The moment I met Steven, I knew there was something different, something special about him. Behind those dark eyes of sapphire lay strength, a rage, that clawed at my very soul and drew me to him. He was tall and well muscled, but his power came from within. He moved me with his quiet confidence and a masculine wisdom I’d never before encountered.
We met in Provincetown at tea dance. I was on line getting a drink
when I noticed him a few feet away staring at me. He looked so delicious in his tight jeans and a plain black t shirt that accentuated his small waist and bulky chest. The very sight of him took my breath away.
I knew immediately that there was a connection between us, and I could tell from his lecherous gaze that my tight miniskirt had a dazzling effect on him. There was no doubt he wanted me. And I him. I could feel my nipples stiffening and my pussy drooling, soaking my panties.
But Steven didn’t approach me. And, after standing around for several hours and turning down several dance opportunities, I realized that I had lost track of him and assumed he had left. So, after three hours of what I figured was a wasted evening, I left the party and started back across the beach to my room.
But as I strolled across the sand beneath the chilly, dark sky, a voice came from the night.
“You give up too easily,” he said.
I turned, and there stood Steven leaning against a pier support, his arms crossed confidently over his manly chest.
“You disappeared,” I said. “If you wanted to talk to me, why are you playing games?”
“I enjoy trivial pursuits,” he quipped.
His comment kind of pissed me off, but at the same time I couldn’t help but notice how sexy he was. He had these chiseled facial features and a handsome, self assured manner that made my lower lip quiver just slightly. He was intimidating and inviting all at once. He was gentle yet angry, wild yet logical. He was, to say the least, an enigma. And I wanted to know more.
As we spoke there in the middle of the beach, he began moving closer to me. Before long we were nose to nose, with his mouth pressed against mine. His lips were hot and sweet, and I opened my mouth hungrily to accept his tongue.
His hands moved up my thighs, and his fingers groped wildly at my panties. My blood was boiling, and I wanted nothing more at that moment than for Steven to ravage me right there on the grass. But no. Instead he tore my panties from my hips. Literally tore them! My eyes were wide with excitement and my breathing was heavy.
Stepping back, he held the ripped panties to his face and sniffed. I watched silently, more turned on than ever before.
Your scent is exquisite,” he said, his eyes closed as he savored my feminine smell. “I will see you again. This will be blissful.”
With that he turned and walked away, stuffing my panties into his back pocket as he strode off into the sunset.
I didn’t see or hear from Steven for two days. It was a Tuesday night, and my roommate was at her summer job. I was in bed, reading, when a knock came at my door. Steven didn’t wait to be asked in he simply entered. The moment I closed the door behind him, I felt the power of his presence. The danger.
He said nothing. He walked about the room, surveying the decor, the posters on the wall, the feminine trappings.
“You’re a very lovely girl, Ellen,” he said. “Of all the women at that party the other night, you were the only one I desired. How does that make you feel?”
“I feel honored,” I said, unsure of myself.
“Honored? You don’t act as if you’re honored. How would a girl who is honored act? How do you think you should?”
In my mind I told myself that this was all a game, just a little psychodrama to release the tension. But deep down, at the core of my being, I knew that it was for real. A sexual rush shot through me as I stood against the door, wearing nothing but a t shirt and a pair of gym shorts. I could feel my cunt juices begin to flow. I could feel my nipples swelling. I ached for Steven to fuck me.
“How does an honored girl act?” I asked.
“Strip for me,” he said.
I hesitated only a second, for I’d known that this was coming. I knew it, and I was happy for it.
Slowly I hoisted my shirt over my head and then shimmied out of my shorts, I stood before Steven completely nude, totally accessible, vulnerable. Naked was my body, naked was my soul. I was his for the taking and I began to weep.
“Are these tears of joy?” he asked.
“Yes, oh yes,” I whimpered.
“Kneel,” he instructed, and I did.
“Now crawl across the floor to where I’m standing. I have a present for you.”
On all fours I crawled across my room and knelt at Steven’s feet. As tears trickled down my cheeks, he unfastened his trousers and took out his cock. It was a beautifully long and slender specimen, with a handsome head.
Eagerly I took him in my mouth and sucked. I coated his cock with saliva and savored the sensation of it swelling in my mouth. Minutes later, again obeying his command, I was facedown on the bed.
“Raise your ass,” he snapped, “and arch your back.”
I did as directed and in my mind pictured myself, splayed on all fours, my cunt pink and wet, my asshole inviting penetration, my asscheeks begging to be slapped. I was a vision of female submission.
As I lay there on the bed, Steven gagged me with the panties he had ripped from my hips that fateful night we met. For the first time I could taste a cunt, and I was sure that I could also taste some semen. Yes, Steven had jerked off copiously into my panties.
Before long, Steven began lightly slapping my buttocks. With each strike, I whimpered just a little, spiraling quickly down into a subterranean sexual universe.
Fingering my cunt, he used my pussy juices to wet my anus and then probed me there. Soon he joined me on the bed and thrust his solid cock deep into my cunt. His every thrust sent shivers of ecstasy through me and I was sure I would never again feel a sensation so great. Until, that is, he pulled out and slipped himself into my tight ass. With the panty gag in my mouth, I screamed with joy. Steven continued thrusting hard and deep into my bottom, bringing me to a savage orgasm before shooting his seed into my rectum.
Before he left, Steven tied me to my bed with several pairs of my pantyhose. He left the panty gag in my mouth and blindfolded me with one of my scarves.
“When your roommate returns and she frees you,” he said, “tell her you like it this way. Tell her you asked for it this way.”
It’s been ten years since that memorable night, and today Steven and I are man and wife. I am constantly thinking of ways to serve him, to please him. His every wish is my command.
Who would have thought a life so submissive could be this liberating?
Ms. E.V., Massachusetts