First Encounter

May 6

I only joined Fet a couple of months ago. I met an amazing woman last week and wanted to share our scene.... hope you enjoy...

Once we got back to the hotel, I invited her into the room. As soon as we stepped inside, I made her hang the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. The moment it was done, I pinned her against the wall, holding both her wrists high above her head with one hand. Leaning in close, I whispered into her ear how much I’d been looking forward to this — how she belonged to me for the rest of the night, and she would do exactly as I said.

Hanging from the back of the door was the leash I’d prepared earlier. I took it down slowly and commanded her to lift her dress for me. Beneath it, she was wearing an incredibly sexy set of lingerie: stockings, suspenders, the works. I couldn't resist — my hands roamed over her body, my lips finding her neck as I kissed and murmured just how badly I wanted her.

I made her drop to her knees. I clipped the leash to her collar, taking a moment to admire the sight of her kneeling before me, entirely at my mercy. Leading her across the room by the leash, I brought her to the foot of the bed where my toy bag sat, neatly packed in its leather holder.

I instructed her to take out a few select items: a whip with a feathered tip, some rope, and a leg spreader. I started with the feather, brushing it lightly over the insides of her thighs, the backs of her knees, her lower back — teasing her, making her shiver under my touch. She trembled as I alternated the soft strokes with increasingly firm spanks, each one a little harder than the last, until her skin glowed with heat. I kissed and caressed the red marks after each impact, reminding her that even in ***, she was cherished.

Next, I adjusted the leg spreader to its widest setting. Still wearing her knee-high boots, she looked deliciously *** as I ***d her legs apart, leaving her completely exposed to me. I teased her again with the feather, a few more spanks, building the tension.

Pulling a chair in front of her, I sat down and gave her her next command: to unfasten my jeans. Once she did, I blindfolded her, letting her feel rather than see. I allowed her to free my cock, but instructed her carefully — she was only permitted to lick it. She eagerly began, but in her excitement, she started to suck instead. Without hesitation, I leaned over, spanked her hard, and reminded her firmly: she hadn’t been given permission to suck — and now, she would be punished.

Several harsh spanks later, she resumed licking, obediently running her tongue from base to tip, savoring every moment. Minutes passed, and then she began to beg — desperate for permission to suck, desperate to be fucked. I denied her, teasing her mercilessly, making her work for it.

Eventually, after what must have felt like an eternity, I told her she’d been a good girl, and I rewarded her with permission to suck — but only for a few precious seconds. Reclining back in the chair with a glass of dark rum, I watched her, her mouth working my cock with slow, reverent strokes.

Deciding it was time to move things on, I commanded her to crawl over to the bed. It wasn't easy for her, legs still restrained, but she obeyed. I guided her onto the mattress, her torso resting on it, hips bent forward, bottom half off the edge.

I treated her to another round of firm spanking, peppered with kisses and soothing touches. Then I reached for the lube, letting it drip down the crack of her ass, trickling towards her soaked cunt. I retrieved the butt plug from my toy bag and began to work it into her, slowly stretching her tight little hole, teasing, playing, making her moan and writhe with need.

One hand explored between her thighs, tugging her dripping lips aside — she was so wet, desperate for more.

Lifting her fully onto the bed, I secured her arms into the bed restraints, face down, with her ass lifted high by a couple of pillows. Pulling her knickers aside, I fingered her hard and rough, just the way she liked it. She came quickly, convulsing around my hand as she cried out.

While she recovered, I switched her position — rolling her onto her back, re-fastening her wrists, setting the leg spreader in place again so her legs were raised and wide open for me. I teased her clit relentlessly, bringing her close to the edge again, then backed off, kissing her neck, tugging her hair — all the things I knew drove her wild.

I slid down between her legs and licked her pussy, savoring the taste of her dripping wetness, edging her closer and closer to another climax.

Then, straddling the space between her spread legs, I grabbed her hair with one hand and held her throat gently but firmly with the other, pressing kisses against her neck. I pulled off her blindfold because I wanted to see her eyes — wanted her to look at me as I took her.

Instead of plunging into her right away, I teased her clit with the head of my cock, building her anticipation until she was nearly shaking with need. And then — finally — I slid into her.

She was so wet, so ready, and I fucked her hard, fast, losing ourselves in the heat and passion of the moment. It was a blur of movement, sound, sensation — it felt endless and immediate all at once — until I came hard inside her, claiming her fully.

Even after, I didn’t leave her. I kissed her, caressed her, whispered how proud I was of her. When I eventually pulled out, I released the leg spreader and restraints, and she collapsed against me, trembling from the aftershocks of her second orgasm.

We lay there together, her shivering gently as I stroked her back, holding her close while she drifted down from the overwhelming intensity of everything we had just shared.