Wow, that was something, she could barely speak." She kept stroking his cock, watching the precum continuing to bubble up from his pee hole.

"Suck my cock, make me cum, Dani... NOW."

Without hesitation, she engulfed his cock and sucked him for all she was worth. She loved his demand on her. Loved it. Wanted it. Needed it.

She bobbed up and down, his cock shone slickly in the glow of the single lamp lit, her little fist held the based and pulled his skin taut, furthering adding to the tension of sucking. This time, of her own volition, she rammed his cock as deep as she could into her mouth, beginning to gag, her whole body trying to get her off his cock.

He lurched up, eyes closed and was maximally enjoying this unbelievable blow-job. This little lass knew exactly what to do, to elicit maximum enjoyment from the act. It wouldn't be long now, but for the moment, he savored her expert cocksucking skills. She was more than he imagined and this very much pleased him.

"Damn you are good, girl, your mouth is something else; just as good as that tight little backdoor of yours. You love having a cock deep dive into your throat." It was a statement, not a question.

"Mmmmm, yummmm, mmmmm," she responded, not wanting to stop the pending cum she felt building up in his balls, now nestled in the palm of one hand. She circled her fingers around the base of his balls, squeezing them tight, forcing both sacs to pull further away from his body. This had the simultaneous effect of increasing his need to cum, but forcing him to not cum too. The sweet agony of being in two places at once. Yes, two can play this game; she smiled around his cock.

"Oh FUCK, you little bitch, you do know what you are doing, this feels so good/bad. Fuck, let me cum."

She knew she had him right where she wanted him, if he could make her wait four days to cum, she was going to make him wait for, what, mere seconds? Payback is a bitch; she chuckled.

It was almost too much, he was on the edge, ready to explode, but he couldn't cum. She made sure of it by keeping his balls from starting their ascent back into his body, so he could. It was exquisite the pain/pleasure she was putting him through.

"Let me cum, you little hussy, NOW!!"

Their eyes locked, their wrestling match of wits fully underway. It was then his turn to plead his case, with dog-doe eyes looking back at her, she couldn't resist the look.

Her hand released its hold...

"OH. SHIT. FUCK. GOOOOOD. YES.... I'm gonna UUUHHH..."

But before he came, she pulled her mouth off him and started to pump his cock with her hand, faster and faster... he came, jets of white semen spewing out that little pee hole, onto his chest and into her face, dribbling out and down his cock and across her clenched fist, still holding his now spent maleness.

He was wracked with convulsions, releasing all of his pent up need... he reached down and pulled him onto her, his cum now smearing all over her torso, as well as his.

He kissed her hard and licked her face, he tasted and smeared his own cum all over.

"Ewwww," she said and they both laughed, as she sidled off to one side and rested her head in the crook of his arm. They both fell asleep, that sated, satisfied sleep...

Saturday Noon -

He awoke and noticed she was gone. But he heard her next door, in the shower. He smiled, already she was making herself at home. Good. For he needed to get ready with the next thing on his list for the weekend.

He got out of bed and nakedly, sauntered to the shower, where he pulled the curtain back to see her all soaped up and wet. Her hair was matted down, having washed it earlier, he really liked this look on her. It was also obvious that she was taking a bit of liberty with herself as her panting was a bit quick and skin flushed.

"Am I interrupting something, here?" He asked, as an eyebrow over one eye raised. She smiled the look of a guilty person with their hand in the cookie jar, or cookie cunt perhaps. He stepped over the rim of the tub and without a word, slipped his finger into her sopping wet, slick cunt. He buried two fingers deep and she moaned appreciatingly at the intrusion.

His fingers slid in and out, deeply, he felt for her G-spot and found it, already swollen and coarse, from the ministrations thus far imparted. He tickled it over and over and watched her face as she contorted with pleasure and need. She quickly grabbed his wrist and attempted to force him to drive his fingers deeper and harder. He did so, while her other hand reached for his shoulder to steady herself. She was close, so close. She rose upon her toes and just as her orgasm came, she buried her face into his neck and started to shake and convulse. Her knees buckled from the intensity; she would have fallen had he not snaked his arm around her waist to steady her torso as she lived out the remainder of the experience.

They remained embraced that way, under the cascade of the warm water that steamed out of the shower head above. He held her close, she held him close, his fingers still buried, feeling the ebbing of her pulsations subsiding.

He withdrew his fingers and ran them up the curvature of her back, until he held her neck. She leaned back to look up at him, their eyes locked. They kissed... and kissed, the gentle nature of this interaction endearing each to the other.

He reached down and turned off the water, grabbed for the fluffy white towels and wrapped her up in one, before himself, and went back to the bedroom. They laid there for about an hour, talking about nonsensical things, about each other, their lives, loves and challenges. In short, they spent time getting to know each other, given that this was the first time they had ever met face-to-face. This was the first time they had a chance to know if they truly enjoyed the 'chemistry' of connection with each other. One can fuck, one can dominate or submit, but one never knows if there is a connection until the souls lock eyes. It was clear to each of them that they truly enjoyed each other's company.

"Come on, as much as I'd like to stay here the rest of the day, I've an agenda to follow. Time to get up,"

Dani pouted, she was so enjoying this tender time, this 'vanilla' time. Funny how this works, when everything is so intense with the D/s dynamic, which she has spent a long time yearning for, it turns out that regular 'vanilla' sex took on a different and fuller dimension and meaning. She was beginning to understand that there is a place for both the plain and kink. She liked it.

"Time to throw on your jeans and a t-shirt; hope you brought some boots."

"As a matter of fact, I did," she smiled.

"Good, put them on, but you are not to wear any panties or bra, just your jeans, a T and your boots."

"Socks?" She asked.

"Well, if you have to, OK, I'll allow it." He smiled, and she giggled.

They walked out to the garage, where they found his Harley sitting there, gleamingly clean. He had spent the prior day getting it detailed to a thing of beauty. Well, it was a beautiful bike already. He rolled it out of the garage, started it up, damn that rumble never gets old. He climbed on, then she did. She held onto him as the roared off into the distance.

Up into the mountains they climbed, first passing the local suburban houses, ranch style, most of them. Gaining altitude, you could see the city scape dropping away behind them and the trees beckoning them forward. And though it was a warm day, the air did chill down a bit causing Dani to reach in tighter, leaning her face closer to nuzzle his neck, smelling his scent as he continued to display his agility on the road. She so loved motorcycles.

Finally, after about 45 minutes climbing the hills into a sleepy little town called Evergreen, he pulled onto a dirt road; not exactly the best surface to ride a Harley atop. Nonetheless after five minutes of a bouncy and dusty ride, they came to a rather remote clearing that overlooked the town's lake down below.

They got off the bike and she looked across the commanding vista, seeing the town of Denver in the background...

"Strip," he said.

"What," she replied.

"You heard me."

"Ummm...," she was seriously considering saying no. But the way he was eying her, in that moment, she thought it better not to go against his wishes and began to remove her clothes and stood there naked...her pussy began to swell and seep...

Stay tuned for the rest of the weekend, if interested. Thank you for reading; if you made it all the way to the end, KUDOs for hanging in there.

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