Meeting In The Flesh by Imogen

Meeting in the Flesh by Imogen, M/f stripping and spanking

“Mine now.”

Those words, whispered in my ear when Master picked me up at the airport, stayed with me throughout the travel to our hotel. They were heavy with barely contained desire. I had noticed a primal passion shimmering behind the controlled speech that made my knees weak with anticipation.

He put the Do Not Disturb sign in place and locked the door behind us. Immediately we were cut off from the hustle and bustle of the normal world. Outside I could hear the traffic, distant as if they belonged to another world. The lobby seemed light years away. The silence emphasized how alone we were. No one would disturb us while we turned this hotel room into our Kingdom where my Master reigned supreme.

“Strip.” He crossed his arms, leaning one shoulder against the wall as he watched me.

Barely one hour had passed since I had arrived at Detroit airport. It was our first meeting in the flesh and our first real hug. Until then I had only felt his domination through words on a screen and the occasional call. He was a gentle man and his kindness had made me think he would not use his hold over me once I was in his presence. Now I knew better. The whispered words had been a promise of what lay ahead and I realized my Master intended to use every bit of his power over me.

He smiled and my cheeks grew hot. I was sure he was aware of my thoughts and enjoyed my struggle.

I bowed my head, raising my hands to the top buttons of my shirt. The fabric rustled as it slithered over my shoulders and floated to the ground. The air felt warm upon my exposed flesh and I sucked my tummy in as I fumbled with my skirt. My fingers tugged at the button and for one agonizing moment I thought it wouldn’t go. My cheeks grew hot and I attacked the stubborn button more fiercely, finally managing to pop it free. My sigh of relief must have been audible as I heard my Master chuckle. Blushing furiously I stepped out of my skirt and tossed it aside. I felt strange, looking up at him. I had stripped for him in front of the webcam; doing so made me feel empowered and sexy. It had been a turn on imagining his response. Now, faced with reality, I felt shy and awkward, and it was all I could do to stay on my feet. I wanted to kneel for him, both to humiliate myself and to hide my exposure.

His dark eyes gleamed as he inspected my body. Traveling from the crown of my head to my bare toes, his gaze lingered on my stocking clad legs. I had bought the luxurious thigh highs especially for this occasion, knowing how much my Master enjoyed them. The gleam in his eyes turned predatory and I felt desire stir in the depths of my stomach.

“Hold,” he said and my fingers froze behind my back, inches from the clasp of my bra. A small pocket knife appeared in his hand and he smiled reassuringly upon catching my startled glance. I eyed the knife and swallowed as the steel scraped along my chest and snipped the front of my bra. He brushed his hand over my shoulders, pushing the halter straps down until no more cloth hindered his view of my ample breasts. I was rather proud of how they looked. They were still round and firm despite their size, with nipples that stiffened when exposed to my Master’s view. My love for the Finnish sauna tradition had left my body evenly tanned and my nipples were dark and pronounced against the golden tan.

He took his time, watching, and I shivered under his gaze. The edge of the knife felt smooth against my skin as he snapped the sidebands of my panties and caught the ruined scraps before they fell. The remains of my underwear dangled from his fist as he circled me, examining my body from every angle. I was glad I had taken the precaution to shave and my sex was hairless and smooth. His knowing smile made my heart jump. I felt as if he had known my anticipation when I dragged the razor over my pussy. In that moment I knew he was aware that I had been thinking of him, and this moment, where I would stand naked before his eyes for the very first time. The stockings didn’t count as garments in my eyes; they emphasized the exposure of my torso and drew the eye towards my moist pussy.

I lowered my gaze and waited, unsure of what he expected of me next. Other men had seen me naked but none had watched me with the hungry possessiveness I saw in my Master’s eyes. I smiled, seeing his obvious pleasure in my looks, and I felt pride and accomplishment.

My Master walked past me and seated himself in the only chair, a large cushioned chesterfield look-alike. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor between his legs. I hastened towards him and knelt. It was a heady feeling, being there in the flesh. I had knelt before the computer screen so often, but it had not been the same! To feel his eyes upon me, to feel the warmth radiate from his body, and his voice so near my ear as he leaned forward. “Ask for it,” he said, his voice barely audible.

He never needed to raise his voice with me. Spoken at any tone, his wish was my command. And I did not need to ask him what he wished of me now. I knew what I wanted. I knew what he wanted. I lifted my hands to his crotch; my fingers toyed with the zipper as I raised my gaze to his. “Master, may I please suck your cock?” I said, feeling the heat spread in my stomach as I heard myself speak. He quirked a brow, and looked me over. “Please?!” I repeated, afraid I might cum if he kept looking at me like that. A tremor coursed through my hips as I had trouble keeping them still. My fingers tensed around the zipper, eagerly awaiting the go-ahead.

He nodded, and I didn’t delay. I yanked the zipper down (rather unceremoniously, I’m afraid, but he didn’t seem to mind) and freed his cock from his boxers. My hands trembled as I touched his manhood and I stroked its length tenderly, bowing my head to the glistening tip. I kissed that smooth head and channeled my love and respect for him in that lingering, tender kiss. He adjusted in his chair, settling back comfortably. Emanating an air of nonchalant control, he watched my submission and only his rigid manhood showed how it affected him.

I opened my mouth and let the smooth head slip between my lips. It filled my mouth nicely, and I licked over the tiny slit at the top, enjoying his taste and the slight jutting movement that accompanied my ministrations. I doubled my efforts, licking and suckling upon that swollen head. I forgot to swallow and saliva dripped from my lips, coating his cock with moisture. I spread my thighs; my pussy ached for attention, but my hands were busy inside his boxers. I pushed the fabric down and stroked his balls. My thumbs circled underneath the heavy sacks, goading them upwards towards my chin.

When his hand dropped to the back of my head I nearly came. My hips bucked and I swallowed greedily, my cheeks sucked in as I worked the heady mixture of saliva and pre-cum down. Firmly, he guided my face towards his stomach, forcing me to take more and more of his manhood in my mouth. The smooth head thumped against the back of my mouth and his fingers curled in my hair, angling my face for the best access to my throat. His grip changed and he pushed my face onto his cock; its girth pushed my tongue down and thrust deeply into my throat. I couldn’t speak and I could barely swallow. He kept thrusting me back and forth and I panicked. I couldn’t breathe! My breasts bounced with both the steady thrusting and the frantic heaving of my chest as his length plunged in and out of my mouth. He noticed my distress however and relented, slowing his pace until I had the rhythm. The respite was brief, however, and his hand guided my head in steady thrusts that stretched the soft fabric of my throat. I felt him tense, his balls were hard and heavy and I stroked them encouragingly as I felt him spasm in my mouth.

His breathing quickened and his thigh muscles bunched under my arms.. I suckled and swallowed as hard as I could, and was rewarded by a deep moan rumbling from my Master’s throat. I barely had time to enjoy my little victory as he thrust up. His cock throbbed in my mouth and spurted thick ribbons of cum into my throat. The first spurts landed so deep I swallowed them without thought, but with more and more coming, I couldn’t keep up. The creamy mass filled my mouth and bubbled from lips; it dripped down my chin where it cooled enough to cling to my jaw in thick globs.

I raised my gaze to my Master when he removed his hand from the back of my head and pulled back. His eyes rested upon the spillage and hastily I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, quickly shoving the thickening cum in my mouth. He smiled, and I blushed.

He patted his lap and when I rose to obey, he quickly reached out and spun me around. The momentum sent me sprawling over his lap, my hair swept over the ground as I lay upside down, my stomach against his thigh. My feet barely toed the ground and my ass was raised. I wriggled, still adjusting to up being down and down being up when I felt his hand caress my bare buttocks. I lay still and held my breath, enjoying his gentle exploration of my naked ass. He took his time as was his habit, tracing the contours and the tight crack between my buttocks. When the contact faded, I knew what was coming and braced myself. My ass cheeks tensed in anticipation, when I heard him laugh. His fingers stroked my back, following the arch of my spine to my shoulders. I relaxed.

Smack!

His hand connected firmly with my ass, and my hands and feet came free from the ground as I tensed involuntarily. My ass cheek felt warm and I let out a little sound of protest. He chuckled and patted the offended flesh. For a moment I thought he’d relent and forgo the spanking he had promised in favor of other pleasures, but then his hand came down again – on the other cheek this time, and it stung! The warmth spread evenly over my ass as he spanked me, alternating the force and direction of his palm until I thought my behind was on fire! I squirmed, trying to dodge the blows as they came but he adjusted to my desperate wriggling. I didn’t mean to disobey him, but damn, that hurt and from his quiet laughter, I knew my attempts amused him. My behind ached like never before and I felt more horny than a classroom full of teenagers. My squirming changed, my hips bucked against his thigh and I caressed his ankle with one hand, desperate to touch him.

His hand caressed my burning ass and dipped between my thighs. When his fingers found my eager, dripping pussy I was so ready for more! I moaned and squirmed. “Master, please!”

“It seems I got myself a little slut, hmm?” His fingertip trailed over my wet snatch, then he flicked my clit with his thumb and I cried out. I needed more than this! My ass ached, it was burning hot, but I would have willingly taken a dozen more spankings as long as he didn’t stop working his magic on my sex. His fingers dove in and out, fucking me with a relentless slow rhythm that drove me insane with longing. I heard the wet, sopping sounds of his fucking when his fingers probed my folds. The smell of sex was already thick and inhaling that scent fueled my desire.

“Yes Master. Please!”

My Master withdrew his hand and I let out a small whimper in protest when I felt his moist digits on my hips. Without further ado he set me upright on my feet and rose as well. My eyes were level with his mouth and I wanted to kiss him. I raised my gaze to him, and found him watching me, a hunger in his eyes that turned my knees to jelly.

“So beautiful.” He trailed the curve of my breast with rough fingertips. His thumb flicked a nipple and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I rose to tiptoe and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him wildly on the lips. I laced my fingers in his hair and felt him smile under my kisses. His arms clasped around me, strong and sure, as he lifted me up and carried me to the bed.

I held out my arms to him as he escaped my grasp and grabbed my wrists. He pulled my arms over my head and bound my wrists, securing them to the poles with a length of rope. He spread my legs and tied my ankles in the same fashion. I tried, but I could barely move. “Now?” I asked, watching him undress.

He took off his tie and smiled. “Not yet.”

I groaned and let my head fall back into the pillow with emphasized disappointment. I wanted him, damnit. I wanted him now!

But he made me wait. As if I wasn’t even there he folded his clothes and procured a pack of condoms from a pocket. His cock was hard again and he watched me as he pulled the thin coating over his erection.

Finally, he approached me and crawled upon the bed. He hovered over me and I felt the tip of his manhood probe my pussy. I moaned and wriggled, trying to find the leverage to push my hips up and meet him, but he knew his knots and I couldn’t move more than an inch. Mischief sparkled in his eyes as he watched my efforts and gave me another inch of his swollen cock. Moving his hips, he thrust slow and steady in a rhythm that made me howl with frustration. “Damnit! PLEASE!” I cried out, uncaring who heard me as long as he would fuck me!

And he did. Using his weight and the angle of his hips he thrust into me, filling me until his hips collided with mine. He fucked me, rough and hard, until I screamed in pleasure. Then I heard his gasp and felt him tense as he reached his peak and collapsed on top of me. He untied my wrists and held me in his arms.

“Mine now.” The possessive pride in his voice was unmistakable and my tired nod was one of utter contentment. I was His at last.