He thinks a “Dom” is an abusive uncaring man empowering his arrogance beyond his years….. Wrong!

My god! We’d been texting (met on Fet) for a week. I got drunk on a Tuesday with an American tourist, obviously not hot because I would have fucked him.

The date was running out of steam, he was Americanly annoying, loud and some of the things said were just bit strange, even by my standards.   I even rang my best friend to save me in Chelsea but she too was drunk and bailed. He walked me to Chelsea bridge and my bus was right there.

I had been texting him a little in the day, “rugbyLad” that is and told him I’d be back in junction at 1945. I was back at 1930, just enough time for a shot, a line and a tidy up. Standing in the cold I felt the booze relax me and the drugs help my speech and awareness.

He had never been kind, always played the role – “Hard Dom” never allowed to know him. He demanded, unshaven, false tan and coming straight to mine (he lived with 4 other rugby boys – my god, I know his sort already). I was adamant about meeting in pubic for safety and said, “I cant care about a dom, unless I know him” Haha! Good Line!

Gutted by my own standards.

Was more than angry with my father from the morning before and searched to piss him off, thus hurting myself. My Dad was flippant and abrupt. Dismissing anything I said. All I could think of was, this is him letting me go for his proud son to take the reigns, God (or Allah – or whatever other religion he decides to hide behind) forbid that I (a girl) could do it. He had a meeting with someone who wanted to buy his stake in a football club which he had just disclosed was worth £8 – 10 million, immediately after me. In fact the man came over as I left, my father saying, “one in one out” and didn’t even try to introduce me. He had just told me how my sister’s fiancé was a waster and had a go that I hadn’t been more proactive in a scheme that I was living off, First I’d fucking heard that I’d have to be! I was hurt. Is he cutting ties?

The tears are missing my cheeks and pouring from my eyes as I write. He has lost care for the family that he betrayed so badly. I am lost.

I meet RugbyLad outside the station and we walk to mine. He is tall, very handsome, Very well dressed and very macunian! I express my doubt about a rugby union lad from Manchester, “more league, no?” then continue about the age gap. He is 24. “Im not young” he snaps.

He grabs me arse as we walk back and I push him off, he tries again as we enter my building and I repeat. We haven’t even kissed on the cheek. He looks annoyed and I am thankful that a girl joins us in the lift up to the 10^th floor. I say he’s young and he brushes it off with a smirk and a tight squeeze the shoulder.

We barely make eye contact let alone kiss. The front door shuts, he pushes my shoulders down and I shove him off. “like that is it?” I push past and have my back to him in the kitchen. Next thing I know, coat and scarf still on , he shoves my head to the cold surface of the island and hits me. I like it. The contact races through me. There is a sting but nothing compared to what is about to happen. He pushes his body against mine and my hips rub the had surface. He seems like he knows what he is doing when he undoes my jeans and pulling them down. A soft brush followed by a hard, very hard spank with his bare hand. He continues and it stings more. My winces get louder and my hands try to prevent further. He pins them to the other side of the island. “Are you going to keep them there? For who?”

“You, Sir”

“Good slut”

He continues to spank me hard.

He starts to push what I assume is his cock against my cunt. Usually I’d be wet,   This time I am not. Not sure if it is the drugs or the fact that he has not done any ground work, not even a drink “Do you want me to go?”

“No, of course not. Why do you say that?”

He spits on my cunt and says, “because it seems like you don’t want me here”

My cunt wraps around his (average) cock and I moan – I’ve Learnt it makes them a little excited!

He fucks me hard and I love it. He pulls out and spanks me harder than before. He has something in his hand this time. “Do you deserve me? Tell me. Beg me. You want to be bruised?”

I can already feel the bruises rising to the surface. The sting. “Yes, Sir. Of course! I want you to fuck my tight cunt” I feel that please him as his breathing gets faster as he fucks me even harder. He pulls my hair as he pulls out and pushes me towards my bedroom. “I want you naked and touching yourself when I come in there.”

I quickly strip… Im still wearing my cross body bag for fuck sake! In only my bra and Insulin pump he returns as I am on my knees at the end of the bed, adjusting my pump to 0% basal to take it off.

“What the fuck is that?” He says sternly and the accent runs through me.

“insulin pump. Don’t worry im taking it off but just be careful of this” Pointing at the canella on my stomach.  “ You’re not going to fit on me, are you?” I feel like turning around and saying, “fuck off out my house you IGNORRANT FUCKWIT!”

But I don’t. Instead I sense at first a sense of fear and when he asks again? Almost a care? Haha…. Yeah right. I don’t think he’ll call again partially because of that.

I am lying face down and he jumps on top. For the first time ever someone notices my birthmark; a small dent at the top of my butt crack – think its where by “tail” used to be!

He slams his body into mine and grabs my throat. Fucking hard and fast then 2 hard thrusts as he grunts loudly, making me cum and moan. Stood at the end of my bed he pulls me by my hair towards his hard cock, shoving it down my throat. It’s the first time I’ve seen his size. As it hits the back of my throat I let him fuck it as I concentrate on my breathing (or lack of). Calm. He fucks harder and I feel the lack of air rush to my head and push him hard. He doesn’t budge holding me that split second longer. “you whore!” His hand gropes the back of my head and my throat, fucking my face again. My breathing is concentrated and calm. The drugs and alcohol kick in. He picks me up by my hair, bites and slaps my pert tits and throws me on the bed. My eyes are shut as requested as he briefly leaves the room. “on your stomach”

I do as an obedient sub does and I feel my cashmere scarf that I was wearing as he fucked me over the counter, wrap around my eyes and down my back to bind my hands. I only let him do one and he questions my trust. Breaking out of my role I say sternly “Yes” adding that I broke my shoulder so cant physically put my arm there (I can but it’s very much a trust thing).   This binding makes me think he’s done it before. It’s certainly no Shibari but it’s a good knot. He continues to fuck me as he pleases spanks me hard on the stings and reaches around to grope and whispers, “who’s great tits are these? I am pleased with how pert they are.” “Yours Sir” I respond. He spanks me hard and my winces get louder and he softly strokes his work and slaps me one more time. I yelp and my forehead wrinkles in pain.

I begin to feel like shit, emotionally. Sobering up I think. He flips me. “your pert tits deserve it next” Spits in my mouth (Ahh! Fucking disgusting prick!). I swallow. Still blindfolded, I suddenly feel something plastic make a solid slap contact with my nipple “Fuck!”

“Don’t move”

He continues and I can feel his fingers inside me getting wet. “ you like it my little whore!”

“Yes, sir”

I feel the bed dip next to me as his breathing gets louder and the tone in his voice increase. He’s nearly there. I want to suck it (my blooming sheets!) but its too late and he cums on my face and chest.

I roll onto my side and take the blindfold off. My fucking cashmere scarf is covered in fucking cum! Great! Thank you! I am in a ball on the bed and he checks if I’m ok. Only the 2^nd time he’s come out of the Dom roll. After I say yes fine he asks again and I snap, “yes. It’s fine” and put my pyjamas on. He gets dressed back into his smart attire – He has a birthday drinks…. Bollocks! I had mentioned that my best friend recognised him from the gym and he asked about how I had bought him up. Having spotted him on POF I said that I was going on a date with him from that. He seemed panicked. “Tell her she got it wrong and it wasn’t me” I agree and try to reassure that I won’t share what he has just done, even though in the back of my mind I am probably going to show my bruises tomorrow…. Say part of the story anyway! He obviously doesn’t want people knowing about this side of him, but then again his face is on Fet!

He compliments my apartment and heads for the door. “don’t be pissed or upset” I smirk and shut the door in his face.

I know nothing about the manc. He certainly has issues – That’s rich coming from me I know. He was young I know, probably inexperienced (certainly compared to the Italian) and obviously got away with murder being handsome, very clever and big (in stature). He was your or my, stereotypical city rugby boy.

Doubt I’ll see him again….. Other in my bloody gym!!

Men – 2 in one night -Filling my time at least

Food – minimal

Exercise – Sexercise??