1. Just Call Me Sir- Chapter 2


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Hotpants66, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It’s been three days since Mr. Blue Eyes drove away reminding me to not miss his calls. Only there have been no calls and I’m extremely frustrated. I call him Mr. Blue eyes because I still don’t know his name. I have been to the café everyday yet I have not seen him there. Maybe he was just a one time fuck after all, but oh what a fuck it was. Every time I run it over in my mind I find myself extremely wet and aching for his touch, touching myself has not given me the relief I so badly desire. The usual favorite dildo doesn’t even come close. I’ve finished my lunch and give one final look around before I leave, perhaps it is time to just accept that he that he got what he wanted and he’s moved on to his next conquest, someone who is more trainable. I still don’t completely understand what that meant. Internet searches were no help, with nothing more than the word “training” to go on, the results were all over the map from training a dog, to potty training, to ab workouts, nothing that I could make sense of where he is concerned. Flipping through the channel guide trying to find something to take my mind off my frustration, nothing appeals to me and I scroll up to the adult channels, maybe some inspiration to take care of myself would help. The titles are almost laughable, and then one catches my eye, “I Call Him Sir”. Could this maybe give me a clue? He had said I could call him Sir or Master, so maybe, it can’t hurt to give it a try. The scene when the channel comes up has ...
    me almost instantly wet and throbbing. A beautiful woman, stretched over a bench of sorts, having her ass spanked by a man in a dark suit with nothing more than his hand. She’s mumbling something about being a good girl, not disobeying him again, spank me good Sir. He delivers blow and blow that she seems to enjoy. How could anyone possibly enjoy that? Then my mind wandered back to the smack Mr. Blue Eyes gave me on my bottom. I remember the throbbing it caused in my pussy. I am drawn in, no longer thinking of this as porn, but finally understanding what “training” means. So lost in the images I don’t even realize that my hand in buried deep inside me until I start cumming hard. Oh how I wish my phone would ring! I have his number, maybe I should contact him instead of waiting on him to call me. So many times I pick up the phone and put it down. If he really is a Dom then my calling him may be frowned upon. I’ve done so much reading about the Dom/sub lifestyle since learning this may be what he’s referring to, how complex it can be. The more I read the more I want to experience it. I’ve made myself cum so many times the last few days, the more I do the more I want. I have to do something, I just don’t know what that is. I haven’t been to the café for a few days and decide to go for lunch and hopefully talk with the waitress to see if he’s been in. I’m disappointed when I arrive and she doesn’t appear to be working. Since she’s not here there’s no point in staying, I am almost ...
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