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Sir and sub
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GoNE68

Sir and sub

Dom meets sub for first time in real life.

He entered the huge, magnificent double arched neo-Gothic entrance, striding slowly as if he owned the place. People's heads turned as he walked past, head held high, either thinking him an arrogant prick, or trying to remember where they knew him from - was it a television show?

Frankly, my dear, he didn't give a damn. He knew what he was doing here, whom he was coming to meet. And he was looking forward to finding out how well she could, and would, follow instructions.

The Natural History Museum in London's rich, historic suburb of South Kensington was one of his favourite places in the whole world. The dinosaur collections had always excited him from an early age, but these days he favoured the links to his favourite biologist, Charles Darwin, whose Origin Of Species had changed the world. It's idea of the survival of the fittest had sparked the fire within him that had helped shape him to become the man he was today. Fittest did not necessarily refer to physical strength - more an adaptability to deal with the situations that arise. Or, in his case to dominate .....The 

He walked up the wide sandstone staircase, soaking up the harsh acoustic atmosphere and basking in the wonderful architecture of the building, to the top floor, only two staircases away, checking his internal clock and knowing that he was the requisite twenty-five minutes late. 

He was very glad to see that she had indeed waited for him. As instructed, she did not look up at him as he walked towards her. He almost broke into a smile. Almost.

She sat next to the slice from a giant redwood which had been dated, by its rings, back to long before the Magna Carta had been signed. Her head bowed, eyes staring approximately one foot in front of her toes. 

He knew that she had seen him by the shiver of anticipation.

He sat down next to her. Still, she did not move. Good girl. She showed promise.

She was of medium height; he could gauge, dark brown shoulder length hair, cut perfectly. Her hands were immaculate, clean, well manicured understated nails. 

Her shoes, skirt, blouse and jacket showed exquisite taste without shouting it. The crisp white blouse was unbuttoned enough to show an awesome cleavage. He was already imagining ways to play.

This was a woman who knew what she wanted, what she liked, but had no need for everyone to know. 

His guess was that she worked very hard and liked to balance it by being played hard with.

"Please excuse my rudeness in arriving late, Megan, but I need to determine your willingness to do a number of things, and waiting as commanded is one of those things," he said.

"Of course Sir," she said in her soft eastern US accent, surprise in her voice, not raising her eyes from the floor.

"But before I do that we need to set a few ground rules."

"If you say so, Sir," came the reply, not too sure what to expect.

"First off, you may now raise your eyes from the floor and look at me. But do not judge my apology as weakness, merely good manners."

She looked up, daring to smile a little. "Do you like what you see?" he asked.

He saw a delicious twinkle in her sexy golden eyes, hinting at a desire to serve this handsome man next to her. 

"Secondly, please stop calling me Sir. I know that I have yet to earn it. At the moment you have every right to get up and walk away from this meeting. And in fact I would urge you to should you feel unsafe. I hope that we can build a mutually fulfilling relationship, and that one day you will call me Sir because I have earned it. Any questions so far?

"No? Good. Should we get to being physical with each other we can discuss safe words."

A look of questioning passed over Megan's face. 

"Until such time you may leave without a seconds notice and you owe me not a word of explanation."

He continued,"Thirdly, I promise to never strike you without good reason, and never purely to inflict pain. I am not a bully. If that is what you desire I'm sure you can go into any bar, stand on the table and offer to let anyone use and abuse you to their own end and get exactly that." His face showed for a brief second the distaste he felt for such people. He bit down the feeling and carried on.

"You have taken time out from your busy schedule on this side of the Atlantic to meet me, based on our online and telephone conversations. Thank you, I truly appreciate it. I have obviously made a good impression. I hope your previous assessment of me still holds true. ."

Megan appeared to think for a second before nodding. 

"Yes, Jason, my assessment still holds," she smiled.

"Do you have any reasons to believe that I have lied to you, or reason to mistrust me?"

"No," she replied. 

"I'm glad to hear it. I myself find you to be a remarkably beautiful woman." Her face lit up at the compliment, " and I feel that we could enjoy our time together, but I need to gauge how responsive you are. Are you willing to try?" Calm as his demeanour was, he knew that this was a make or break moment, and he found it very much a turn on.

"Yes S.... Jason, I want to try," she said, dropping her gaze once more.

"Good. Don't tell me, but show me just how aroused you are at the moment."

Megan blinked twice, digesting the command.

And then, blanking out the other tourists in the vicinity who were ignoring her anyway, she quickly thrust her hand into the waist band of her skirt, pulling it out again scant seconds later, and presenting her soaked index and middle fingers for his inspection.

He nodded with a smile in his eyes but not on his lips.

"And how do you taste?" he asked.

She slowly licked and then sucked her wet fingers, a look of intense satisfaction on her face. Having taken every drop of her own juices, she became aware that some people were staring slack-jawed at her, clearly not believing what they thought they had just seen.

She made eye contact with him.

"I taste desperate. Desperate for your cock."

"Good answer," he said standing.

He offered his hand.

"Shall we?" he asked.

Jason slid the card to swipe them into his hotel suite. He also came from out of town, and was here purely for his rendezvous with Megan. Since they were only going to be together for a short time before their return to their separate homes, he wanted her to enjoy their time together. 

He showed her around the suite - living room, bedroom with Queen size bed, and en-suite bathroom with jacuzzi and large walk-in shower. 

Seeing Megan's eyes light up at the sight of the jacuzzi, he suggested they start there. 

"But first we have to allocate a safe word for you, my sweet sub," Jason said. "I suggest that we use the standard traffic light system - green for go, amber for not sure but heading for stop, and red for stop. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, that's perfect," she replied. Then, making very deliberate eye contact with him, she said, "Green."

"Good," Jason said with a slight grin and a twinkle in the eye. "I want you to go through to the bedroom and take off your clothes whilst I fill the jacuzzi. Hang them in the closet. Do not let anything distract you. Then you will come back through here and remove my clothes for me."

When she left the bathroom, he phoned room service and then started to run the water into the jacuzzi. 

Two minutes later he heard a knock on the suite door. He turned the taps off and went through the bedroom to answer. 

"Excellent, gentlemen. Please, take them through to the bathroom."

Megan was shocked when two strange young men in hotel uniforms walked through the bedroom in which she was now totally naked, carrying silver buckets , two bottles of champagne and two glasses. They couldn't help but look at her as they passed, and she, in turn, couldn't help but try to hide herself behind the bed. 

Jason looked at her, disappointed. "I will deal with you in a minute."

He smiled as the two men exited to the bathroom, handing them each a crisp £20 note. "As promised for being so quick," he said. 

After a round of thank-you's, he closed the suite door and returned to the bedroom. 

"Since you are already on the floor, sub, you will approach me on your hands and knees," Jason commanded, his normally soft Scottish accent developing some steel. 

"Oh, Megan, Megan, Megan. What am I to do with you?" he asked with a note of exasperation in his voice as she crawled towards him, naked, head down. 

"Did I or did I not tell you not to let yourself get distracted? Not only were you distracted, but you hid yourself from two gentlemen that I invited into the room. "

"I'm sorry Jason. I'm very sorry that I disappointed you.  Please, punish me if you must, but please, please, give me a second chance," Megan pleaded. 

Jason pondered for a few seconds.

"I think that any punishment has to be fairly comprehensive, so that you do not think me too lenient ....

"Follow me."

He led her back through to the cold acoustic bathroom. The tiles and glass, the bottles, buckets and mirrors were covered in condensation. Steam rose from the half-filled bath. 

"In there, " he said, pointing to the walk-in shower cubicle. "On your knees. "

"Yes Jason," she said as she took up the position. 

Jason turned his back on her and expertly opened one of the two bottles of champagne, not spilling a drop. He poured himself a glass and drank it in one go. He did not offer Megan a glass. 

He put down his crystal glass and turned back to her, bottle still in hand. He joined her in the shower cubicle, still fully dressed. 

"Take out my cock and suck it - but not fully erect," he ordered. 

Megan blinked in surprise, but did as she was told. 

She unzipped him, and pulled out his cock, trying not to scratch against the zip. The smell, clean and strongly masculine sent a jolt of energy through Megan, a warmth surging to her pussy. She had wanted to consume him since before they had even met. She had been playing this moment over in her head, but she had forgotten the musk of male sex. That heady mix. She pulled back his foreskin and licked from base to tip. The taste set her nipples on fire, and she could feel her cunt moistening. 

How could this be a punishment? she wondered as she took him into her mouth, feeling it twitching. 

"The only pleasure that I get from this," Jason said, "is the pleasure of knowing that it helps you to learn about our relationship. "

And so saying, he sent a stream of hot golden liquid into her mouth. 

She backed off, spitting the taste out of her mouth, as he continued the stream of sharp smelling warmth over her body. 

"Amber!" she shouted, as the warmth ran over her breasts, stiffening her nipples, down her belly and across her sex, adding to the heat between her legs.

As the stream ran out, Jason put his thumb over the top of the champagne bottle and shook it, spraying her with a delicious sweet bubbly liquid - but ice cold. 

Megan opened her mouth to accept the spray and take away the acrid taste. She then opened her mouth to speak again, before noticing the look in Jason's eyes. The look that said 'think carefully about the next word you say'.

The cold spray continued, producing an ache in her breasts and a pulse in her pussy like she had never known before. 

She lay back on the cold hard tile floor, took a breath and said 'Green please Sir.'

Jason poured the last quarter bottle of ice cold fizzy liquid over Megan's cunt, and she came like she had never come before. 

"Now go and wash yourself in the jacuzzi - take your time. Relax. And come join me in the bedroom when you're finished. "

He left her alone in the bathroom. 

She tested the water and found it to be a nice hot temperature. She had never in her life been party to a golden shower, had never wanted to be, and couldn't exactly claim that she had liked it. 

But, she had to agree that it was definitely a punishment. However, the champagne bubbles, the changes back and forth in temperatures and the command that Sir seemed to have over her ..... The orgasm was subsiding now, the waves were ebbing, and her insides still felt like they were being kissed by butterflies. 

As she lowered herself into the hot bath the heat against her cold pussy sent tingling sensations all over her body, giving her goose bumps and making her nipples as hard as she could remember them ever being. How good it felt as she slipped all the way down into the water, the warmth surrounding her.

She switched the jacuzzi on. The bubbles exploded against her ass and legs to start with, but she stood up and lay face down in the water, holding her breath as the bubbles broke through the hot water, wonderfully over her breasts, delightfully along her pussy towards her ass. She held her breath for as long as possible, and then flipped onto her back, and got her breathing back under control. The bubbles ran along her ass now, and up her pussy to explode at her clit. Relaxingly sensual, Megan sank into a state of bliss. 

Soon enough though it was time to wash herself and get out. Tempting though it would be to spend hours in the jacuzzi she knew that Sir would be waiting. 

Fully dried she exited the bathroom to find Sir standing by the large bed, wearing a pair of shorts and a black tee shirt with a picture of Beethoven and bearing the legend

Dom

Dom

Dom

DOM

He smiled at her. She returned the smile, caught herself and bowed her head. 

"Remove the towel please, my sweet sub, and come over here."

"Yes Sir," she replied as she dropped the towel. She was keenly aware of his scrutiny as she walked towards him. 

"Look at me please, Megan, I have a very important question to ask you."

She looked into his soft green eyes, soaking up his warm voice and had to resist the desire to sigh out loud. 

"How much do you trust me?" he asked and then changed his mind. "No, that's unfair - you don't know me yet, and try though you might you wouldn't be able to give an honest answer. Okay, try this one. 

"How much do you WANT to trust me?"

Megan didn't even have to pause to think. "Totally, Sir. "

"Good. Now think about this next one. How much ... are you willing ... to trust me?"

She looked away, and thought for a second or two. She thought of their on-line conversations. She thought of what had gone on so far between them. She thought of ....

She raised her head, looked Jason directly in the eye and said with absolute conviction, "Totally Sir."

"Excellent. Now, be a good little sub and put on that blindfold ..."

Megan picked the blindfold up off of the bed. She gasped, as the cut-throat razor underneath was exposed. She couldn't take her eyes off how sharp the blade looked. 

"Amber. Amber....Amber," she stuttered, backing away slightly. 

"Please Sir, give me a moment.."

"Certainly sub. Take a second to get your breathing under control. Trust, remember."

Megan's chest heaved up and down, and her pulse hammered in her ears as she fought against her instincts. She thought of Sir, the calmness in his voice and the control in his voice. Slowly her breathing slowed and the pulse decreased. Still faster than normal, but more under control. 

"I'm sorry Sir," she said. 

"We can worry about that later," Sir said. "Now put that blindfold on and lie down on the towels you see on the bed, spread-eagled. "

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir," Megan said, tying the blindfold around the back of her head. 

Sir had to resist the temptation to suck subs gorgeous pink/brown nipples. That could wait. 

As Megan climbed on the bed, she remembered to say, "Green Sir."

She was trembling inside - part of her brain was wondering what the fuck she was letting herself in for, and was really quite scared because she realised that she didn't really know Jason as well as she would like to at this point. She was literally putting her life and body in his hands. 

She lay down as commanded and took up the required position. She heard Sir walking around the bed and felt a cold steel chain being wrapped around her forearm. She heard the click of a padlock. 

Then the same was done at the other side. 

 

She heard the removal of Sirs tee shirt and shorts. And underpants. 

"Apologies for this, but the hotel won't want the other patrons disturbed...."

With that Megan's mouth was forced open and Jason's underpants were stuffed in to it. She gagged slightly, but then realised that she could taste him, his masculinity, and she smiled inside. 

Her feet were next, chained again, legs spread wider than she had put them, but pulled until just about uncomfortable. 

"One last thing before I start..." Jason said, and Megan heard the heavy bass sound of The Sisters Of Mercy as a pair of noise cancelling headphones were placed on her ears. The bass seemed to sync with her heartbeat, and Megan succumbed to the music. 

#Twenty-five whores in the room next door

Twenty-five whores and I want more ...#

The music became her universe. 

She drifted a while, and then felt the cold hard sharp steel of the razor's edge against her cheek dragging her back to reality. 

The breath exploded from her system, her skin shrivelled across her body exposing goosebumps. Her hands and feet clenched, driving fingernails into her palms. Her nipples ached with fear, and her ass and cunt tightened so much that Megan felt that she could make diamonds deep inside of her. 

She held her breath as her heart tried to force itself through her chest. 

Sir held the razor still, waiting patiently. Slowly Megan relaxed slightly. Sir moved away and she could feel him opening her clenched fist and moving her hand so that she held the cold chain. He obviously didn't want her hurting herself.  He moved to the other hand and unclenched that too. 

Megan felt the cold blade again, on her other cheek. She had more control this time. 

#.... For another mother-fucker in a motorcade....#

The cold sharp moved down slowly, across her lips, chin and down to her throat. Megan could feel the sharpness of the blade against the pulse of her jugular, and it was only with extreme willpower that she managed to maintain her composure. 

After a few seconds that felt like minutes, the blade moved on, down across her chest to her nipples, causing her to moan through her gag. 

Across to her other nipple it travelled, the constant knowledge of its sharpness and the danger that she could be in was buzzing around her brain, but her body was not allowed to acknowledge it. 

Down across her stomach the razor went, when sub felt Sir's hands for the first time on her mound. 

He closed his fingers around her pubic hairs, and tugged at them slightly, and then....

Slice .... 

Megan held her breath ... No pain. Good. 

Tug .... Slice.... Tug... slice. 

As she zoned out into an inner peace she felt a hot wet cloth being placed over her mound and over her pussy. She breathed deep and slow, savouring the sensations that were gripping her body and pulsing around her soul. 

The cloth was removed, and a hot soapy foam was applied by a soft brush, rubbed in in small circular motions. Megan sighed as the foam was applied along her outer lips. 

Trust, trust , trust became her mantra seconds later, as Sir used one hand to hold the skin tight and the other to shave her. Slowly. Precisely. Expertly. First her mound, then down between her legs, pulling her lips gently to get the perfect access.

Minutes that felt like a lifetime later he was finished, washing off the excess foam. 

Megan could sense him taking the shaving gear back through to the bathroom. 

On his return, she felt his hands on her thighs before his breath on her mound, followed by his lips on her pussy lips. 

His tongue flicked out, spreading her lips and giving him the intimate access that they both wanted so much. Megan's breathing increased and she felt herself rapidly approaching the orgasm that she had unknowingly been holding back for so long. As his tongue speared her, she came, violently, squirting on Sirs face. Tremors shook her body, as Sir continued to lick, up to her clit, sucking her to orgasm after orgasm.

As she lay there, consumed by her orgasm, Jason blew softly along her newly shaven pussy, sending even more shivers through her. She was his, of that there could be no denial. 

The feelings of intense pleasure would brook no argument where that was concerned. 

Megan giggled as much as she could with a pair of underpants stuffed in her mouth.  

The Sisters were still pounding through her head, adding and multiplying rhythms with her body. 

Fear and unease had left her to be replaced with happiness and contentment. 

After a few minutes of self absorption, Megan felt the underpants being removed from her mouth. She tried to speak, but all of the moisture had dried up. She sensed more than heard the bathroom door being opened and seconds later a dribble of champagne was poured into her mouth. She swirled it round, which made her salivate. When she swallowed she said in a voice too loud , "Thank you Sir, thank you thank you thank you. "

She felt Sir climbing on to the bed and felt his presence bearing over her head. He pulled her head back, almost as if he was going to be giving her the kiss of life. 

Megan smelled latex, just as she felt the condom sheathed cock sliding into her mouth, past her tongue. She had barely enough time to override her gag reflex before the cock slid deep into her throat.  

She felt a pair of balls rubbing up and down her face as he thrust slowly.... But she sensed something was wrong. The smell was wrong. This didn't smell anything like the cock she had tasted earlier. It was earthier, sweatier, and dare she say it, bigger ....

She started to complain, but a large pair of hands held her head still. 

Then she felt another sheathed cock entering her pussy, rammed straight in without any pre-amble. Two hands held her hips, and a mouth took her left nipple to suck and nibble. Could this one be Sir?

She held on tight to the chains as the two men fucked her cunt and her face, changing rhythm between thrusting at the same time and thrusting alternately.

Trust trust trust.... 

After the initial surprise, Megan lapped it up, enjoying the feeling of being used by two men at once. She loved sucking cock, and this was a new position for her to try, but she still managed to lick around his tip as he withdrew, and suck hard as he thrust into her, fucking her face for all he was worth. His strong male scent only added to her arousal. 

She also had to hold back her impending orgasm so that there was no biting down, but the cock in her pussy had been joined by a thumb on her clit, and they were both driving her wild. It was building and building inside her, like a dam ready to break.  

Finally, just as she was ready to give in to her body's needs, she got the chance. 

The cock in her mouth was removed, and Megan felt his balls at her mouth. She couldn't resist licking them when she felt the hot splash of cum down her front. Splash, splash splash across her tits. 

This brought her to orgasm like a steam train, gripping the second cock hard. She could feel the cock twitch and harden even more as it too shot its load. 

Megan sank deep into herself. Some part of her brain told her that Galileo and Copernicus and religion and Stephen Hawking and modern scientific theory were all wrong. 

It was her cunt that was the start and end and the very centre of the universe. 

She was vaguely aware of the headphones being removed, of voices, of padlocks being unlocked and chains removed. She seemed to be breathing in through her whole body, drinking in life. She knew that she must be grinning like the Cheshire Cat, even though her mouth and throat ached. 

Her eyes were still closed when the blindfold was removed and she heard the bedroom and then the suite door being closed. 

She sighed, feelings of contentment waving through her. 

"Bravo sweet sub," she heard from her left, followed by a small round of claps. 

She turned to look, and saw Sir, naked, cock erect, sitting in the bedroom armchair, the second bottle of champagne sitting in its bucket in the small table next to him. There were two filled glasses. 

"Come, my dear. Kneel before me and join me in a drink."

Megan moved slowly off the bed, feeling a number of aftershocks radiating out from her core. 

"Use the towel," Sir said. 

Megan turned back and took the towel from the bed, and wiped the cum off of her body. 

"I apologise for the mess they made, but I insisted they both wore condoms because I could not guarantee their cleanliness.

"Before you kneel, sub, how do you like the shaved feel?" Sir gestured towards her pussy. 

Megan took a second to register that this was actually a command. 

Her favoured right hand came across and she gently ran her fingers across her mound. It felt delicious. She parted her legs and let her fingers do the walking, rubbing along her already wet seam, back and fore. 

"Mmmmmm Sir, thank you," she moaned through the short shallow breaths she was taking. "It feels all kinds of smooth and deliciously sensitive." 

"I'm glad you like it. Now come, kneel before me."

sub knelt before Sir. 

"You are a most remarkable woman. A complete sub. Many of these experiences have been new to you, but you have shown complete trust in my judgement. And I thank you for that. Here," he said, handing Megan a glass and taking one for himself.  

"Please. Drink. "

She drank greedily of the delicious sweet bubbles and Sir refilled her glass. "This time take a drink and hold it in your mouth. "

Slightly confused, Megan did as commanded. Sir stood, his cock erect and proud and immediately in front of Her face. She looked up pleadingly into Sir's eyes, and was given a slight nod. 

Megan felt strangely elated that she was finally being allowed to pleasure Sir. 

She ran her hand down his cock, sliding back his foreskin, and slipped her lips over the crown. The cold fizzy liquid caused him to jerk, his thighs twitching. She slid her mouth down his cock, taking all of him in, swallowing most of the champagne to make room. 

She moved back to the tip, licking in swirls on his now glistening erection, loving the mingled taste of Sir and champagne. 

She sucked hard at his crown, scraping slightly to Sir's appreciative moan. She reached over for her glass and took another mouthful of the cold fizzy liquid and repeated the process. She started to work up a sucking, stroking rhythm, gently squeezing Sir's balls and rubbing his perineum lightly with her nails. 

She changed, sucking Sir's smooth balls and wanking him fervently. 

She knew that Sir was close when he suddenly said, "Not yet," and pulled her to her feet.

Sir pushed her roughly towards the bed, spun her around and bent her over. 

That little brown pucker was just so tempting. 

sub forced herself to relax as she felt Sir pushing at her ass, his tip opening her up, his length pushing in, pushing in, pushing in. 

There was a synchronised moan, both sub and Sir breathing short heavy breaths. Their bodies were building up heat like a furnace as Sir slammed back and fore into her ass, one hand on her hip and one on her back holding her face down on the bed. 

Megan reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit furiously, then stroking back and fore before plunging two fingers into her pussy. 

Both were so close. 

Sir reached over and grabbed something, not breaking his stroke. 

The next thing that Megan knew her hand was being removed from her pussy, to be replaced by Sirs - holding an ice-cube. 

Megan's body automatically clamped hard , gripping Sir's cock like an arm wrestlers fist. Her breath ejaculated from her chest and she came again, squirting all over Sir. Sir's balls tightened, pulsed, throbbed and released a stream of hot cum deep into Megan's ass. 

Sweat and other bodily fluids soaked sub and Sir. Megan finally remembered to breathe again. She collapsed, exhausted on to the bed, and Sir slowly withdrew as her grip relaxed. 

As Megan's eyes closed, and her body fell towards a satisfied, exhausted sleep, she was aware of Sir lifting her legs and swinging her into bed, where she curled up into a happy fetal position. She felt the bed shift behind her, and Sir wrap her in a gentle hug. 

As sleep quickly took her she could have sworn she heard a whisper in her ear. 

"Thank you, sub. You are an absolute delight. "

 

 

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