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New Dom – French

I found this on one Happn. He if half French Half Lebanese.

Lets just say things got intense as soon as he told me about last nights antics. He said how he took a girl home, tied her up, blindfolded her, fucked her and ….. got his friend to come and do the same while she was no wiser!

WOW! He is a voyeur, pervert and my master.

Our Whatsapp conversation soon changes to sex….. he had a new approach, “my last happn date I took her to 40 Pont street” he went silent for me to research. Agent Provocoteur store. I reply “so the boy likes lingerie?”

“I made her cum for the 1st time in the changing rooms” he proceeds to send an image of cuffs (ankle and hand) neatly positioned on his bed. I tell him “Aw that’s sweet” but actually nerves have set in and I think This is going to be very interesting. ….

He is small (only 5’6 – Damn it!), dark, good teeth, intelligent and devilishly handsome. He has a very sinister side, I can tell.

He walked into the bar just as I was finishing a conversation with my drunken mother! He kisses me on both cheeks and straight away goes in for the lip kiss. I back off and say goodbye to my mother!!

We sit out on a balmy summers night. Its 9pm so slowly getting dark, allowing peoples alter egos be unveiled. It doesn’t take long for the conversation to turn to my 1st Dom (Italian Stallion), fetlife and what he likes. He wants to watch other men fuck me. I scared yet excited. He will not fuck me until someone else has.

I make lingering eye contact and I feel strangely relaxed talking with him.

I politely excuse myself to go to the bathroom and stand. “Bring me your string” I smile and do so.

I have never done that before. He puts them in his pocket but brings them out as assess them, he likes them but says they are not as wet as expected. He replaces them, “lets go to a club” I know exactly what he means. He wants to dominate the scene with me in the middle. I agree on the condition that he looks after me. “I will have full control of everyone around you” as his hadn slides in my bra and pinches my nipples, hard. I wince, he grins.

He decides he wanted to see the goods 1st . As we walk, his hand dives down my jeans and inside me, of course I am wet. As people pass the otherside of the street, I realise that there is someone behind and I pull him out and nervously laugh.

We walk down to his basement flat in South Ken. He stops in the small dark courtyard “Take your Trousers off” here. Now” I look at him nervously and do so.

FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!

In the process I rip the new canella out of my leg! Shit! I stop and explain that he has 45 min. we go inside and I take the trousers off and place the pump in my bag. Shit! Fuck!

The flat is surprisingly spacious, open plan and of course tidy. I continue into his bedroom where he stands proud with a leather crop in hand. Its smaller and blacker than the itallian’s. “turn around” I obey and grip onto the door frame preparing for a split second befor the leather makes contact with my round ass cheeks. My winces get louder as my grip tightens. And then nothing. Im scared to turn around without his permission. Whack. It’s a new sort of leather this time and I catch it out of the corner of my eye. It’s a full length (about 4ft) whip. Its feels good as the leather and metal wrap my arse. My body language collapses at the last stroke and he responds. He’s good.

He strokes down my spine and flips my hips to face him. He kisses me hard against the wall as his feet push my legs apart. Stepping back he admires what is now his, then slaps my cunt hard and walks off to the kitchen. The front door is open the whole time and im nervous of a friend turning up!

He smokes his spliff in the kitchen and invites me to join and stand for him. His work burns to the surface, oh how ive missed it!

He asks about the pump and I try to reassure him that I’ll be fine as long as I swing by home 1st, thinking I’ll leave it off and inject so not to risk it happening again. He spanks me with his bare hand as I pull on his spliff. I missed that too.

Get dressed, I obey. He continues with the questioning. He sounds nervous and I try to reassure him… oh how the tables have turned!

We get an Uber and he changes his mind on the way. “I need to read up on this 1st” its sort of sweet really. He wants to care for me, beat me, romance me, make me his. Done.

The very much older gent

I am going on a reactionary date tonight with a so called “CityGent”

Cant even remember exactly how old, but I remember he is over 50!

This is a knee jerk reaction to my father’s newest antics. He has not even told me himself, it came through the grape vine. He is expecting a girl. Even though I have been expecting this news due to My fabulous Uncle said that Dad had asked how to spell “Elizabeth” ( my Gu’s name).

The son he had was because he wanted a son, but now having a daughter confirms that I am simply not good enough.

My sex was not the problem it is simply me as a human. I don’t know what to feel.

Hurt, pain, hate, anger, revenge and sadness.

He is 64! What I simple don’t understand is the fact that his father died when he was 15 so he knows how it feels to be missing a parent.

I say that but my mother bought me and my sister up single handily with only his allowance into her bank account for support.

I know it’s pretty fucked up but this “CityGent” guy actually seems sweet (with a wonderful dark side of course). Even though older he has a similar “why not” and “Id rather be out experiencing new things rather than sat at home” approach as I do.

Meeting him in Moorgate (I’ll be getting on my happen and tinder too of course – easy city boys!) and going to a new Wine bar that he’d like to try.

Im actually excited. He’s tall, kinky and good escape but hope he isn’t too old looking!!

Isnt it funny How a submissive subconsciously attracts the dominant?

Isnt it funny How a submissive subconsciously attracts the dominant?

Barney, the Tuesday tinder date was sweet, funny and spontaneous. After chatting and joking for only an hour he asks, “can I be ballsey?”

Come on then….. Why did you bother asking that?!

“Would you like to go for a drink?”

“thought you would never ask”

“Northcote in 10 minutes?!”

“Haha. Just taken Night Nurse so cant be a dribbling mess!” This is a lie. Im just hungover, tired and cant be asked to get ready and chat small talk!

So we arrange to meet Tuesday instead. NC at 8pm. Great and I start thinking about what to wear. He has joked about trainers so trainers it is, my favourite Liberty print of course (always a good test too).

Chatting and being silly in the day he informs me that he has a works drinks launch (he works for a food and drink consultancy).

I automatically think he’s making his excuses. “Is that you bailing on me already?” Or is he? “Or just informing me that youre going to be half cut when we meet?”

He proceeds to tell me that it’s a gin launch no less and due to my love of all things gin invites me. It’s strange and funny but then so am I!

I oblige! Why the fuck not?!

Im nervous. Im in wet look ish Joni Jeans, flowery sheerish shirt and lace bra of course, topped with my Miu Miu studded flats and Liberty Barbour (Phew, dropped a few names there!) I am shaking and sweating on the packed rush hour tube to London bridge. Still shaking I walk into The Craft House an see what I think is him straight ahead. He is certainly not as good looking as his 1 face picture and a strange mouth! He is cute and chatty but Im struggling to see passed his massive lips and bad teeth…..

We walk to the arches near by where there is a bar set up in the distillery. With Very strong martinis in hand, he turns work mode, handing out his business card and I never saw the bottom of my martini glass. At a second bar in Farringdon I feel the gin hit as hard as the sectret door to the bar! Few lines will sort me out. He gets more drunk and more annoying but I stick it out as we live around the corner and need a taxi home! He gets very drunk and not touchy at all in the cab (!). I feel obliged to look after him, so I make sure he gets home ok…… Of course.

The drunken vanilla date soon became twisted as soon as his bedroom door was shut. Pushing me hard against it, testing my reaction he watched me take my clothes off as he did his. Examining my lumps and bumps he ran his hand down my waist line, down around my arse as his other grabs the back of my head. Pressing his body hard into mine and pulling my in at the same time. My leg wraps around him and I feel his excitement rise. He turns our entangled bodies around and throws me onto the bed. With a coy smile on my face, He knows I’m just as twisted. “Spread your legs and lie back” I obey. I hear the rustle of a wrapper and wait. Heart racing. His tongue dives between my thighs and starts flicking and sucking on my throbbing clit. I clench about to cum. “Did I say you can cum yet?!” He is sat up straight and flips me onto my stomach. I feel his eyes gaze on my round arse and he smirks.  His palm spanks me hard and the fire races to the surface. I feel the welts dimple and swell. He repeats harder and more. My fists clench onto the bedding as I wince.

My bruises have risen high it’s dark but he can still feel them. Feel the heat coming of his marks, feel the blood broken underneath. As he pounds me from behind he is reassured that he has hurt me enough. He knows I enjoy it but as a good dom he knows when his sub’s pain has had enough. I moan as I cum again. He pulls out a little out of breath and lies next to me. I know what I am to do. Still on all fours I crawl down between his legs and tease at first with a lick and twist of my tongue around his head. I can feel the heat of the blood rushing to his tip as I suck hard and it hits the back of my throat. His hands push me down further but I cannot, just suck as he realises, in long hard motions.

“You’re such a fucking slut! My ducking whore”

It just doesn’t sound right coming from his mouth. I pull away, look up, look into his eye and smile. My tongue twists again around his  balls this time and I suck hard while he tugs himself. His groans become loader and I can feel he Is about to cum. I feel him tense in my mouth, grunts loud and long. I’ve missed the a bit that is on his stomach, but taste the final drops and suck him clean. His legs tense and hands grips my hair and he relaxes. I lift up and view his stomach, “clean it”

I gaze into his eyes, give a little giggle, hand through his hairy chest and collapse to his side. His hand on my waist and snores seconds later reassure me, he’s happy.

Rugby City boy “Dom” – Part II

He keeps on texting saying “Beating tonight?” or simply “Beating?” Last night was a new one though ,

“I’m coming over. Giving you a hard beating. Ill cum all over your naked body. Then leave. No eye contact” (What? Like before?!)

Even after telling him it was too hard before he says, “I Don’t care”

To which I reply, “ A real Dom cares”

I’m entertaining him because he’s hot, clever, dresses well and he has now become my challenge. Im going to try and get him to be nice, treat his submissive properly.

He demanded that I thanked him and sang his praises on FL. To which I did… In a very ego massaging, roundabout way. Not once did I say that I enjoyed it. “Big and Best” were used but then again he doesn’t realise I meant Big egotistical bigot and Best at nothing.

“The better and longer the description is the better I’ll treat. I’m coming over”

“no you’re not”

“Address now. You’re so close to me, I should come over more.”

“What do you mean treat me?”

“When I see you”….. basically hit me harder, I have told him that it was too hard before.

NO THANK YOU.

He continues on how he wants girls on FL to “beg for what I got, I’m the original”

Original….. Ahh! Penny drops. He has never done this before.