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Encounter with a Stranger
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STORY
Encounter with a Stranger
"Actually, I prefer my women tied up"
That caught my attention. Until now, the party had been
rather dull. I had been half-heartedly flirting with him, and
I think he was bored with me. I know my response surprised him.
"You mean with negotiation and safewords?"
His eyes narrowed and he looked at me with a great deal more
interest. "Are you into it?"
"I might be," I answered - not sure if I wanted to go further
with him or not. We moved to a quiet corner to continue our discussion
and I found myself agreeing to leave with him.
We went to his apartment. He told me to take off my clothes while
he got things ready. When he called me into his bedroom, he was still
wearing his jeans. He stared at me for a few moments then told me to lie
down on the bed.
He tied me up - fourposted, face down. I heard him take off his
jeans. He surprised me by starting with the riding crop. Somehow,
I had expected him to spank me first. His hits ranged between the
backs of my knees and my shoulders. It felt good. I had missed this
a lot. My skin was heating up fast, and I started jerking and moaning.
Suddenly, he set aside the crop, and I felt his hands soothing
my burning skin. Then he pinched the underside of my butt a few times
before his hands went to my ankles and untied them. He forced my knees
to bend up underneath me and started playing with my ass. Soewhere
along the way, he had lubricated his fingers and he stuck one up my
ass. I tensed a bit. I wasn't sure that I liked this aspect of the
play. I told him he was making me nervous. He said that I had agreed
to penetration, and I explained that I was thinking of vaginal
penetration.
He said that that wasn't what he'd been thinking of and eased a
second finger in. I moaned and held still. I decided to see if I could
handle it. He was reaching for stuff with his other hand now, but I
couldn't tell what he was doing until I felt something cold joining
his fingers at my asshole. It was the handle of the riding crop! This
had me really upset. I knew that I did NOT want foreign objects being
pushed in my rear.
"Relax," he said. "You can take it, you even agreed to it."
One hand moved between my legs and began rubbing my clit. My brain
immediately focussed on the pleasure that caused and when I shuddered
in response he pushed the riding crop in deeper. "There now, you
like that don't you?" he asked as he rubbed my clit harder and harder.
I moaned in response - not sure if I did or not. He continued to
rub my clit and apply pressure to the riding crop until he was
satisfied with the depth of penetration of the crop.
Then he shifted and entered me doggy style. The crop was a def-
inite distraction while I adjusted to this new development. His hands
were on my hips and his thumbs dug into the sensitive skin where he had
raised welts with the riding crop. I gasped and felt myself moving
with him. I almost felt o.k. about the riding crop waving around back
there as I approached orgasm. I came and he pulled out almost
immediately.
I didn't think he had come. He started pushing the crop in
and out and I cried out - it didn't hurt that much, but I didn't like
the feel of it. One of his hands was pinching my rear, and I shifted,
trying to get away. That was a bit of a mistake considering the riding
crop. It went in at an uncomfortable angle, and I stopped struggling.
"That's good," he said and one hand reached beneath me. This
time, instead of rubbing my clit, he pinched my labia. I yelped, but
held still, remembering the riding crop. "I want you to come again,"
he said. I shook my head - I was excited, but the pinching hurt too
much and I was still sure that I did not like the riding crop in my ass.
"No, don't argue with me," he said, pinching much harder and pushing
deeper. I cried out in pain, but felt the orgasm building. Pleasing
him was definitely of tantamount importance. Between the pinching
and the pushing, my squirming was involuntary. It took a long while,
but I came a second time. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. His
one hand stopped pinching and he held it still against my burning lips
while the other hand slowly pulled out the riding crop. He untied
my hands then. I lay still, sobbing and gasping until I was completely
free. Then I rolled onto my side and grasped my knees - still trying
to recover.
He moved to face me then. He kept one hand still on my cunt,
and moved my damp hair away from my face with the other. He smiled
then and told me that I was beautiful. I closed my eyes and took a
deep breath. I was beginning to calm down, and was about ready to
sit up.
Afterwards, he wanted to talk. We disscussed what I had
liked and disliked and why. I talked about what had felt good and
how perfect the whipping had been. Then I expressed very vocally my
objections to foreign objects penetrating my rear.
"If it upset you so much, why didn't you call safeword?" he
asked.
That stopped me. "I forgot that I could use a safeword," I
confessed after a long silence.
He seemed pleased by that. "Why don't we arrange for another
opportunity for you to forget your safeword?"
I agreed. Just the thought of seeing him in the future excited
me. I wasn't going to think about how he might interpret any limits
I negotiated next time. I was hoping he would surprise me with something
new.
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