Our First Encounter After Meeting on SSD Club

I thought I might share with you what our first encounter might look and feel like, something to give you some idea of what to expect. So pull your chair close, but not too close or I may pull your hair.


Normally you wouldn’t respond to a message from anyone without a photo, but there are reasons why some don’t post, and his explanation of the charity he sits on the board for and the potential harm his personal life might cause something he cares deeply about made sense. And he was forthcoming with a picture and he was as he described, tall, masculine, fit, and well dressed, your mom would call “put together”. 

This Covid thing had greatly screwed up when you should have initially met and now weeks after your first messages back and forth you probably know way more about him, his likes and dislikes, his family, his work, his fetishes, than anyone else you had met from any other dating site, so maybe there really was some silver lining to this whole stay at home crap.
He had told you 5:30 at the bar, and that he would be there before you to make sure you didn’t have to wait alone, first good sign, he know your need to feel safe and secure. He told you he’d be in a blue suit and a quick scan of the bar he is easy to find, as tall as he said, thinner than you thought but obviously fit with really broad shoulders, the suit is well-tailored, not off the rack, looks Italian, great shoes, crisp lighter blue shirt under the suit and a striped silk tie, which he had told you could get ruined if you offered up your wrists one night. Then he sees you, no need for a wave, pictures have been exchanged many nights and you see a brilliant white smile and know that he’s seen and knows you.
That smile, that’s not a “I recognize her” smile, it is a “she’s more attractive than her pictures” smile. He watches you coming to him, he’s already standing with your chair out, but he’s watching your every move, kind eyes, but the eyes of a predator, the eyes of an Alpha. The discomfort of a first meet, do you shake hands, embrace, kiss, but he’s already taken charge, he puts his big hand in the small of your back and pulls you to his chest, your arms go around him and you feel the tightness of his back, the hardness of his muscles, then he gives you a little kiss, nothing to mess up lipstick, there and done, but he lingered for just a second, taking you in, and you him, his fragrance, he smells wonderfully, and he slides you into your chair, not across from him, right there, knees almost touching.
You’ve had so many conversations but now it’s real, he’s not a “kneel at my feet” role player that has watched 50 Shades too many times. He gets it, you are a real person, he wants to know you, engage not just your body, but your mind. As you talk you continue to move closer and closer, imperceptibly at first, but now your knees are touching, you ache to do some of the things you have talked about, will he be what you need, will he ask, will he direct, will he punish, will he reward. The conversation starts to turn to wants, needs, desires, territory you’ve covered before at some level, but he’s asking you now do you want to comply, are you interested in submitting to him, you are, you ache for his touch, for his control.
He still has been the perfect gentlemen, and he asks “do you want to submit”, yes it’s a first date, but it is not, you have been chatting too long, gone through too many batteries, you try to say “yes please”, but your voice cracks, but he understands. His first instructions, rise up and go to the bathroom and remove your bra and panties and bring them back to him at the table. You can’t get up quick enough, you want to please, you want to make him smile, you want to make him hard, your hands are shaking with anticipation and excitement. You ask “anything else sir”, knowing well that there may be more.
He tells you that if you come back with your panties in your purse then you are telling him that you have enjoyed the evening but feel the need to stop it now, with the promise of another date. If your panties are in your hand, but where they can be seen by others then he is going to touch you at the table and then take you home where you will be his for the first time….or you can bring them back in your mouth, telling him you can’t wait, you need his full attention now.
Freshen up, new lipstick and back to the table, when you arrive he puts you back in your seat and waits, you show him your purse, empty, and your hands, empty, you see the fire in his eyes, and feel his hand work up your side, under your breasts, across your nipple then circling it, your nipples grow stiff to his touch, he works his way down and you open your legs to him, your skirt sliding up, you feel experienced hands work their way up your thighs, you know he feels your heat, then he slides first one, then two fingers in and your entire body lights up with desire for him, his touch is firm, but soft, his hands big, but no pain, he knows how to touch you, he knows what you want and what you need. He leans in to kiss you, but he knows first what he needs. He put his fingers to your mouth and you open it to let him have your panties, which he slides into his jacket pocket. Then he leans in for a deep little kiss, tongue to tongue, you can feel his heat, and you ask if you can feel his cock, you know that’s what he likes you to call it, “his cock”, and he of course allows and you run your hand up his thigh and feel him hardening, swelling to your touch, and you think that is a very nice cock.
Then he pulls away, slowly, his hand lingering on your inner thigh, and he gives your nipple a wonderful squeeze, he knows you like pain, are cleansed by it, what did the Marquis de Sade say, “sex without pain is like food without taste”, he knows you need tender affection, but you also need to be handled by a man, hair pulled, ass squeezed, nipple clamps, ass paddled, you have shared some of your kink, not all, but some, and he assures you he wants to know it all, give you it all, bruises, belt marks, hand prints, bite marks…
He tells you he wants to feel you now, he wants to feel that soft mouth on him, and that hard bottom against him. “Go now to the men’s restroom, walk in and go into a stall and wait for me, do not sit, just lean back against the door so I can see your feet”. You would normally be freaking out about walking into a really nice restaurants men’s room, but he has freed you of the need to make any decisions, or have any regrets, you will do as you are told and he will protect you, he’s told you this many times. 
You walk in and there are two other men but you don’t see them, you walk into the stall, breathing hard, and put your back against the door, and you wait, an hour…hardly, maybe a minute or two, but you are on shaky legs, then you feel him push against the door “open lover” and you do, and he takes you in a rush, grabbing you by the hair and kissing you deep and hard, and then pressing you down to his hard cock, you fumble opening the zipper and it literally jumps out at you and with his hand in your hair he guides you to it, big, long, thick, you struggle to take it all in and you do, but he doesn’t let you keep it, doesn’t reward you for being a good submissive, a good little girl, he again pulls you by the hair off it and you realize he only wanted it wet with you saliva, he stands you and pushes you against the door, your legs askew as he pulls up your skirt bearing your bottom to him, he bends you forward and you feel his hard cock wet with your own juices, he is so tall he has to bend his knees to get his cock to your level and you feel his strength as he lifts you with his hands and his cock, he gives you the crown first but you want it all and you lean back to him to get it, it slowly finds you, a little bit at time, he’s rough, but he knows not to hurt you here, so he slowly gently grinds it in, and then he hits bottom and then the animal, the Dominant he is takes over, once, twice, thirty times, he’s been mind fucking you for weeks and now he’s pouring that big cock into you over and over then you cum, hard, mind shattering, weeks of foreplay and he took you right over the edge at 100 mph.
But he didn’t, he’s standing there with that big hard cock and you realize you still have work to do, so after catching your breath you turn and ask if he wants you to finish him and he says “yes, but not here, not now, you are mine for the night, clean it with your mouth and let’s go home you need to spend some time bound”.
The bills is already paid and another couple is at your table as you walk by them holding his hand trailing along behind, time to go home and take care of your new Dom.
If you enjoy my writing and want to get acquainted drop me a note, I’m not finding many real people on the site and would love to chat. My name is J, like Jay but just the initial.

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