The Pack Rat...first date
In the world of on-line dating you run across all types. I have profiles on a couple of BDSM sites, and had a dominant lady contact me earlier in the week. We talked on the phone a little, chatted on line, and last night I met her for dinner at a restaurant near her home.
We split a bottle of wine and wound up back at her place where she said she was going to give me "an inspection". Needless to say, I was very excited at the prospects and followed her in my car to her place.
When she pushed open the door to her house my mind was instantly blown. I have never seen a house so cluttered with stuff that you could barely make it from room to room. I wouldn't describe it as unclean, but damn the place was a mess. She's apparently one of those people who can't throw things out. Hoarding disorder?
So one of things she is looking for is "domestic service", and Jesus I can see why. It seemed like there were doubles of everything...sometimes triples. There were about ten pieces of furniture in her small living area. The shelves were loaded with nick nacks. The kitchen counter was covered in dishes and small appliances. I could go on, but you get the picture. There was hardly a spot to even put my jacket. It was the kind of place where if you put something down, you might not see it for years.
Anyway, we got to her bedroom and of course there was junk all over the bed. Before we could do anything we had to clean a space to play. It was comical in a way, because I had a raging hard-on right up to the point I walked into her house. I kind of wanted to get out of there and take her to a hotel or back to my place, but that would have been rude. She didn't seem to think there was anything out of the ordinary in the way she lived, although she admitted she's had men turn tail and run after being in her place.
So finally we got the bed cleared and she told me to strip. I did as instructed and folded my clothes and put everything in a neat little pile next to the bed. She didn't take off her clothes. In fact, I didn't get to see her naked at all. It would be just as she told me, an inspection. There wouldn't be any sex or happy endings on our first date.
When I was fully naked she told me to stand at attention with my head looking down and not move. It felt like I was standing there for a long time as the anticipation mounted. My cock was slowly getting hard again as I could feel her eyes on me looking me up and down. Then she told me turn around so she could see my back side. The first thing she touched was my ass. She grabbed it, rubbed it, squeezed it, and then told me to bed over and grab my ankles. A chill ran up and down my spine as she began tickling my asshole. She told me I had a nice ass and asked me when was the last time it was fucked. I told her honestly I couldn't remember, but it had been a long time. I was hoping for the strap-on, but she had other ideas.
She positioned me on the bed on my hands and knees and moved behind me in a dominant position. I felt like a horse at an auction as her hands were all over me. She reach around and grab my cock for an instant, then slap my butt, then tug on my nipple. All the while I wasn't allowed to move. After about 15 minutes of this, she stopped and told me that was it and to get dressed it was time for me to leave. My dick was hard enough to cut diamonds, but I did as she said and started to make my way out the door.
She walked me out and I knew better than to try to give her a goodnight kiss. She told me she would call me next week and let me know if she would see me again. I got in my car still completely blown away by everything that had transpired. I got home fast, and jacked off furiously fantasizing about her fucking my ass with a big dildo.
This morning I am reflective about the whole encounter. Getting that house in order would be a Herculean task and I think that is part of the reason she's interested in me. She strikes me as a fiercely independent woman, and I suspect I am not the first submissive male she's inspected in such a manner. Throughout the evening I felt a level of detachment from her as though I was a shoe she was trying on. It's clear she's looking for something very specific in her mind.
I'm not sure I'm attracted to her physically, but that doesn't really matter. When a woman takes charge the way she did last night I become very lustful of them. I looked at her profile again this morning to go over her kinks and her top five were: domestic service, cuckolding, whipping, chastity, and strapons. She had a laundry list of others.
So we'll see. The next move is hers.
We split a bottle of wine and wound up back at her place where she said she was going to give me "an inspection". Needless to say, I was very excited at the prospects and followed her in my car to her place.
When she pushed open the door to her house my mind was instantly blown. I have never seen a house so cluttered with stuff that you could barely make it from room to room. I wouldn't describe it as unclean, but damn the place was a mess. She's apparently one of those people who can't throw things out. Hoarding disorder?
So one of things she is looking for is "domestic service", and Jesus I can see why. It seemed like there were doubles of everything...sometimes triples. There were about ten pieces of furniture in her small living area. The shelves were loaded with nick nacks. The kitchen counter was covered in dishes and small appliances. I could go on, but you get the picture. There was hardly a spot to even put my jacket. It was the kind of place where if you put something down, you might not see it for years.
Anyway, we got to her bedroom and of course there was junk all over the bed. Before we could do anything we had to clean a space to play. It was comical in a way, because I had a raging hard-on right up to the point I walked into her house. I kind of wanted to get out of there and take her to a hotel or back to my place, but that would have been rude. She didn't seem to think there was anything out of the ordinary in the way she lived, although she admitted she's had men turn tail and run after being in her place.
So finally we got the bed cleared and she told me to strip. I did as instructed and folded my clothes and put everything in a neat little pile next to the bed. She didn't take off her clothes. In fact, I didn't get to see her naked at all. It would be just as she told me, an inspection. There wouldn't be any sex or happy endings on our first date.
When I was fully naked she told me to stand at attention with my head looking down and not move. It felt like I was standing there for a long time as the anticipation mounted. My cock was slowly getting hard again as I could feel her eyes on me looking me up and down. Then she told me turn around so she could see my back side. The first thing she touched was my ass. She grabbed it, rubbed it, squeezed it, and then told me to bed over and grab my ankles. A chill ran up and down my spine as she began tickling my asshole. She told me I had a nice ass and asked me when was the last time it was fucked. I told her honestly I couldn't remember, but it had been a long time. I was hoping for the strap-on, but she had other ideas.
She positioned me on the bed on my hands and knees and moved behind me in a dominant position. I felt like a horse at an auction as her hands were all over me. She reach around and grab my cock for an instant, then slap my butt, then tug on my nipple. All the while I wasn't allowed to move. After about 15 minutes of this, she stopped and told me that was it and to get dressed it was time for me to leave. My dick was hard enough to cut diamonds, but I did as she said and started to make my way out the door.
She walked me out and I knew better than to try to give her a goodnight kiss. She told me she would call me next week and let me know if she would see me again. I got in my car still completely blown away by everything that had transpired. I got home fast, and jacked off furiously fantasizing about her fucking my ass with a big dildo.
This morning I am reflective about the whole encounter. Getting that house in order would be a Herculean task and I think that is part of the reason she's interested in me. She strikes me as a fiercely independent woman, and I suspect I am not the first submissive male she's inspected in such a manner. Throughout the evening I felt a level of detachment from her as though I was a shoe she was trying on. It's clear she's looking for something very specific in her mind.
I'm not sure I'm attracted to her physically, but that doesn't really matter. When a woman takes charge the way she did last night I become very lustful of them. I looked at her profile again this morning to go over her kinks and her top five were: domestic service, cuckolding, whipping, chastity, and strapons. She had a laundry list of others.
So we'll see. The next move is hers.
9 年 前
