Amanda learns to submit

Amanda learns to submit
By: alison (iluvliir@cs.com)

It was exactly how she wanted it to be at first.

They met on the internet. He lived at the bottom of the country. She lived at the top.

He was married, older, forbidden. She'd only had one experience with a man like him. It had ended quietly but she craved the feelings he gave her ever since. It was effortless on his part. He just fucked her. But in her mind during it ran the idea that this would label her as a slut. Everyone would know what a whore she was if they could see her now.

So she chatted with this other man online. It was innocent at first?..tell me about yourself?likes, dislikes?

Few days passed before he began to question further??do you have any spare time when we can talk??.what do you like to do in the bedroom? He would tell her exactly what he would do if he had her alone??kiss her??lick her nipples?..suck her till she came for him?..

She was a tease. She believed she was in control as always. She loved it. She gave him her phone number. She thought, "I'd love to hear what this one has to say. He's intriguing some how?."

She sat in her school parking lot later that week. When her cell phone informed her of a new voice mail, she was surprised to hear an unfamiliar sexy male voice on the message. She was wet the instant she realized it was him and rubbed herself a bit through her panties before heading home.

It wasn't long before he began calling her on a daily basis. Again, the conversations started on a lighter note and usually ended with her trying to breath normally just from the things he suggested. She found this odd. It wasn't as though she had never had someone talk dirty to her over the phone. Yet she found herself thinking about him long after their conversations ended. He hadn't even started yet?.she didn't know.

A few days after Christmas, they were heading towards the end of an exchange. She fingered her hot cunt silently while he whispered into the other end of the ways they could enjoy each other.

"I want to own you, Alison," he said so quietly, she wasn't even sure she heard it.

"What?" Her fingers ceased and she listened carefully.

"I want to own you," he said again. This time her pussy took notice and she became even more wet. She quickly imagined this mysterious man tying her down, taking her roughly, and doing whatever he demanded of her.

In the middle of her delicious fantasy, she heard him speak again, "I will own you, Alison." This sounded almost like a challenge to her and she immediately snapped back to her teasing, confident self, "Oh yeah? How are you going to do that? How can you be so sure?"

"I'm already getting there, Alison."

That sent a shiver up her spine. Such simple words, and yet, she knew he meant them. She knew that somehow, he already knew her. He already knew what she wanted. She desired to be dominated. She simply hadn't found the right one yet. He could easily be the right one.

Months passed and he continued to contact her. She sent him pictures of herself. She e-mailed him daily. She waited for his calls after she had sent him her daily schedule. She had never had to work so hard to please a man before.

When they talked on the phone, they would begin with usual friendly banter?..and then suddenly he would change tone.

"Spread your legs," he would say. So bluntly and so suddenly.

"Get down on your hands and knees and finger my pussy," he would say. He began to refer to her pussy as his. She didn't dispute.

"Close your eyes and finger my pussy," he would say. Even though she knew he couldn't see her, she would do as he asked.

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to," he would say. And she would obey.

"Cum for me baby," he would demand. Every time she came for him, she thought it could never get better. She'd never had the kind of orgasms he gave her. Simply by talking on the phone, he was giving her better "sex" than she had ever received from any tangible dick.

After a short amount of time, he began to suggest a trip to see him. After saving, time and careful planning, she was prepared to visit him. Every night, a new fantasy would form in her mind in anticipation of the moment they would finally meet and touch and love.

The week of her spring break, she walked awkwardly off the plane. She had soaked through her second pair of panties today and was now on her third. Knowing that she would soon meet her Master face to face for the first time was killing her and exciting her to indescribable heights at the same time.

Walking out the airport doors onto the humid streets of Florida, she scanned the crowd for him. Within moments, she spotted him. Merely his presence told her who he was. His eyes bore into hers, recognizing. She had never seen him before. For all the pictures she had sent him of herself, never once did he send one to her. She asked him once about it. He simply replied she would see him when she visited him. The mysteriousness of this only added to his sexiness.

He was tall, handsome?..and her Master, regardless of anything else. He owned her and she would never be good enough to judge him.

She cautiously approached him. No words were spoken. He gazed into her eyes before capturing the back of her neck in his hand and pulling her to him. There were three seconds before he covered her mouth with his. Harsh, demanding and indecent for their public surroundings, he devoured her mouth.

Matching the impolite vigor of the kiss, she grasped him for support and began a slow, teasing grinding of her hips into his. Unwillingly, he let out a soft groan. He was finally able to feel his slave in his hands and his mouth. It was only when she let out a soft sound of her own that he realized they'd better get to their destination before he took her right there on the street. He broke the kiss, realized he'd won the irritated looks of more than a few mothers with children and old women, and took his slave by the hand.

The silence between them on the walk to his car seemed so natural to both of them, that they barely noticed they hadn't even said anything to one another since their meeting.

"I'm glad you're here, baby," he finally said.

"Thank you, Ryan. I am too," she smiled with pride, for her Master did find her appealing once they finally saw each other.

Twenty minutes later, she found herself in her hotel room with her back to the door. He stood towering above her. She began to tremble from anticipation and the expression in his eyes. He wanted her. She needed him more than anything. Though they talked for hours about how their first meeting would go, it was now here and she wasn't quite sure what she should do. All thoughts of uncertainty were lost when he swiftly twisted her long hair around his fist, pulled her head back and kissed her even harder than before. His lower body simultaneously slammed into her, forcing her even harder into the door. Her skirt had eased up and her moan was muffled by his tongue as he began to rub his sizeable erection against her bare leg.

"You need this, don't you baby?" he teased as he rubbed harder.

"Yes, yes, please Ryan. Please let me stroke your huge, hard cock," she begged and already began to lose leg strength. If his lower body hadn't been bracketing her to the door, she surely would have fallen to the floor.

Letting go of her hair, she fell to her knees and stared directly at his bulging groin, waiting for him to say the words.

"Yes, baby, take it out and suck it."

She didn't need to be told twice. Her shaky hands only stalled when trying to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. His zipper was down and his dick and balls were out of their confinements in a matter of seconds. The second her tongue stuck out and touched his head, her eyes shot up to his for approval. She got it in the form of a loud groan. His eyes closed and he gripped his hands at his sides, fighting the urge to grab onto her hair and fuck her face. He wanted her to be able to play a little before then and he wanted to see what kind of a cock sucker she was. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the head and she took her time savoring the flavor of it and then the texture of his head. She worked it in and out of her mouth a couple of times before attempting to take the whole thing. He was so big though, it was impossible. Then she began at the base and enjoying herself a little too much, leisurely licked up from the base to the head and back again.

"I said suck!" he yelled before again, wrapping her hair around both fists and pounding her face.

He fucked her face for a good five minutes, all the while ignoring her gags and even her own moans of pleasure. She loved to be treated like a whore and he knew it. Even verbal praise at the moment would have ruined it.

She began to reach her climax. Just the heat of the moment and way he felt in her mouth, no physical stimulation and she felt as though she would lose it. But she was determined not to?especially since they had only begun. She refused to disobey him and cum without consent.

Almost reading her mind, he said, "Hold on, baby. I'll be cumming first. I'll shoot all over your face and then we'll think about you."

"Mmmm?" she agreed and continued to suck her hardest.

"Here it is babe, open up!" he yelled and she immediately let go of his cock in her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and shut her eyes in eagerness for things to cum.

He shot the first two jets of cum right into her wide open mouth. The next two landed on each of her breasts (still partially covered by her shirt) and the remaining spurts of hot cum landed in her hair, her cheek, above her eye and next to her mouth. She reached her tongue as far as it would go, reaching for it. He tasted delicious and she craved more. She used her finger to get the little bit on her cheek and sucked it off her finger. He watched transfixed. Suddenly, he snapped back to reality and his role and power over her.

"Clean me first, bitch," he said hitting the tip of her nose with his still hard cock.

"Of course, I'm sor?" before she could even apologize, he grabbed her head and thrust inside her mouth again.

"You have to learn," he warned. "You will clean me off after you've had the privilege of tasting my cum."

She simply nodded and again, began to fight her climax. He was getting her hot again.

"Oh baby, you still want to cum, don't you?" he asked her, loving the power he had over her and wanting to hear her answer. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and began undressing.

"Please sir, I need to cum so badly. Please let me cum for you," she begged, true submission in her eyes.

"You haven't even touched yourself yet, baby," he commented, again loving the state of arousal he could get her in without any stimulation other than his cock in her mouth and the cum on her face.

She blushed at this, realizing he was right.

"?.besides, I'll be inside you and you'll be on top of me the first time that you cum here," he told her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and lowering himself down to his knees.

He kissed her then. It wasn't hard like the other kisses. This one was more demanding, yet slow. It was now that he didn't even have to prove to her who he was. He undressed her, taking his time. It almost scared her, the change in his demeanor. She tried hard to please him. She ran her hands up and down the length of his arms as she kissed him back with all that she could give.

It was moments later that she found herself, naked, on her back on the bed. He looked down at her before he shoved the full length of his thick cock into her wet, tight pussy. It was almost as painful to him as it was to her. She was so tight and he was so big. They both let out a moan of part pain and mostly pleasure.

He pumped into her hard and fast. The pressure on her clit was becoming unbearable.

"Fight it, baby," was all he said, reading her mind again.

"Oh Ryan, please!" she began, and then remembered.

"What did I tell you? When you cum, you'll be on top of me. Now fuck me, Alison," he replied.

She began to move her hips faster against him. She moaned and panted louder and grabbed onto him.

"Dammit Alison, FUCK ME!"

She knew she was going to pass out. The only thing she could hear were the slamming of their bodies together and Ryan demanding that she fuck him harder. She thought she was getting high off the smell of their sex.

Several moments of this went by before in one swift and unexpected movement, he rolled over and she was on top.

"Ryan? May I....?" she began considering her position.

"ALMOST THERE! TAKE IT BABY!" he yelled and she clutched him with her inner muscles.

"Anything, Ryan!" she worked hard.

"CUM!!" he screamed, reaching another amazing climax of his own.

Her climax was so strong, she heard him saying her name and felt him caress her but she couldn't react.

She drifted off to sleep right next to her Master. She had finally found the man willing and able to own her, mind, body and soul.