The casual coffee date with The Writer
Date: 5/30/2017, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, BDSM, Coercion, Discipline, Domination / Submission, Extreme, BDSM, Author: BigDaddyGorilla, Source: sexstories.com
Fuck! What the hell were you thinking?!? Here you are walking down the stairs of this strange man's home in to his basement. It's a nice house but still what a choice. <earlier> His writing was mesmerizing, and at the coffee meeting having him chose your drink, and when you went to get up to go to the washroom he told you to sit. That you must ask permission to leave, fuck you just about came when he looked you in the eyes and informed you of his expectations. As he asked, you went, peed, took off your panties and had to wipe several times, your pussy was so wet. You came out and handed him the panties. He casually sniffed them, you knew he could feel how wet you are just by how wet the panties are. The smile and knowledge filled his eyes, then they went darker. His eyes filled with dark promise locked on yours, you couldn't look away and you had to fight to process what he is saying to you. "Well, slut," he said in a low voice, "I can tell we are done here, you will come with me now. I can tell you need it." He stood slipped your panties into his front pocket and proceeded to walk out the door, not looking back, taking for granted that you will follow him. For a flash of a second you considered not but you were so wet and you were aching for release. He seemed to be the one to give that to you. <now> You get to the bottom of the stairs and he leads you to a door, unlocks it and ushers you inside. The room is small, there is a medical table to one side and all sorts of ... instruments all over. "Now slut, strip your clothing." he demands. You quickly begin to take your clothing off. He turns his back and closes and locks the door. The room feels smaller but when you peel your pants off you can see your lubrication all over the crotch of your jeans and can feel your wetness begin to drip down the inside of your thighs. Your clothing is crumpled at your feet and you are standing there nude. the air cool but not cold. your pussy throbbing slightly, your heartbeat thrumming in your clit. He stands there and looks you from your feet slowly all the way up to your dark hair. then back down. He says nothing but twirls his finger slowly, you turn slowly. So exposed, so naked, a man you barely know looking at your naked body, you feel like covering up, as you finish your turn, that is exactly what you do. You place one arm across your breasts, the other hand covers your mound. Standing there slightly huddled you feel so vulnerable. SLAP Out of the blue you feel your cheek sting. It was so sudden you didn't see it come. When your eyes clear you see his eyes brown, soft, gentle. He says very calmly, "You will not cover yourself in my presence. You are here to be looked at, used, explored, poked, prodded, fucked, degraded in any way I want." he voice changes suddenly, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he doesn't yell but the room fills with his voice and you immediately drop your arms. your cheek stings. He sits on a doctor's stool spreads his legs and motions you closer. He ...