1. First Encounter (Part 1)


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Author: M Bongo, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    I walk into the room. You are already there, in casual clothes, a blouse and jeans. Just sitting on the bed. Facing the door, hands in your lap. Anticipating. Trying to relax. I sit next to you on the bed. I pat your hand in a slow, reassuring way. You start to turn your face towards me, but before you can complete the action... "Stand up in front of me. Face me. Hands at your sides, feet shoulder-width apart. It's time to inspect your offering." You look at me, not really comprehending. I enjoy that. The idea that you are so willing to offer yourself to me, but not really understanding what that will entail. I can see it in your face... the uncertainty, the questioning. You don't say anything. But you are nervous and excited, almost to the point of trembling. I just sit there, staring. An intense, hard gaze roaming over your body, from the very top of your head, to the ground. No shoes, just socks. I keep staring. I lock eyes with you. You hold my my gaze for a few seconds, but you are feeling so self-conscious you try to break the gaze. "Stop! Look in my eyes. Lose yourself in there. See my hunger. Feel my need." "But.." "Quiet. Do not speak unbidden. Especially now. This is your audition. This is where I determine if what you desire meshes with what I desire. Follow my orders to the letter and all will be well. You will not be punished for anything that happens. I need to gauge if you really wish to submit to me, and how much, or if you are only looking for some quick ...
    mutual pleasure." You keep averting your eyes. "Look at me." You do. You stare. You fidget a bit, but hold my gaze. Slowly, oh so slowly, you start to lose yourself. You shudder. I smile. I like what I see. I enjoy watching you lose yourself in my eyes. Minutes pass. You standing, me sitting, each staring. Such a beautifully crucial moment. But I can feel the excitement rising in you. Eyes dilate a bit. Breathing a bit deeper. Still occasionally shuddering. I stand up. Your eyes follow me. Questioning. Wondering what happens now. I enjoy the uncertainty. I’m in control. You know that I’m in control but are still holding back. I can’t have that. I need you to acknowledge that I’m in control. I need you to tell me that I’m in control. But words aren’t enough. I need you to feel it. I need you to relinquish all. You start to slouch. “Stand up straight. Posture is important to me. Shoulders back, chest out. Chin up a little. Close your eyes.” You follow my instruction. Eyes close. A small sigh escapes your lips as you wonder what’s next. Reaching up, I gently caress your face with the outside of one finger. I draw it down from your temple over your lips. They part a bit with a soft intake of breath. Down over your chin to your throat. Just lightly and barely touching. Almost like a soft tickle. I continue moving my hand to brush away your hair from the left side of your face. I want to whisper in your ear. I move behind you and press my chest against your shoulder. You feel my breath ...
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