1. A first weekend with Sara


    Date: 5/3/2024, Categories: Fiction BDSM Blowjob Bondage and restriction Cock & ball torture, Domination/submission Female Domination, Male / Females Spanking, Threesome Author: bestbond, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... trust you

Sara: I promise I will do anything you tell me to do. I really want to understand what this feels like.

Me: Anything?

Sara: Please don’t be too mean to me.

Me: OK. From tomorrow morning until Friday, you will not wear any underwear.

Sara: That’s an easy one. I can do that for you.

Me: Easy? OK. You will masturbate in the morning and the evening every day bringing yourself as close to orgasm as you possibly can without actually cumming. You are not allowed to cum until Friday. On Thursday you will masturbate just before you meet me. Each time you do this you will send me a message with just three X’s – XXX. I won’t expect any other messages from you unless you fail.

Sara: OMG

Me: No XXX :-)

Sara: Thank you. Should I call you Sir?

Me: No stick with Andrew for the time being. I’m not keen on titles unless they are part of a required scenario, Good night now. I look forward to your messages and to seeing you on Thursday.

Sara: Night night x

I wondered how she’d cope or whether she would actually manage to see things through. It would be interesting to see what sort of state she would be in on Thursday if she kept to my instructions.

At about 8.30 the following morning I received the first “XXX”.

I took a break during the morning and emailed Karen to let her know what I was up to. She replied in the afternoon saying that Sara had already told her and was still ridiculously excited. They’d already traded quite a few ideas. She ...
    ... said to be careful but have fun.

I received a morning and an evening text each day but avoided too much conversation before our meeting. I simply responded with a “thank you” or “well done”. I didn’t want to complicate things.

THURSDAY - EVENING

I arrived at the wine bar a little early and waited outside for Sara to arrive. I'm probably a little old-fashioned thinking a woman shouldn't enter a bar on their own.

it wasn't long before I saw Sara round the corner a little further down the road and walk towards me. I was surprised to note that she didn't have that familiar spring in her step. She appeared a little unsteady on her feet. I wondered whether she might have had a few drinks before coming out, a little Dutch courage. As she came closer I could see she looked rather flustered.

"Hi there. Are you OK?" I greeted her.

She grabbed my arm to steady herself. "No, I'm not. I'm a wet bloody mess. These fucking jeans are rubbing right on my clit. I'm so close to cumming right now."

She was slightly stooped over but she looked up at me, smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. "Sorry about the swearing. I should have put more thought into this. I should have worn a bloody skirt."

I took her hand, firmly, and led her into the bar. There were plenty of tables so we chose one fairly close to the door and, having asked what she wanted, I went over to the bar. Having ordered our drinks I turned and looked over at Sara. She seemed a little more settled now. She was ...
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