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New Dom – French

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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.

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Isnt it funny How a submissive subconsciously attracts the dominant?

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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.

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The Italian Stallion

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Italian Stallion

The Italian Stallion and let me assure you he is. He was my first. First from Fet and first kinky date.

The first of our encounters was a few months ago. We both knew what was going to happen if we had the chemistry of course. I walk into a local cocktail bar that I’ve only been to once so feel there is low risk of bumping into someone I know and spot him instantly. He is 37, Italian, silver haired, not hot but sexy. As we chat over high alcoholic cocktails all I notice are his hands. They’re big, manly and I cant wait to feel them on my body. We eventually get the drugs chat out the way which is always a breaker and head to his for a spliff. I have done a bump or 2 to calm me (it doesn’t at all but I have convinced myself that it does).

We sit in his cosy, modest flat, which is very close to the bar thus close to my home, and drink and smoke. As a non smoker I feel a rush of giddiness and the smile on my face more difficult to wipe. I mention something about my best asset, yes pun intended, and he starts his commands… here we go.

“Stand up and show me”

I slowly stand and he knows I am nervous. As I take a large gulp of the mid range wine in front of me. He forcefully puts my arms behind my back. “I wont tie them up this time but Don’t move them.”

“Yes Sir” I say quietly. I have lost any volume as he walks around me a glares at what is his (I make him believe at least). He suddenly puts his large hands on the top of my skirt and tight and grips hard making me bend slightly. Suddenly he pulls them down to just below my round arse.

“mmm that’s is nice” his Italian accent runs over me as his hand brushes me. The skin on skin makes me wet. SLAP! He spanks me hard and I wince but get more turned on. My hand grips my elbow as his grip my hair in a tight fist. He kisses me hard and I can taste the weed on his tongue. Pulling my head by the hair to the side, he whispers in my ear, “I love your arse. It’s mine now,”

“yes Sir” I reply as he kisses me down my neck to my small erect nipple. He squeezes the other hard and it makes my face frown with a inhalation of breath. He hits and pulls them hard. It’s a sensation I have never experienced before; It’s a pain but pleasure. I want him to stop but once he does I want more. His hand dives between my thighs. “you’re wet” He smirks, “you like the pain, you little slut” Oh god why did you stop?!

He steps back and his eyes follow my silhouette. “Take it all off”

Sobriety blasts through and I come out of character. I explain about my diabetes, the cannula and pump. I let him see the pump attached to my bra before putting the basal to 0% and unhook from my body. He is totally un phased, only checking if im ok to take it off. “You have an hour.”

And im back in character, as is he. My heart races as he walks back behind me from another toke and taking something off the kitchen wall. It’s a leather riding crop.

He strokes it across the red marks already on my skin. It connects to my skin like a branding, It stings over and over until I hear his belt un-buckle and the crop fall to the floor. He teases again, letting the cold metal sooth the tingle rushing to the surface. The leather slaps around my bruises over until I wince in bitter sweet pain. His fingers feel how wet he has made me. “You like it you little Slut”

“No, Sir” I risk with a reply.

He holds my face close to his, pushing his body into mine. He is just as excited.

“What the fuck do you mean, no?!”

“I am YOUR little slut, Sir”

He lets go of my face and smiles. He sits on the couch as he quickly joins my naked position and summons me with his big hands. They certainly match his hard cock. It’s intimidating, but I go over, concentrating on my few steps as the weed courses. I put my knees either side of his hips and slowly lower. I kiss him gently and harder as he guides my hips up and down. He is big, pleasurably big. As I put my head against his cheek I moan and lick his ear and he whispers, “You av a tight pussy, I like” He spanks me with his big hand again. Makes me ride him harder and faster until he throws me down to the floor to my knees. His breathing gets louder and my hand goes to tickle his balls and he moans loudly. He quickly finishes on my face and lets me suck the remains and I thank him.

“Good girl”

The 2 most powerful words to a submissive.

I go and wash up, put my lace underwear and pump back on and back into the open plan living area. I walk over to the wine and fill up again. I can feel his eyes admire his work and I take both glasses back over to him. We make slurring small talk as we finish the wine. I giggle and blush a lot. I take the glasses back to the kitchen and turn back at him. He is stood up and kisses me hard. “Mmmm. On your knees.” I obey. “Follow me. I crawl on my hands and knees to his bedroom, where he lifts me into his desired position on the bed. First I am face up hanging over the bed where he fucks my face and finger fucks my still wet cunt. He doesn’t touch my pump just pushes the lace to one side   I cum hard. And he pulls me back onto the bed and flips me. Face down he straddles me, strokes his work. “naughty. You didn’t ask permission to do that. Stay facing down but pull your panties as far down as you can.” His Italian accent is accentuated by either his wine or mine. (I think this may be so that I sort my pump out. I take it off but don’t bother adjusting the basal this time, so not to kill the mood totally). I wriggle the black lace to my thighs and they keep my legs together He fucks me hard from behind, with a fist full of hair and a hand wrapped around my neck. I quickly start to beg to let me cum. “Oh you want to cum again my little slut? No, not yet”

I bite and grip the pillow. His rhythm increases and he is close. “Ok, cum my little slut. Cum for your master” I do as I am told as he releases my throat. My body shakes as his does too and he collapses on top of me. His weight is warming. He slides off and to sort himself out and returns to me in a ball on the slightly wet patch underneath me, gets under the duvet and puts his arm around me to pull me in. I feel safe, but shouldn’t. I don’t know him after all.

We wake early and repeat, not quite so rough as he admires his now purplesque bruising. He his happy.

I leave with a Strong Italian coffee inside me and very painful breasts. It’s a pain that I don’t like they are so tender even a sports bra hurts. I don’t know if I will see him again…. However he is so close to my home.