Making you mine Parts 1-3.

Making you mine


Part 1.


Waiting in the pub, waiting with my heart racing, waiting with my nerves sharpened, waiting for her arrival. That initial thrill of the first meeting, the dom, master, sir, eagerly sitting in anticipation for his sub, his toy. The first drink goes down fast. Alone you wait, senses alive. Every girl that passes by gets the same treatment, is she...? Would she...? I definitely would with her!


Then she arrives, wrapped up from the cold, looking vulnerable. I can see her eyes scanning the room. And right away I'm dreaming of having her alone. Thinking of pulling at her clothes, biting her neck, having her submit. But first its the normal, the quiet drink, the talking, making sure you are what you've been saying you are through hours of messaging.


Two bodies sat in the open, very publicly being normal, yet we both know so much. We've talked so much about our desires, fantasies. Our hands twitch, desperate to explore, we lick our lips, hungry to devour. Every part of me wants to kiss you, bite your lip, pull you in close and feel the desire. As the evening progresses, the initial nerves are replaced with the buzz of mutual thinking.


When its time to leave, I tentatively take control of your waist and guide you out. The cold winter's night makes us huddle close together as we walk. Then its time. It's time to stamp you with my authority, to see if the games are worth playing. Pushing you against a wall, I once more kiss you. This time harder and longer for my satisfaction only.


The park is dark and frost is growing on the grass. I push you gently down on your knees and then the sound of my fly runs through the night air and it sends shivers down your spine. The cold ground is stinging your knees, but you barely notice as all of a sudden I'm inside your mouth, my hands firmly on the back of your head. The slight struggle is a delicious extra for both. My dick grows harder, stronger, sliding in deep. Your lips struggling, your eyes streaming, trying to take it all in. The odd person passes by without noticing, all the time I'm getting closer to cumming in your pretty little mouth. I grab a handful of hair and demand it harder. I want to end in an frenzy. And then I'm lost in the perfect moment of our first encounter.


Part 2.


Silence fills the sweet walk from the park. Our first encounter buzzing between us in the dark winter night. Holding your hand, we know the connection, the special bond that had grown between two souls, both laying open the colours of their type.
You live close by and we head there, moving amongst the other night creepers. I'm thinking of having you further. Of pushing you, testing your submission, finding your limits and testing your boundaries. Your hand sits in mine and each throb of your pulse feels like an explosion. Your eyes are wide, loving, unsure of what's next.


Outside your place we stop and kiss. Your body warm but begging for the encompassing nurture of your Dom. I break the silence,'Can I come in?'
The fear is evident straight away. 'But I don't live alone...the others...' Your sub side retreats back to its well hidden spot. 'They don't know about me...about what I like...' 'It's ok' I say. 'They wouldn't understand'. Standing there just out of reach of the street light you look perfect. Your knees muddied from earlier, a sweet sign of your devotion. 'Do you trust me?' I ask. You pull in close and whisper 'Yes'.


Inside you lead me tentatively to your room. Your body language tells of your fear of being uncovered by your room mates. Closing the door I pull you close and whisper that everything's fine.So now its my time, my control. I grip your hair and pull your head back placing a bite of ownership onto the base of neck.
'Get undressed.' I command as I watch your shy moves, your entire body shouting out it's naivety. When naked, you fill me with pride. Such a beautiful canvas to mould. Taking your tights I tie your hands to the bed. Your breathing gives away your nerves.
'Please the others...' you gasp '...they'll hear!" I guide you so your stomach is resting on the bed, your bum in the air asking to be punished. I've already noticed the over-sized hair brush on your bed side table. Ha! You've been preparing for this for some time. I pick it up, it's heavy, the wood solid and true. Initially I rub the palm of my hand over your chilled cheeks. Then, spank! You shriek and then let out a long awaited for moan of pleasure. One more spank! This time your cry is louder.
'No! The others...'

Part 3.


The warmth fills the room, two beings, holding tight to the centre point of their truth. Electric pricks on our skin, the devil is inside us both.
The colour has already begun to race across your backside. The blood rejoicing, showing pleasure in spiraling patterns, that flare in the darkness. In the silence I feel your unease. The thought of being shown up to your house mates is a real fear.
'I understand' I whisper, leaning forward and stroking your hair.
Gently I untie your hands and you collapse in a heap onto the bed. As you lay, eyes ballooning wild, barely able to accept all that has happened, I sit and stroke your leg.
'Enough?'
'No'. Your voice so very eager, hungry, surprising me.
'You sure?'
'Yes'
I take the tights and guide the brush into them slowly.
'Bite down on this' I say placing the brush into your mouth. Pulling the tights tight I tie them behind your head, fixing the brush firmly in place.
'This time its really going to hurt.'
Quickly I flip you onto your back and spread your legs. Stretching my palm wide open I draw it back and down quick and hard. Slap! Your body contorts.
'Hold still!' I order.
Again I draw my hand back and bring it down onto your beautifully smooth pussy. Already you're wet. My palm sits momentarily as you twitch, your body begging for my touch.
Slap!
Now I'm quicker.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Lost in the glory. I'm in heaven.
Slap!
The juices run out over the top of your thigh.
Slap! Slap!
The tears pour from you eyes. Your muffled cries feeding my strikes. Now I just have to have you. I need to be inside you. At the foot of the bed your silk panties lay crumpled with the rest of your clothes.
'Turn over.' I say reaching down to pick up the panties.
The silk hugs sweetly in my hand. Just for a moment I stop and enjoy the control, then I once more reach down to your wetness. Your groans shiver down my neck as I stroke your clit, the silk so tender. The teasing is just the sweetener, your body twitching I allow you to fall under the pulsing rhythm. Then I'm firm, strong, deliberate, forceful. Your panties are stuffed quickly inside your shivering lips.
Now is the time to make you mine.