The first time I lay eyes on her, it was like an instant spark. The loud music and drunken crowd are completely invisible to me. "I must have you," I thought to myself. Her bright red lipstick and deep blue eyes instantly have my hormones rushing. The bright blue one piece dress matches your eyes, and leaves enough to the imagination to make me insatiable. The vertical black stripes on the skirt make your curves flow beautifully. I want you; no, I need you. She glances my way, and I see her eyes light up with the same glow that mine must have.
I start to meander my way through the crowd, maneuvering around the groups of people that block my path to you. In stark contrast, every step of yours seems to part the crowd with ease. Her stride is a little short, but not unnaturally so. A few drunk men grab her , but she doesn't even take notice. Her powerful walk just heads in my direction.
I extend my hand as an invitation to dance. Without pause she lays her palm in mine and almost automatically I raise our grasp up above her head. She twirls inward until my arm is around her waist, and her perfect, slender body is pressed tight up against mine. I whisper as sexually as I can into her ear, "I need you." The tone of voice I choose is not one of desperation, or even one of power. It isn't a request or a suggestion; it is a command. Her arm wraps up around my head and she whispers back, "I'm yours." Her voice is heavenly.
“May I invite you to my house?” She nods and smiles, shyly looking down to my feet before raising her eyes to meet mine. Her eyes scream lust and need.
“I'd like nothing more,” she says softly. I escort her out to my waiting vehicle, parked right out front. The driver opens the door for the lady and I and we step inside. The door closes and once the driver gets in, we depart for my house. Seconds after we start rolling, I place a finger on her chin and turn her head towards me.
“May I know your name, miss?”
“Kara. And may I know yours, Sir?” Sir. I like that.
“If I told you that my name was Sir, would you believe me?” She bites her lower lip.
“Probably not, but who am I to question?” My eyes scan her body, and my erection is becoming harder to hide. It is just now that I notice a flash of shiny metal around her thigh. I know instantly what it is, but I don't say anything. My gaze returns upon her eyes and notice a new look. Her eyes look softer and her lips a tiny bit parted. She wants me, but it's more than that. She may be the type of girl to go out for self confidence boosts, but I don't think it's that. She may go out for the thrill of the chase, but I courted her too easily. My mind races with ideas, but her voice snaps me out of it.
“Sir, please stop undressing me with your eyes. I have a surprise for you later on.” I already know of the surprise, but I figure I can keep a secret. For now.
“Can I undress you with my hands later tonight,” I ask, knowing the answer already. It's more to continue the conversation than to ask permission.
“You could undress me right now if you desired, Sir. But if you wait until we are inside your house, I'll make the wait worth it.” All the doubt in my mind disappeared with these words. I knew she wasn't the type to doubt her body. She may have liked the chase, but I never chased her. She wanted someone to take control over her. Whether it be for tonight or forever, she wanted someone special. She wanted a Master.
The car slows down and stops right in front of my house. My driver gets out and opens my door, and I step out. She grabs my extended hand and I help her out of the car. I tip the driver heavily and escort Kara through the front door. Her tiny strides slightly impair her on the steps, and several times she had to brace against me, but she continues on. Not a second after the front door closes does she turn to me and looks me straight in the eye. Her eyes are soft.
“I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but a house is a better place for this.” She reaches into a hidden pocket imbedded in her dress adjacent to her left breast. She pulls out a set of two keys on a small ring. One of them is a standard key, the other is just a textured tube. No protrusions, no big notches, just a textures cylinder.
“What are those,” I ask as if not knowing what they are the keys to. She hands them to me, and then sinks down to her knees, her head down.
“Sir, I am a very kinky girl. I like to be used and abused. I could tell that you are confident about yourself, which is why I walked to you. When you first spoke, and those words were so commanding...I just couldn't help it.” She looks up at me, into my eyes. “And when you said your name was Sir...I just fell apart inside. I know you're the one to take control of me. If I'm not the one for you, please just hand the keys back and let me leave...” I could see a look of submissiveness in her eyes.
I start to walk a circle around her like a vulture stalking its meal. “I've been a Master to many girls before, but none were ever as dedicated as you are right now. If you want me to take control over you, you must show me that you will be dedicated to the cause. I won't be toyed with.” My voice is powerful and commanding, and I can see her knees trembling.
I'm not some kind of heartless person so blind to the obvious. What she is asking of me is something that takes months to prepare. Most of that time is building a sense of trust. I must trust her, and she must trust me. So why did the perfect girl, both in body and sexuality, fall into my lap?
“Kara, how much do you trust me?” She looks stunned at the question. I'm sure she was expecting something else.
“I...I guess a lot, I mean I gave you the keys to my-” she stops mid sentence.
“The keys to what, Kara?” I want her to say it.
“My sexuality.” Of course what she means is a chastity belt.
“You gave me, a complete stranger, the keys to your most primal instinct as a human being?” I give a slight chuckle. “Why?”
“Because I need a thrill, Sir. Most guys are boring. They freak out at the first sight of anything that could prevent them from getting a little bit of pussy. I want a thrill. The bar is a good place for me to go hunting for people, but they are all too drunk to know what's going on. That's when I layed eyes on you...” Her voice changed from a submissive tone to more of a powerful one.
“So you pad lock your thighs together?” She gives me an inquisitive look. “Yes, I noticed them in the car ride. What if you need to escape? What if the guy you-”
First I hear a distinctive snap of metal, then she shuffles to her feet. She is standing fully straight, arms guarding her chest, her right leg forward, muscles prominent. Her eyes are no longer soft, but focused and serious.
“If you intend to harm me, I can kill you.”
I pause for a second. “How did you...” I stumble over my words. My powerful and dominant voice has become docile, inquisitive, and unsure.
“I've been taking gymnastics since I was four. When I turned eighteen I enrolled in pole dancing lessons and am still taking them, three years later. Plus the link I used was a cheap, twenty cent link bought at the hardware store. This isn't the first time I've broken a link like this. The legs are quite powerful.” She is still standing in her fighting stance, but her arms have dropped to her sides. Her voice strikes a clear message into my head: Do not abuse this relationship.
“I'm trying to figure this out. So you are physically strong and powerful woman and you want me, a total stranger, to take complete control over you. You want me to use you for what I want, which will be sex. You want me to abuse you, which I assume means physically abuse. And you want all of this from a complete stranger when instead you could be the kind of dom that thousands of guys would drool over.”
“I've never been the one to take control. Sure, gymnastics and pole dancing require confidence and power, but it's only for that time. When I go home I want to feel used. I want to feel like there is some guy over me, tellin-no, forcing me to do whatever he wants with me. Do I trust you? I trust myself[i/] enough to get out of a situation I don't like.” By now, my erection had long subsided. I still don't fully understand why she is requesting this of a complete stranger. Why doesn't she ask some of her guy friends to do this? The thrill maybe?
“Fair enough.” I'm at a loss for what to say next. Here I thought I would have some sex with a submissive girl, and instead she is standing in front of me, ready and able to kill me. “So...Would you be able to show me the belt?” I don't know why I said those words.
Without a word she nods and lifts up the front of her dress. It astonishes me that she actually did it. One second she is ready to fight me, the next she is showing me something quite private. Maybe she does want a master after all, and I must be the guy to do it.
Around her waist, just above the hip bones, is a shiny band of metal about one inch wide.
The edges, and the inside I assume, are wrapped in a black plastic, probably neoprene. Below her belly button there is a circular button with a golden padlock. The shackle of the pad lock perfectly fits around the button, leaving no space for any sort of bolt or lock cutters to grab hold. Extending down from the center button is a curved piece of metal that hugs her body tight and goes between her legs. I can only imagine it goes around back and connects there. About six inches below the first lock the metal widens a bit and a second button connects to a piece of metal that has a bunch of holes drilled in it, probably for urination. The second button has a hole drilled in the center, but no padlock. Chains extend down from each side of the belt to thigh bands placed about one third of the way down her thighs. There are small rings on the inward of each of the bands, probably to hold a pad lock or link like the one she broke.
Female chastity belts usually come with two components: the waist and crotch band, and a secondary shield. The crotch band has an opening that still leaves the vagina exposed for hygiene purposes, but the secondary shield locks to the crotch band and covers the vagina completely. That must be what the second button what locking on, and the first button must be locking the entire belt together.
“That is the most beautiful device I have ever seen. Can you turn around for me? I want to see the back of it.” Again, without a word she smiles, turns around, and bends over. She hikes the back of the skirt up and I can see that the band going between her legs hugs her body until it meets up with the back of the waist band. The crotch band widens a bit and an ellipse is cut to reveal her anus. A third button is located where the crotch band meets the waist band, and it looks similar to the one holding on the secondary shield. This one is protruding a little more though, and doesn't appear to have anything connected to it.
I look at the keys in my hand. “So, I assume one key unlocks the lock of the waist band, one key unlocks the shield covering that pussy of yours?”
“Yes. You're familiar with chastity belts I assume?” Her tone of voice is returning to more submissive.
“Highly. I also assume you have another set of keys, possibly two or three sets, waiting in your house?”
“I'll never tell.” She smiles and winks at me.
“I'll tell you what. You want me to be dominant, but I feel we need to talk about this more. But even though my erection is gone, I still want to get something tonight. So, if I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock, would you?” I figure this can't hurt. If she really wants to be my slave, she will follow my orders. If something isn't right, she will leave. She kneels down, tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and opens her mouth wide.
“And if I told you I was going to cum in your mouth and expected you to swallow all of it, would you?” She clasps her arms behind her with a perfect parallel to the ground. I approach her, unzipping my pants and slowly pulling my now growing cock out.
“And if I told you that I will keep these keys and unlock you whenever I please, which wont be tonight, would you still want to do this?” Her knees open wide, wider than I've ever seen someone do.
I stick my cock in her mouth like I own her. Her lips wrap around it.“This position is called kneel or kneeling. Whenever I tell you to kneel or get into the kneeling position, I expect you to get into this position. We will refine it as we go on, and I will introduce more positions. Use your mouth and get me off.” Her head starts to bob up and down on my now fully erect cock. I've received many blowjobs before, some from “professionals”, but most amateur. But this is, without a doubt, the best one I've ever received. Periodically she will look up at me with those brilliant blue eyes and it makes me even more primal that I already am.
I start to meander my way through the crowd, maneuvering around the groups of people that block my path to you. In stark contrast, every step of yours seems to part the crowd with ease. Her stride is a little short, but not unnaturally so. A few drunk men grab her , but she doesn't even take notice. Her powerful walk just heads in my direction.
I extend my hand as an invitation to dance. Without pause she lays her palm in mine and almost automatically I raise our grasp up above her head. She twirls inward until my arm is around her waist, and her perfect, slender body is pressed tight up against mine. I whisper as sexually as I can into her ear, "I need you." The tone of voice I choose is not one of desperation, or even one of power. It isn't a request or a suggestion; it is a command. Her arm wraps up around my head and she whispers back, "I'm yours." Her voice is heavenly.
“May I invite you to my house?” She nods and smiles, shyly looking down to my feet before raising her eyes to meet mine. Her eyes scream lust and need.
“I'd like nothing more,” she says softly. I escort her out to my waiting vehicle, parked right out front. The driver opens the door for the lady and I and we step inside. The door closes and once the driver gets in, we depart for my house. Seconds after we start rolling, I place a finger on her chin and turn her head towards me.
“May I know your name, miss?”
“Kara. And may I know yours, Sir?” Sir. I like that.
“If I told you that my name was Sir, would you believe me?” She bites her lower lip.
“Probably not, but who am I to question?” My eyes scan her body, and my erection is becoming harder to hide. It is just now that I notice a flash of shiny metal around her thigh. I know instantly what it is, but I don't say anything. My gaze returns upon her eyes and notice a new look. Her eyes look softer and her lips a tiny bit parted. She wants me, but it's more than that. She may be the type of girl to go out for self confidence boosts, but I don't think it's that. She may go out for the thrill of the chase, but I courted her too easily. My mind races with ideas, but her voice snaps me out of it.
“Sir, please stop undressing me with your eyes. I have a surprise for you later on.” I already know of the surprise, but I figure I can keep a secret. For now.
“Can I undress you with my hands later tonight,” I ask, knowing the answer already. It's more to continue the conversation than to ask permission.
“You could undress me right now if you desired, Sir. But if you wait until we are inside your house, I'll make the wait worth it.” All the doubt in my mind disappeared with these words. I knew she wasn't the type to doubt her body. She may have liked the chase, but I never chased her. She wanted someone to take control over her. Whether it be for tonight or forever, she wanted someone special. She wanted a Master.
The car slows down and stops right in front of my house. My driver gets out and opens my door, and I step out. She grabs my extended hand and I help her out of the car. I tip the driver heavily and escort Kara through the front door. Her tiny strides slightly impair her on the steps, and several times she had to brace against me, but she continues on. Not a second after the front door closes does she turn to me and looks me straight in the eye. Her eyes are soft.
“I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but a house is a better place for this.” She reaches into a hidden pocket imbedded in her dress adjacent to her left breast. She pulls out a set of two keys on a small ring. One of them is a standard key, the other is just a textured tube. No protrusions, no big notches, just a textures cylinder.
“What are those,” I ask as if not knowing what they are the keys to. She hands them to me, and then sinks down to her knees, her head down.
“Sir, I am a very kinky girl. I like to be used and abused. I could tell that you are confident about yourself, which is why I walked to you. When you first spoke, and those words were so commanding...I just couldn't help it.” She looks up at me, into my eyes. “And when you said your name was Sir...I just fell apart inside. I know you're the one to take control of me. If I'm not the one for you, please just hand the keys back and let me leave...” I could see a look of submissiveness in her eyes.
I start to walk a circle around her like a vulture stalking its meal. “I've been a Master to many girls before, but none were ever as dedicated as you are right now. If you want me to take control over you, you must show me that you will be dedicated to the cause. I won't be toyed with.” My voice is powerful and commanding, and I can see her knees trembling.
I'm not some kind of heartless person so blind to the obvious. What she is asking of me is something that takes months to prepare. Most of that time is building a sense of trust. I must trust her, and she must trust me. So why did the perfect girl, both in body and sexuality, fall into my lap?
“Kara, how much do you trust me?” She looks stunned at the question. I'm sure she was expecting something else.
“I...I guess a lot, I mean I gave you the keys to my-” she stops mid sentence.
“The keys to what, Kara?” I want her to say it.
“My sexuality.” Of course what she means is a chastity belt.
“You gave me, a complete stranger, the keys to your most primal instinct as a human being?” I give a slight chuckle. “Why?”
“Because I need a thrill, Sir. Most guys are boring. They freak out at the first sight of anything that could prevent them from getting a little bit of pussy. I want a thrill. The bar is a good place for me to go hunting for people, but they are all too drunk to know what's going on. That's when I layed eyes on you...” Her voice changed from a submissive tone to more of a powerful one.
“So you pad lock your thighs together?” She gives me an inquisitive look. “Yes, I noticed them in the car ride. What if you need to escape? What if the guy you-”
First I hear a distinctive snap of metal, then she shuffles to her feet. She is standing fully straight, arms guarding her chest, her right leg forward, muscles prominent. Her eyes are no longer soft, but focused and serious.
“If you intend to harm me, I can kill you.”
I pause for a second. “How did you...” I stumble over my words. My powerful and dominant voice has become docile, inquisitive, and unsure.
“I've been taking gymnastics since I was four. When I turned eighteen I enrolled in pole dancing lessons and am still taking them, three years later. Plus the link I used was a cheap, twenty cent link bought at the hardware store. This isn't the first time I've broken a link like this. The legs are quite powerful.” She is still standing in her fighting stance, but her arms have dropped to her sides. Her voice strikes a clear message into my head: Do not abuse this relationship.
“I'm trying to figure this out. So you are physically strong and powerful woman and you want me, a total stranger, to take complete control over you. You want me to use you for what I want, which will be sex. You want me to abuse you, which I assume means physically abuse. And you want all of this from a complete stranger when instead you could be the kind of dom that thousands of guys would drool over.”
“I've never been the one to take control. Sure, gymnastics and pole dancing require confidence and power, but it's only for that time. When I go home I want to feel used. I want to feel like there is some guy over me, tellin-no, forcing me to do whatever he wants with me. Do I trust you? I trust myself[i/] enough to get out of a situation I don't like.” By now, my erection had long subsided. I still don't fully understand why she is requesting this of a complete stranger. Why doesn't she ask some of her guy friends to do this? The thrill maybe?
“Fair enough.” I'm at a loss for what to say next. Here I thought I would have some sex with a submissive girl, and instead she is standing in front of me, ready and able to kill me. “So...Would you be able to show me the belt?” I don't know why I said those words.
Without a word she nods and lifts up the front of her dress. It astonishes me that she actually did it. One second she is ready to fight me, the next she is showing me something quite private. Maybe she does want a master after all, and I must be the guy to do it.
Around her waist, just above the hip bones, is a shiny band of metal about one inch wide.
The edges, and the inside I assume, are wrapped in a black plastic, probably neoprene. Below her belly button there is a circular button with a golden padlock. The shackle of the pad lock perfectly fits around the button, leaving no space for any sort of bolt or lock cutters to grab hold. Extending down from the center button is a curved piece of metal that hugs her body tight and goes between her legs. I can only imagine it goes around back and connects there. About six inches below the first lock the metal widens a bit and a second button connects to a piece of metal that has a bunch of holes drilled in it, probably for urination. The second button has a hole drilled in the center, but no padlock. Chains extend down from each side of the belt to thigh bands placed about one third of the way down her thighs. There are small rings on the inward of each of the bands, probably to hold a pad lock or link like the one she broke.
Female chastity belts usually come with two components: the waist and crotch band, and a secondary shield. The crotch band has an opening that still leaves the vagina exposed for hygiene purposes, but the secondary shield locks to the crotch band and covers the vagina completely. That must be what the second button what locking on, and the first button must be locking the entire belt together.
“That is the most beautiful device I have ever seen. Can you turn around for me? I want to see the back of it.” Again, without a word she smiles, turns around, and bends over. She hikes the back of the skirt up and I can see that the band going between her legs hugs her body until it meets up with the back of the waist band. The crotch band widens a bit and an ellipse is cut to reveal her anus. A third button is located where the crotch band meets the waist band, and it looks similar to the one holding on the secondary shield. This one is protruding a little more though, and doesn't appear to have anything connected to it.
I look at the keys in my hand. “So, I assume one key unlocks the lock of the waist band, one key unlocks the shield covering that pussy of yours?”
“Yes. You're familiar with chastity belts I assume?” Her tone of voice is returning to more submissive.
“Highly. I also assume you have another set of keys, possibly two or three sets, waiting in your house?”
“I'll never tell.” She smiles and winks at me.
“I'll tell you what. You want me to be dominant, but I feel we need to talk about this more. But even though my erection is gone, I still want to get something tonight. So, if I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock, would you?” I figure this can't hurt. If she really wants to be my slave, she will follow my orders. If something isn't right, she will leave. She kneels down, tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and opens her mouth wide.
“And if I told you I was going to cum in your mouth and expected you to swallow all of it, would you?” She clasps her arms behind her with a perfect parallel to the ground. I approach her, unzipping my pants and slowly pulling my now growing cock out.
“And if I told you that I will keep these keys and unlock you whenever I please, which wont be tonight, would you still want to do this?” Her knees open wide, wider than I've ever seen someone do.
I stick my cock in her mouth like I own her. Her lips wrap around it.“This position is called kneel or kneeling. Whenever I tell you to kneel or get into the kneeling position, I expect you to get into this position. We will refine it as we go on, and I will introduce more positions. Use your mouth and get me off.” Her head starts to bob up and down on my now fully erect cock. I've received many blowjobs before, some from “professionals”, but most amateur. But this is, without a doubt, the best one I've ever received. Periodically she will look up at me with those brilliant blue eyes and it makes me even more primal that I already am.