I’ve always been horny to dominate a man. To be his mistress, for whom he must do everything I ask of him. On the internet, I managed to find such a guy who wanted to be abused by me as a slave. Then I rode him off to orgasm.

We only knew each other from the net,from numerous e-mails and long chat nights on IRC, when he told me that he wanted to do a tour in the summer instead of a holiday in Germany to visit his various mail partners. The tension rose in me, because although I knew through his mails some of his most intimate desires, I could not be sure what kind of guy was there to stop by and spend a few days with me. Basically, there is no difference to real life. If you are one of the few women on the net, then unfortunately not everything is easy and you do not always get what you want, but it is always a good deal of caution. What calmed me down a bit with regard to the upcoming visit was the fact that he had turned out to be submissive to me and hoped to be at least partially “abused” by me as a slave. Of course, you can easily pretend to do so with Mail and IRC, but it matched and sounded very honest and submissive, so I believed him since he gave me the channel-op and took it away himself.

I greet my mistress, “he said, kissing my hand gently

It was approaching the day when he was supposed to arrive at my place of residence. Probably we were both equally nervous, if it would also “spark” a bit. We had exchanged gifs for a long time, but life and color is always something else. Since he had wished to greet me as his mistress, I had given myself some thoughts and made up small scenes in the hope that they would correspond as possible with what he desired and hoped for. Of course, to a certain extent. He should still have to suffer! After all, we recognized each other as he hopped from the compartment onto the platform at the station after a sufficiently long journey in a full and warm train. We looked each other in the eye, and I almost saw a plea that told me I could do with him what I wanted. And I got warmer and wetter between my legs and an almost mean grin spread on my lips. “I greet my mistress,” he said, gently kissing my hand. I did not want to kneel down in the middle of the platform. *Not yet. We agreed to put our luggage in a locker first and spend the summer afternoon in the city. Actually, the afternoon was already almost over and it was early evening, so we decided to go out to eat. It also fits in perfectly with my plans. Sometimes you just have to help fate.

“I assume you have nothing against Mexican?” I asked almost casually. “Actually, I would really like Chinese …” he began carelessly until he noticed my stern look. He did not get pale, but you could already see the terror on his face. “Let’s go to the Mexicans!” he stammered concerned and I smiled satisfied. First point for me, then. I simply had a craving for spare ribs, because you have to eat with your fingers and then lick it with relish. My counterpart should now have something of it. The food went so far quite peacefully, you have a lot to tell, if you previously talked only by mail. I always find it exciting to see and hear someone talking, because then the next mails seem much livelier. We talked and, as there was some sort of quiet bargain between us, I began to stroke his hands, gently and carefully, first with my fingertips, then with my fingernails I ran over his skin and up my forearm. “I’d like to go home now I think .. I’ve also made enough drinks, so how is it?” And again the same mistake, he tries to put his own idea about the course of the evening. Only this time I drilled my fingernails very slow and soulful in his forearm until he moaned in surprise and excitement, while I considered what punishment would be appropriate.

I only got wet as he was in pain and excitement

When he had calmed down halfway we paid and left. I still begrudge myself the fun to chase him along with his luggage (well, men never have so much ;-)) to the light rail and he gave me a hollered “For you ALWAYS, mistress!”. Arriving home, I briefly showed him my small, rather unspectacular apartment. After the sightseeing tour I turned to him and asked how to greet his mistress, after we could not do that on the platform. Obediently he sank to his knees and kissed my feet. Then he looked up at me again, awaiting further orders, and out of his eyes spoke pure submission at that moment. I stared at him, shoving my foot between his knees and shoving her slightly apart. Then I took off my shoe and stroked gently from his knee along the inside of his thigh between his legs, where I could already feel a lot of activity even with my foot.

I stroked his hair, then grabbed him harder and pulled him to kiss him, more precisely to lick his closed lips, because I had not allowed him more in our mails until now. And after a few seconds it had also happened to his control and I felt his tongue penetrate into my mouth. Immediately I pulled him by his hair away from me, let her go and got out to a slap. I only got wet as he moaned with pain and excitement. Nevertheless, he obviously did not have enough, because despite my exhortation, not to move, he grasped the next kiss with both hands on the thighs. I pulled him onto my futon, ordered him to kneel and put his hands behind his back. Then I closed the cuffs around his joints before he realized what was happening to him. I saw the horror and the pleasure in his eyes and I enjoyed it.

Mistress, I think I am a good slave

Playfully and without haste, I took off my clothes, made myself comfortable outside of his already limited range and began to stroke me. I started to take my breasts in my hands and kneaded and squeezed my nipples, which were quite stiff. Only then did I open my legs and slide my fingers between them. My fingers disappeared between my shaved labia when I first stroked my clit and finally pushed one, then two fingers in my meanwhile completely wet pussy. I closed my eyes and heard him softly at first, then moaning louder. By now he had to be pretty tight and uncomfortable in his jeans. But he deserved this punishment! He began to beg, promising to be a good slave for the rest of the day, to fulfill all my wishes and to take over the kitchen service. It made me think that I had brought him so far!

Only when he had begged enough did I have pity, helped him to lie down (yes, ON the hands tied behind his back!) And took off his jeans. I was too horny to resist his slender body and his firm butt longer, but I did not want to let him know that too fast. That’s why I tormented him once more to leave him in the dark as to how far I would go with him that first night. I pushed up his T-shirt, circling his nipples with fingertips for a long time, then crossed over and gently rolled her between my fingers and squeezed lightly. Then I stroked his legs, from the knees upwards, sliding slowly from outside to inside. That he had been hard for a long time was not to be overlooked by the slip I had left him for the time being.

“Please, Mistress, follow me with what you want, but take ME now,” he pleaded. He could barely stay still because the desire to relieve himself grew bigger and bigger. Who could say no to that? I did not release him from his handcuffs but from the disturbing slip, sat on him and rode him. I alone set the rhythm and he had no chance but to adapt. I felt that he was almost ready and began to stroke my clitoris so that we came almost simultaneously. I untied his shackles, we snuggled together and I kissed him long and tenderly. “Did you imagine that with me?” I asked. “My idea is not important,” he replied. “You decide how you want to use me.” And I hugged him for a long time.