Welcome back guys. I know I left you all with a bit of a cliff hanger last time, but you’re going to have to wait a little while longer to find out what happened with James in that hotel room. First, I’m going to give you a few more details about the journey that led me here today. Let’s start with the first time I dipped my toe in the bondage fetish pool…
As I told you in the last story, it didn’t take long for me to realize I had a very kinky itch that was pleading desperately to be scratched. I started doing a little online research, and before long I came upon the most glorious chat rooms I had ever imagined. Touching myself behind a computer screen seemed like the obvious first step. It was in those beautiful chat rooms where I met Sven.
OOF, Sven! He was the sexiest Russian God I had ever laid my eyes on with his perfectly chiseled jaw line, his big broad shoulders, and his thick, shoulder-length, chestnut brown hair. I thought for sure it had to be a catfish situation. We only exchanged a few brief pleasantries before he suggested a naughty video chat. And let me tell you, there was no catfishing going on there. He was every bit as sexy as his pictures had promised.
I was so nervous, but rather than trying to pretend I wasn’t, I decided to be upfront with him. He seemed to get off on the fact that I was a newbie who he had to show the ropes. I really thought my first experiences should have involved me being dominated; and based on Sven’s huge, manly, intense presence, I figured that would be the case. But to my surprise, he was interested in being the submissive one.
As much as it pained my throbbing, pleading pussy to do so, I told him I probably wasn’t the right girl for the job as this was all new to me. But that turned him on even more. He said we should have a video chat test run and he would walk me through it; reluctantly, I agreed. What happened next unleashed perverse desires and passionate yearnings that I had only imagined were living inside me.
Sven told me to stand up and prop my laptop up in a way where he could see my whole body. He told me to refer to him as my slave and he would call me his goddess. He instructed me to be harsh with him, dirty, mean even. He was garbage and he was lucky I even took the time to look down on him. He also told me boot worship was his kink; had he not explained it to me I would have had to do a quick, discreet little Google search.
As I got more comfortable saying things like, “if I was there you’d be licking the bottom of my shoes slave, and you would be lucky for it,” he began breathing heavy and his hands made their way down south.
“Look me in the eye again and punishment won’t even begin to cover what I will do to you, slave!” As those words escaped my lips, Sven released his rock-hard cock from its denim prison. Suddenly all my nerves had gone right out the window and filthy, vulgar line after filthy, vulgar line was flowing freely from my mouth. The more abusive my words the, the harder his breath. This sinful behavior was turning me on in ways I never even knew possible. I finally sent him over the edge, liquid pearls soaring out of his manhood, with this line: “You have been a naughty, naughty little slave and the next time I see you these filthy boots are going to stomp on your face so hard you won’t be able to see straight for days.”
Watching his face as he unloaded all over himself sent me into a euphoric state that I could barely understand. Who knew humiliating another human being could be such a turn on?! I yearned to touch myself, but I contained that desire until we wrapped up the video chat. We agreed to meet in person the next day and then said goodbye.
The second I closed my laptop, my hand was in my pants faster than I realized what I was doing. I vigorously rubbed my clit and came within a matter of seconds. I was so aroused. I couldn’t wait to see him the next day and do it all in person. My night alternated between wet dreams and touching myself so furiously I thought I might break.
By the time I met up with Sven the next day, brand new BDSM shoes strapped on my feet, I was so ready to go a herd of wild horses couldn’t keep me away. But that’s a story for a later date.
Until next time…