Chapter 1: The Mistress
I arrived on these shores looking for some attachment free fun with like-minded souls. Early on I mostly danced on the poles, not giving the best shows (trust me, I have seen the best, and I almost felt ashamed at how bad I was) but interacting with my audience and encouraging them to ‘enjoy’ my dancing. This led to a few brief encounters in rooms with girls (no guys), which I generally found unfulfilling, as most were just interested in a quickie without ever really getting into it.
And then I met her. She was different. She was bubbly, fun, wanting to talk and laugh and joke, not just slip a finger in me and make me squirm for a few minutes (although that was suggested a few times). We chatted on and off for a couple of days, learning how much we had in common, sexually, and exploring each other’s kinks.
Eventually we had the opportunity to spend time together. We stripped each other off and settled down for some much needed fun. And then she told me: “I’m a mistress” she said. Now, I’m hot headed, I’m strong willed, and I hate being controlled. But sometimes, you just have to let go and allow somebody to take over. I do like to shift responsibility onto other people, and in this case, it was the responsibility for making me cum.
So I agreed. I knelt in front her, called her mistress, told her I was hers. She lay me down and took control of my body. She used fingers, her tongue, her lips and her teeth. My breasts and my nipple, my pussy, my clit and, of course, my ass were hers. I was her toy, her plaything. She started slow, called me her slut, made me beg for her to give me more. So I begged and pleaded until she took pity on me.
This was the kind of encounter I had been waiting for, I hadn’t let myself cum in almost 2 days. It wasn’t long before I was shaking, at home on my bed, toying with myself as my mistress dictated. I was close, so close. I cried out to my mistress, telling her how close I was, how her naughty little slut was about to cum… “No Lexi! Not until I say you can,” she barked at me. “FUCK!” I thought, I can’t hold on much longer. She went at me harder, making me promise not to cum until she said I could. I matched her, barely able to respond to her as I focussed hard on holding back the impending tsunami.
Again I begged and pleaded, screaming and crying and swearing at her, desperate to let the floodgates open. And then finally she said those words I needed to hear. “Cum now, Lexi” she whispered in my ear. Never before have words sounded so sweet. No longer did I need to hold back the torrent that had built up inside me. I blacked out for a moment, blissfully losing almost all consciousness. (I actually went silent in the game for so long she was genuinely concerned for me…)
That was my first true encounter in MnF, my maiden voyage on this journey of online sexual discovery. I have been back with her since, and will bless you all with that story when I get around to writing it.
Future chapters: [i]My First Gangbang; First Public RP; Wifey <3; Taking One For The Team; Another Public RP; Beach Orgy; TAPped Out; Submission; Submission pt.2; Pushing The Boundaries[/i]
I arrived on these shores looking for some attachment free fun with like-minded souls. Early on I mostly danced on the poles, not giving the best shows (trust me, I have seen the best, and I almost felt ashamed at how bad I was) but interacting with my audience and encouraging them to ‘enjoy’ my dancing. This led to a few brief encounters in rooms with girls (no guys), which I generally found unfulfilling, as most were just interested in a quickie without ever really getting into it.
And then I met her. She was different. She was bubbly, fun, wanting to talk and laugh and joke, not just slip a finger in me and make me squirm for a few minutes (although that was suggested a few times). We chatted on and off for a couple of days, learning how much we had in common, sexually, and exploring each other’s kinks.
Eventually we had the opportunity to spend time together. We stripped each other off and settled down for some much needed fun. And then she told me: “I’m a mistress” she said. Now, I’m hot headed, I’m strong willed, and I hate being controlled. But sometimes, you just have to let go and allow somebody to take over. I do like to shift responsibility onto other people, and in this case, it was the responsibility for making me cum.
So I agreed. I knelt in front her, called her mistress, told her I was hers. She lay me down and took control of my body. She used fingers, her tongue, her lips and her teeth. My breasts and my nipple, my pussy, my clit and, of course, my ass were hers. I was her toy, her plaything. She started slow, called me her slut, made me beg for her to give me more. So I begged and pleaded until she took pity on me.
This was the kind of encounter I had been waiting for, I hadn’t let myself cum in almost 2 days. It wasn’t long before I was shaking, at home on my bed, toying with myself as my mistress dictated. I was close, so close. I cried out to my mistress, telling her how close I was, how her naughty little slut was about to cum… “No Lexi! Not until I say you can,” she barked at me. “FUCK!” I thought, I can’t hold on much longer. She went at me harder, making me promise not to cum until she said I could. I matched her, barely able to respond to her as I focussed hard on holding back the impending tsunami.
Again I begged and pleaded, screaming and crying and swearing at her, desperate to let the floodgates open. And then finally she said those words I needed to hear. “Cum now, Lexi” she whispered in my ear. Never before have words sounded so sweet. No longer did I need to hold back the torrent that had built up inside me. I blacked out for a moment, blissfully losing almost all consciousness. (I actually went silent in the game for so long she was genuinely concerned for me…)
That was my first true encounter in MnF, my maiden voyage on this journey of online sexual discovery. I have been back with her since, and will bless you all with that story when I get around to writing it.
Future chapters: [i]