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Meeting Amanda: fiction
I’m invited to your place to meet for the first time. You’re waiting by the door as I come up the walkway. When the door opens slightly and I see your face as you hide your body behind the door. Quickly you rush me in.
As the door closes I see that as promised you are wearing your 4 inch open toed heels, that’s all. God, you are gorgeous.
We’re looking at each other apprehensively. Taking in our first view. Me, fully dressed and you completely exposed. I step forward to hug you. Wrapping my arms around you’re back then sliding my hands to your ass. You slide to your knees, take my cock out and suck it. Even before our first hello, what a good slut!
I stop you after a few minutes to talk. As you stand back up I caress your breasts and lick your nipples.
We move to your room. There you undress me and we lay to cuddle and talk. Time to time during our conversation you call me Sir. You are absent mindedly stroking my cock and chest alternately. I ask what my slut has been up too and discuss future plans.
Our first time together is just to get to know one another. Spending time getting an idea of how to proceed for future forays into my submissive slut’s sexual adventures. The activities that take place will be determined during the actual event.
Our first outing:
I know that my job as her Master is to at my will bring you to a high state of arousal and maintain it until I see fit to allow her release. Having said that I know I need tools to accomplish the task:
1. A remote controlled egg shaped vibrator
2. Various sizes of butt plugs
3. Benewah balls
4. Large quantity of lube.
When I showed you my story about a submissive in an adult toy store and you thought it was hot, I thought we would start there.
Looking though your closet for a slutty outfit that allows easy access I find a short skirt (when adjusted properly it reveals her ass and pussy lips when she bends at the waist). The blouse needs to button up the front, be shear, and tight fitting. When wearing it I can instruct you to unbutton to display your tits for my and others pleasure. You are my slut, there for my pleasure.
The drive to the store is fun. We talk, I have you open your blouse. I finger your pussy. I watch as give a few truckers a site to remember.
The store:
It’s early in the day. Just past noon. The store has a few lunchtime patrons roaming the aisles. The moment we walk in the door, all eyes are on you. You blouse is has the first 3 buttons undone. And your skirt leaves everyone dying for you to bend over. Being the good obedient slut you are, you won’t make them wait long. I take you hand and start looking at the items for sale. I make sure to point out items on the top of racks so you have to stretch to reach them. As you do, I step back to enjoy the view. I see the bottom of your cheeks peeking out from your skirt and a wisp of pubic hair is visible between them. I look behind and you are attracting attention.
As you turn and show me the item you retrieved you see several men turning away, pretending to be looking at products in the store. I smile and tell you to put it back and the view is repeated. But this time I step forward and rub my hand on your exposed flesh. You are HOT!
I see a couple of more men and a woman has joined your audience. We are now in the vibrator section. We look at several. You find one of interest and turn to face me, (and your audience) hold it against your skirt. Asking my opinion I respond that it’s to hard to tell with the skirt in the way and reach over to pull up your skirt. Talk about a crowd pleaser. You look up and blush as you see the number you have attracted. I ask the crowd for their choice. One man steps up and picks one that is 10 inches long and thick. Your eyes open wide. I tell him that if he buys it, I’ll tell you to demonstrate it.
The owner comes over to see the commotion. He is smiling know that business will pick for a few minutes. I ask him for nipple clamps and the items on our list. Several men in the crowd are picking out items for you all with the understanding that they’ll see you play. The woman buys your new nipple clamps. I ask her to put them on you. I love watching your beasts being played with. She tightens the clamps until you wince in pain. I see juices running down your thighs.
You are handed the 10 incher to use. The entire store watches as you lick the head as if you actually need more lubrication. As you slide it in I open you blouse so that the clamps are easily seen. The owner takes pictures. He’s going to use them as sales aids! Amanda, you breath is labored, as you work the mammoth toy inside you. Another toy appears. Someone has turned it on and is pressing it against you clit. I look for signs from you to stop them. But you are to far gone. Now I see a butt plug getting greased up. The man looks at me for permission. I tell him gently. I love watching your face. The signs of pleasure and torment cascade across it.
Your body starts convulsing as your orgasms wash across you body. Your knees buckle. I catch you and the crowd starts applaud.
I remove the implements of pleasure (except for the nipples clamps). The spectators help us get you to our suv. Well, they are using it as an excuse to touch you. I can’t blame them really. As you get seated in the truck, I take the egg and put it in you (hey, we need to make sure it works!)
The ride home is quiet. Every bump bounces the clamps and you moan. After some time I figure you have forgotten about the egg. It’s fun to turn it on and watch you jump with surprise.
I hope you en
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