One and Only Edited version Chapter One I Dream Of Him

One and Only Edited version Chapter One I Dream Of Him

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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This little kitten is having some very dark dreams. Who is this mystery man that whips her and chains her? Why does he haunt her so...?

Summary

This little kitten is having some very dark dreams. Who is this mystery man that whips her and chains her? Why does he haunt her so...?

Chapter1 (v.1) - One and Only Edited version Chapter One I Dream Of Him

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This little kitten is having some very dark dreams. Who is this mystery man that whips her and chains her? Why does he haunt her so...?

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Submitted: March 12, 2015

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The leather cuffs are clasped tight digging into my wrists, as I squirm before my Master. Looking down, the red leather collar pulls at my neck. I see the wonderful red stripes from the riding crop across my thighs. Perfectly  measured to cause swelling red and white welts. “You have been such a naughty kitten. Haven’t you.” I know exactly why I’m being punished. He knows I purposely did it too.. Tonight is going to be far more intense than all the others… The crop makes contact once more, the searing pain lifts through my body. I wince, taking a sharp breath in through my teeth. The sweat drips down my nose, as the tears well up. “Forgive me Master” I breathe. “Please, please forgive me” Slap! His hand brands red finger marks across my cheek
 
Heart pounding I wake up in fright. “Fuck!” I reach to soothe my cheek. I’m having those dreams again… Who is he? and why on earth am I dreaming these dark fantasies? There is something not right with me!
 Turning on the side lamp, the beige walls of my hotel warm to the light. I see the blankets have been thrown off the bed and the crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets are soaked with sweat. I must have thrashed around for a while this time. The dreams seem so real.. HE seems so close..?
 I look at the time, still shaky. My body is warm with arousal, it prickles from the heat of excitement, full of adrenaline but, there’s more. There’s another underlying feeling. I can feel the longing in my body, it runs through my veins. God I want that feeling HE gives me, it’s so delicious I almost can’t bring myself to realise it.
 
5am. No chance of slipping off into slumber now. I may as well get up. Lap top open I sign into a dating site. Lord knows why? I mean these sites are full of perves, fuckwits and emotionally needy females. I wouldn’t consider myself any of these… Well… a little needy perhaps
 My profile is strictly friends only. NO sexual meetings.. My eyes scour the lines of emails left for me. It’s always a little ego boost to see that there are 17 new emails, from prospective suitors. None ever really cut the mustard though. They either have zilch conversational skills or have ignored the No Sex part of my profile. Some have even offered money for sex. The blocked list is long indeed.  First cuppa down and thankfully my body is finally succumbing to the realisation that, it was merely a dream in my fucked up minds deepest darkest recesses..
 
My sexlife is non-existent. I imagine the dreams are just a way for my body to release. All talk no do I suppose. It’s not that I’m ugly, I’m not. I could lose five kilos and take more time doing my hair. However I have smooth olive skin and shapely legs. My arse is admired by Him, each and every dream. His blue grey eyes follow it as I dance for him. I always end up naked with him behind me. Strong callused hands stroking me gently before smack, smack, smack! He spanks me fast and hard, much like He fucks. Oh but, the spanking is what swells my cunt for him and he knows it..
 
One of the profiles catch my eye. It’s a little different to the rest..
 

Experienced dominant looking to help bring desires to life

I am a young professional male who has experience in dominant/submissive sexual acts. Trained by an experienced mistress. I am a seeking lady who wishes to expand her horizons. Any experience level from full D/s lifestyles to those who have read 50 shades and thought they would like to try something new. 

I am a naturally dominant person who is Professional and Discreet. I find it arousing to bring others’ fantasies to life. I have seen many things and nothing surprises or scares me so don't be afraid to let me know something you wish to try. The deeper and darker the better..
 
I want to know you inside and out. Bring the best and worst out of you with every spanking.
 Where are you my pet? Are you still running from those deep dark desires? Your Master is waiting. He wants to open you up like a rose… Then jam his Cock into you..
 
Squinting at the last line. I know I should find his wording vulgar but, there is something so familiar to that line. I’m sure I’ve read it before. Probably in one of the many erotic novels, that sit in my bookshelves. In fact that’s probably what all this fuss is about. Just flashbacks of the Crossfire series or something.. Sipping the last of my tea at the tiny round table. I slip into a long hot shower, removing all thoughts from the night and relaxing my exhausted body and soul. My day of work goes past in a blur of daydreams. Home, sexually exhausted I am ready to sleep by 7pm. Tucked in bed I slip straight into His dream arms once more
 
“You my pet will learn to obey whether you like it or not.” Speaking quietly in my ear, He never raises his voice, rather He purrs. Tightening His hand around my collared neck, I feel his breath moisten my skin, as he glides his hard cock into me. Gently and slowly His cock forces my pussy to relent and swallow Him. My wrists are shackled, attached to my ankles. My body is locked in position. My face to my knees. His other hand is gripping my beautiful red arse, as he enters me.  My arse still stings with heat from the paddle used to administer my punishment. I’m being punished again? Why does this feel so good? His speed increases each stroke and I’m fucked progressively faster. I feel my pussy muscles start to clench around Him, my cunt is starting to milk Him. I want his hot cum so bad. I want him to fill me with his seed until it drips down my thighs in dirty white lines across my skin. I’m a slut, His slut. His slut for the taking. Anticipating my end, He withdraws abruptly before I can cum. My mind instantly slips under a wave of depression. I am not allowed the satisfaction of coming. Master is not happy with me..
 
5am. Awake again. My breath fast and heavy. He has visited me. My cunt is swollen and ready. I slip my cold fingers down to calm the throbbing. Wet and hungry my ladyparts are desperate for release. Using the dribble already emerging from my vagina, I slowly I circle my clitoris. Responding instantly my body builds towards orgasm. Muscles clenching I slide a finger in as deep as I can, pressing hard on my G spot. Waves crash over me as I let out a guttural moan.  How do You do this to me every time? How does this mystery man manage to get my blood to boil without even having met me? And what is with me ALWAYS getting smashed for misbehaving? I’ve never experienced anything like it. It’s so mixed. I’m devastated for upsetting Him and causing his pain, yet excited as hell to know that He will be dragging me kicking and screaming into submission. In my dreams I am besotted with him. He can do anything and everything to me. I totally trust and believe He does it all because He loves his, his….Pet? How on earth am I going to continue through my work day today? I make a conscious decision to remove Him from my thoughts today.
 Work carries on as usual. I find myself looking up to see if it is Him coming out of the elevator by chance. Then catch myself. I’m a fucking weirdo.. No more of this!
 
Eleven at night. Two glasses of Rose has me lightheaded and merry. I’ve been carrying seven conversations, emailing back and forth online with, a bunch of men I know, again will simply not satisfy my hunger. My needs are deeper and darker than even I am willing to admit. My body’s wants are screaming loudly and the dreams are becoming more and more graphic. He is a redhead. This isn’t surprising. I love a MC1R gene. They’re like beacons. Sexy fair skinned vampires. All perverted, fiery and hiding considerable, durable penises.
 The dutch courage and curiosity has subsequently killed this kitty’s nerves. Clicking on the search, I find Big Bens’ profile once more and type out an email to him.
 
“Hi There, I’m Charlie. I have never experienced anything like you described but, would really like to try it out? If you would be interested in someone so new and inexperienced. Perhaps we could meet?”
 
No sooner had I sent the message. My screen blinks red over the little envelope icon. My heart skips a beat with anticipation. It's from Ben.
 
“Charlie. How nice to hear from you. You are a very attractive woman and I would be interested in meeting you in person. Would lunch suit you for a first meeting?”
 
Gosh he is forward. I was expecting a bit more chatter. toing and froing sort of stuff. I’ve never met anyone off this god awful site so have no idea what to expect or even what the protocol is.
 What the hell, why not! Bolder by the minute, given the alcohol consumption. I make a time to meet him and call in sick to work.
 
Nerves in my stomach build. I lean forward in the leather chair to stretch them out. Feeling his presence before He takes his first step towards my door. He passes my shop windows in a blur.
 I instantly recognise Him. His MC1R gene flashes bright like a beacon. No brighter than my smile for him. I knew it was you all the time I scream out in my head, as I throw my arms around him. Sheepishly pulling away at my own forwardness. His surprise soon changes to a quiet grin. He’s amused.
 The door is opened to His white BT50 and I try my very best elegant, leg up, into the massive truck. Being 5’1 it’s the least bit ladylike. Gentlemanly He kindly pretends not to notice, although enjoys the quick flash of pink lace under my dress. I am already losing my shit as I sit there waiting for the Mazda ute to move. Straight faced, He leans over to buckle me in. “safety first" He says, his eyes sparkling and turning bluer. I am already moistened by this act. As I breath, I can feel the tightness of the belt across my chest. Acutely aware of his influence on me I try to calm my breathing with self-talk. I can tell he is in his element.
 The conversation is candid and friendly. It’s like talking to an old friend. Comfortable. Even slightly sexual. His face is the one in those dreams. I can feel His hands gripping me, His teeth sinking deep into my skin, the heat of His breath sliding down my neck.. My temperature lifts until I break out into a sweat. I am hoping He thinks it’s the wine and not the inappropriate sexy thoughts I am flashing back to continuously. I resist the urge to touch Him. Even though I can feel His attraction to me. He Seems a little moved, by the fact He finds me so attractive. I don’t think He expected to feel such a pull as I do.
 Drawn to Him by an invisible pull. Strong enough, I know, to destroy me. Moth to a brilliant orange flame, I am willing to take the chance.
 
Boldly it is suggested He comes back to my place. Deep down I know what I want Him to do with me but, I am playing it cool, calm, collected. We find ourselves sitting opposite ends, on my large L shaped couch. “Come sit here” He commands me gently. I crumble. I’m not ready to be shackled and whipped. I’m cornered and scared. Like a little kitten in the back of a cupboard, meeting it’s owner for the first time. “I want you to come and sit here” He repeats. Eyes wide and fearful I curl up in a little ball. Head bowed to my knees “no” I answer squirming.
 
I look up to Him standing over me. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to show you something” I stay hiding defiantly. His warm hands take mine as He leads me to the bedroom. He sits on the bed. Stealing my hands back, I stand before Him blushing and shy. Giggling like a schoolgirl in a box of feathers. “Give me your hand” His voice soft and empathetic. I reluctantly place mine in His.
 My hand is unexpectedly lifted over his heart. It’s pounding, just the same as mine. In an instant He has me. I am totally, utterly His. He could ask for anything from me and I would swallow my fears and do it without hesitation.
 
Sinking fast, I am under my Masters’ spell. Besotted, Smitten I spill all my secrets. Pussy eaten and aching for His cock. We message and share our loves, hates, wants and dreams. My insecurities bear their ugly heads only to be quashed by His openness and honesty.
 
All I see is my Master’s happiness. It is essential to my own. I am His. 
This is what I’ve been looking for..


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