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New Beginnings by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) M/F fdom


He rang the doorbell, feeling slightly nervous as he 
waited for her to answer.  They had met a few weeks 
ago, after months of exchanging emails.  Yeah, meeting 
people off of the computer was kind of corny, and even 
dangerous, but she had made it feel safe, and still 
kept the thrill alive.

Via the computer screen, they had talked about 
everything from their jobs to families, and of course, 
more intimate details, like sexual proclivities: 
things they enjoyed, things they wanted to try, and 
things that they would never consent to.  They had 
swapped photos, and he thought she was cute.  Then 
they had set up the first meeting.

Brunch.  Always non-threatening.  In a very public 
location, convenient to both of them.  So they could 
meet and then go their separate ways.

It had gone swimmingly well, from both of their 
perspectives.  She was delighted to find that he was 
interesting and had a sense of humor.  He was amazed 
to discover that they had even more interests in 
common than he had thought.  They had parted after 
about two hours of light conversation, and each had 
much to think about.

He had been caught slightly off guard by her 
appearance.  She looked so innocent, and had a 
mischievous glint in her warm brown eyes from time to 
time like a little kid who was doing something they 
thought just a tad bit dangerous, but did it anyway, 
just for the excitement.  If he hadn't read some of 
what she had written to him, he would NEVER have 
guessed that her sensuality ran so deep.

She was similarly off balance at the first meeting.  
He was so...cute!  He smiled frequently, and she loved 
the way he talked...sort of slowly and deliberately, 
never really rushing his sentences.  He would often 
tent his fingers together in front of him as he 
talked, and she noticed that they were long and well- 
formed.  She almost blushed when she thought about 
what the saying was about a man with large hands!  And 
on more than one occasion, she wondered what it would 
feel like if those fingers were caressing her body.

However, neither of them really wanted to rush things.  
So they went their separate ways after a hug and a 
kiss on the cheek.

Their emails continued, and she found herself 
describing to him various fantasies that she had, from 
the romantic to the wickedly kinky.  He wondered why 
she was still unattached.  What was wrong with her, he 
asked himself.  She was smart, educated, funny, 
practical, exuberant, companionable, and sexy as hell.  
What he didn't know was that she was not willing to 
settle for less than a soulmate.  THAT was why she was 
still single.

They met a couple more times, out in public, and then 
she suggested that he just come over to her apartment.  
She said it so casually, that he wondered if she knew 
how his stomach, and other parts, jumped when she 
suggested it.  They had rented a movie and ordered 
pizza, snuggling on the large sofa in her living room.  
He had finally gotten the chance to kiss her, and it 
was everything he had hoped it would be.  Her lips 
were soft, and her tongue flickered against his as 
they tasted and licked each other.  One thing had 
naturally led to another, and they ended up making 
love right there on the living room floor.  He had 
suggested moving to the bedroom, but she had simply 
smiled up at him, and pulled him to the carpet.  

They had licked, nibbled, and sucked each other until 
they couldn't take anymore, and while she was on her 
back, he had entered her slowly.  They had both sighed 
as he slid fully inside her wetness, and once he had 
completely impaled her, they shared a long wet kiss.  
The actual act took about 15 minutes, but they had 
both been so worked up by the extended foreplay, that 
they were exhausted by the time he finally climaxed 
inside her and collapsed on top of her, kissing 
gently.

And now was the second time he was coming over to her 
place.  She had suggested it, and when she had, she 
had a tone in her voice that make him twitch just 
listening to her voice on the phone.

He heard her coming down the steps, and cleared his 
throat, but nothing had really prepared him for the 
sight that greeted him.

Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, being 
pulled from her face with a dark headband.  She was 
clad in a black semi-sheer robe that came to just 
above her knees, and was belted around her waist.  
They stood eye to eye, and he maybe even looked up an 
inch or so, as she had on two or three inch black 
heeled shoes, with her legs encased in dark stockings.  
If he had any doubt as to what she had in mind for 
this evening, it was GONE!

She smiled at him, and he leaned closer to kiss her.  
As he did, he smelled her scent.  Vanilla.  His 
favorite.  He wrapped his arms around her and could 
feel that she definitely had no bra on, and he 
wondered if she was wearing any panties.

As their tongues caressed each other's, her hands 
wandered down his back and over his jeans, feeling his 
tight bottom.  He was making her wet already, and she 
wondered if he realized that.  

Finally, she broke the kiss and said only two words, 
"Upstairs.  Now."  And she stepped aside and let him 
precede her up the carpeted steps to her apartment.

He walked in, going directly through the kitchen, and 
pulling aside the curtain to enter the dining room.  
He was assailed by various aromas, and saw the 
flickering candles everywhere.  He heard her close the 
door behind him, and she quickly was in the room with 
him.

"Do you like?" she asked, smiling at him.

He smiled back at her.  She had once confessed to him 
that she had a fondness for candles and candlelight, 
but this was his first chance to see it in action.
 "You look beautiful," he told her, "and the candles 
aren't bad either!"

She laughed throatily and took his hand, leading him 
into the living room, where more candles glowed, 
lighting the room with an aura of glamour.  She took 
him over by the sofa, and then stopped suddenly, 
turning so that she was in his arms.

He knew what she expected, and he kissed her.  Long 
and deeply.  He worked his way down her neck, licking 
and biting lightly.  He zeroed in on the pulse on the 
side of her neck and flicked his tongue back and forth 
over it quickly, feeling her squirm and enjoying her 
reaction.

She let him have his way for a few minutes, mostly 
because he felt damn good, but then she recalled what 
she had planned for this evening.  She pulled away 
from him, and he looked at her quizzically.

She smiled, and told him, "Tonight is the first of 
what I hope will be many new experiences for you.  You 
know what we have talked about before...how you 
yearned to try something slightly kinky?  Well, 
tonight we begin.  Now, I want you to understand 
something.  I have no intention of hurting you or 
doing anything that you won't enjoy.  However, when 
you indulge in something....exotic, you should always 
have a 'safeword'.  If you utter the safeword, all 
play will stop, and we will talk about what happened.  
Ok?"

He nodded, feeling nervous but already aroused at the 
thought of what might happen.

"Your safeword is 'mustard'.  No one says mustard in 
the middle of sex, so that will work.  Are you ok with 
that?"

He nodded again.  And he replied, "Yes, Miss."  He 
knew what she wanted to be called for tonight.  She 
had told him in a million different ways that she 
wanted to be referred to that way when she was domme. 
And he was smart enough to know that tonight would be 
played exactly as she wanted.  He was just along for 
the ride.   Which was perfect for him.

Again, she smiled at him.  "Good, my sweet.  I see 
that we understand each other.  I knew we would.  And 
now, your first task of the evening is to strip for 
me.  I want to look at you."  She stepped a few feet 
away and just stared at him.

He inhaled deeply, feeling like a piece of meat, which 
was strangely exciting.  He unbuttoned his shirt and 
pulled it off, placing it on the chair that was next 
to him.  He kicked off his shoes, and unsnapped his 
jeans.

"Ah, ah, ahhh...." she admonished him.  He stopped and 
looked at her.  Oh, she was going to have such fun 
tonight, she exulted inside.  "Your socks?"

He smiled and sat on the chair and pulled off his 
socks.  Then, returning to his feet, he unzipped his 
fly and in one motion, pushed his underwear and pants 
to his ankles.  He was semi-hard already, and he swore 
that he could feel her eyes examine his cock.  He 
pulled off his pants and placed them on the chair with 
his other garments.  He finally took a deep breath, 
and stood up straight, meeting her eyes.

She was delighted, although she tried not to show it 
to him.  He was made perfectly, and his manhood was 
already starting to get aroused.  His little nipples 
were circled with dark hair, and her mouth watered at 
the idea of biting them into hardness.  Still, she 
maintained her composure and commanded,
"Turn.  Slowly."

She watched as he did, and she stopped him when he was 
facing the opposite way.
 

He looked at the curtains as she told him to stop, and 
he thought he could feel her gaze burning into his 
ass.  Then she was there, behind him.  Running her 
hand down his back, lightly grazing him with her 
trimmed fingernails.  All the way down to his bottom, 
and cupping it in her hand.  She leaned forward and 
licked his earlobe, and he shuddered.  As she flicked 
her tongue in and out of his ear she whispered to him 
about how delicious he looked, and how much she was 
going to enjoy him this evening.  She punctuated the 
statement by lightly but firmly biting the muscle 
where his neck and shoulder met.  And then she was 
gone.  He knew better than to turn around or even 
glance over his shoulder.

After what seemed like five minutes to him, but was 
probably only thirty seconds, her voice came from back 
across the room.  "Turn.  Again.  Slowly."

So he did.  Feeling slightly humiliated, but knowing 
that the sensation was something that he was enjoying.  
As he turned and saw her standing there, his jaw 
dropped.

She had lost the robe, and was wearing a black semi-
sheer negligee.  He could just barely glimpse her pale 
skin through the fabric, and it dropped to about mid-
thigh.  It was some sort of light material, which 
flowed down her body, skimming her ample curves, but 
the bodice was tight to her breasts, accentuating 
their fullness.

She smiled as she saw the slightly stunned look in his 
eyes as he beheld her in her glory.  She had worn this 
specifically because she knew his weakness for 
lingerie.  Her eyes widened as she watched his cock 
twitch and grow harder before her.  Still, he didn't 
touch it, or try to move.  She was pleased with his 
self-control.

She addressed him again.  "Now, my sweet, I want you 
to go into the bedroom and get my toy basket.  I don't 
want you to look inside it, though.  Just bring it 
back to me."

He did as she asked, walking quickly into the next 
room.  There were MORE candles in the bedroom, but 
only two.  They flickered, sending shadows across the 
alabaster walls, and he looked at the bed briefly.  It 
was made up with a cheery yellow bedspread, and about 
ten pillows mounded on top of it. He smiled, thinking 
that he could picture her all curled up, asleep with a 
flush on her cheeks.  He heard a sound from the living 
room and snapped back to the present.  He saw the 
basket over in the corner and picked it up.

As he walked back into the living room, he saw that 
she had seated herself on the large sofa.  Right smack 
in the center of it, in fact.  And she smiled at him, 
extending her hand.

"Thank you, sweet.  Now, please, just kneel right here 
before me," as she pointed at a spot on the carpet.  

He did so quickly, leaning back on his heels as he 
looked at her gloriousness directly in front of him.  
He watched as she reached into the basket and withdrew 
something orange and black, but he didn't really 
notice what it was.

She smiled.  "Are you having fun, pet?"  As he nodded 
at her, she continued, "I am too.  Tonight I want you 
to enjoy yourself.  BUT... I want you to enjoy ME 
too."  He watched her gaze travel south to his semi-
hard cock.  He saw her hand reach out and delicately 
touch the head.  And they both saw it twitch and grow 
a little bit at her touch.  "And I certainly want to 
enjoy you!" she added with emphasis.

She moved to the edge of the sofa, spreading her legs 
around him.  He could see the garters from her 
stockings, and he wondered how they felt to the touch.  
He gazed at her legs, trying to see through the 
interfering layers of cloth to her pussy.  Wanting to 
know if she was wearing matching panties.

She reached a hand out and cupped his chin, so that he 
was looking into her eyes.  She smiled as she saw that 
his pupils were dilated.  That meant he was excited.  
Good.  She took his right hand and pulled it to her 
breast, cupping it around the pillowy flesh, feeling 
his fingers kneading into her and his palm against her 
quickly hardening nipple.  And she reached for his 
other hand, bringing it to the other tit, where he 
quickly set about massaging that one as well.  She 
could feel the moisture between her legs. Damn, she 
was aroused!

As he touched her and traced the outline of her 
bodice, he licked his lips.  He wanted to lick her.  
He wanted to run his tongue over her generous curves, 
and pull her erect nipples into his mouth and suck 
them.  But he knew better than to ask.  She was in 
control here, and he knew it.  They both wanted it 
that way.  This time.

She reached out and began to trace the outline of his 
nipples as well.  He felt an electric zing run through 
him as she lightly pinched then simultaneously, and he 
glanced down and saw that his cock was fully erect and 
standing straight out, pointing at her.  He sighed, 
and he wished with all of his might that she would 
reach down and touch it again.  But she didn't.  
Instead, she withdrew her hands from his body 
altogether and placed them over his as he caressed 
her.  He smiled at her, and then looked as she pulled 
the bodice of her negligee down, exposing the pale 
globes to his hungry gaze.  He leaned his head 
forward, only to stop as she quickly pulled his hair 
to stop him.

"No, sweet.  You may not.  You didn't ask permission."  
She looked at him with a serious expression on her 
face.  This was important.  He needed to understand 
that he only touched her, or himself, when SHE wanted 
him to.  He needed to know that her will was in 
control.  

"Please Miss, may I lick your beautiful breasts?  
Please...let me suck your nipples.  Allow me to 
worship them as you deserve," he begged eloquently and 
earnestly, looking deep into her molten brown eyes.

She smiled, and said one word.  "No."

He stopped suddenly.  This wasn't what was supposed to 
happen.  He begged and she let him.  That was how it 
was supposed to work.  

She could see the confusion on his face.  Ahhh, she 
thought to herself, now he is feeling truly out of 
control.  THAT was the feeling she wanted him to 
experience.  This wasn't just a script.  These power 
games weren't fun if you knew what was coming next.  
She was glad that he didn't know just how badly she 
wanted to feel his mouth on her tits. 

Instead, she pulled the skirt of her negligee to her 
waist, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy to his eyes.  
She had forgone the panties, knowing that she wouldn't 
want to waste the time dealing with them.  The black 
garters ran up her thighs, and framed the red lips 
that were glistening with moistness.

Her hands touched the back of his neck, and she pulled 
her legs up on the sofa at the same time, showing him 
the inner lips that were already swollen with desire.  
She pulled him forward, and gave one command.  "Lick, 
pet."

And he did, bending down and running his tongue up the 
fragrant and tasty slit before him.  He rested his 
hands on her soft thighs and enthusiastically licked 
the wetness from her inflamed cunt.  She moaned 
loudly, and he found her clit and ran his agile tongue 
over it, coaxing a louder groan from her mouth.  He 
licked and sucked and ate her mindlessly, loving the 
taste and scent that was emanating from deep inside 
her.  He reached down and started to stroke his aching 
cock, but the moment he touched himself, he felt her 
hand pull his head away from her.

She sternly looked down at his face, seeing the lower 
half shining with her juices, and reprimanded him, 
although what she really wanted to do was let him lick 
her to three or four orgasms.  "I didn't tell you to 
jerk off, did I, pet?"  She paused.  When he didn't 
answer her, she repeated the question a little more 
forcefully.

"Nnoo, Miss, you didn't.  I'm sorry.  Please...let me 
make it up to you," he told her earnestly.

She laughed, a slightly evil laugh, and said, 
"Oh...you will, pet.  You will.  But for now....give 
me your hands, please."

As he extended his hands towards her, she smiled, and 
changed her mind.  "No.  I think you need to stand 
up."

He did so, wondering what she had in mind.  

"Now, sweet...hands behind your back, and turn 
around," she told him.

He did so, understanding exactly where she was going 
with this now.  He felt a soft material twine itself 
over and around each wrist, binding them together 
firmly, but not causing him any pain.  Her hands left 
him, and he jumped as she slapped him sharply, but not 
very hard, across his buttocks.  He heard her laugh.  
"Now, turn back around, please," she commanded him.

He did so, and as he did, he looked down at her face 
and watched her extend her tongue and lave it across 
the head of his aching cock.  It was like he was 
struck by a bolt of lightning, and he moaned.  She 
smiled up at him as she licked him, and he wondered 
what she had in mind next.

She sat back, and spread her legs again, tapping her 
inner thigh.  "I think we were right about here, 
weren't we, my sweet?" she asked him with a devilishly 
teasing tone in her voice.

He lowered himself to his knees carefully, and leaned 
back in to lick her pussy.  She tilted her pelvis up a 
little more, and he thrust his tongue inside her, 
reveling in the moan he heard from her mouth.  He ate 
her with abandon, running his tongue from the top of 
her clit past her pussy, and touching her tiny 
rosebud.  He concentrated on giving her a climax that 
she would remember forever.  

Her moans grew in volume as he licked her.  He would 
thrust his tongue in and out of her quickly, and then 
start sucking her clit.  Then he would swirl his 
tongue over her nether portal, making her squeal.  
Damn, he was GOOD!  And she loved it.  She knew that 
if she took his hands away he would make it even 
better.

Finally, every muscle in her body tensed, and she 
almost screamed as she orgasmed on his tongue.  His 
licked gently over her clit to extend her climax, and 
was rewarded as her hips bucked toward him time and 
time again.  He continued licking her, feeling small 
aftershocks ripple through her.  

She relaxed, feeling his mouth continue to caress her, 
revelling in the afterglow of that incredible orgasm.  
As he thrust his tongue inside her wetness, she felt 
her passion begin to grow again.  She squirmed and 
moaned, and eventually pulled him away from her.  She 
exulted at the dazed look on his face.  He must have 
enjoyed it as much as she did, she thought to herself, 
as she swooped down and kissed him deeply, tasting 
herself on him.

They both moaned at the kiss, and he jumped as her 
hand suddenly grasped his throbbing cock.  He pulled 
away from her.  "No, Miss.  Please..." he looked at 
her, and as he saw her face freeze, he rushed to 
explain himself.  "If you touch me... I think I might 
explode."  And he relaxed as he saw her smile.

He was just SO precious to her.  That licking her to 
that incredible climax would make him so hard that he 
was afraid he would come was amazing to her.  She 
decided to reward him.

'Move back, sweet," she told him, as she slid off the 
couch to kneel in front of him.  She touched his cock 
again.  She squeezed it gently, and then turned and 
leaned over the sofa, presenting her voluptuous bottom 
to him.  She spread her legs and then reached back and 
pulled his cock toward her.  "Here, pet.  I want you 
inside me.  Now."  And she guided him inside her 
incredibly hot and wet pussy.

He groaned and thrust himself into her in one stroke.  
Jesus she felt incredible around him.  He wanted to 
keep himself in there forever.  He wanted to make her 
scream with pleasure.  He wanted to feel her contract 
around him in orgasm.

And so, he began thrusting in and out of her 
moistness.  Slowly withdrawing, and then, when just 
the tip was inside her, slamming it back in.  Over and 
over.  He could see his prick glistening with her 
juices, and every time he stroked into her, he groaned 
at the clasping heat of her.  He wished he could grab 
her hips and really hold on to her, but his hands were 
still helplessly bound behind his back.

She was delirious with the feeling of him inside her.  
She thought she could feel the throbbing of him as he 
reached deep inside her pussy.  And every stroke of 
his made his cock rub against that special spot inside 
her, driving her closer to a complete meltdown.  She 
wanted more.  "Faster, sweet.  Faster," she told him 
between pants.  

He knew he wasn't going to last very long this way.  
He hoped that she would at least come once more before 
he exploded inside her.  He built up the pace, driving 
into her quickly over and over again.  He felt her 
fingernails against his balls, and he realized she was 
touching her clit.  He moaned at the thought.   
"Please....  Miss.... I am about to come....  
Please.....Let me come..." he begged her as he drew 
ever closer to a complete meltdown.  

She smiled, and she looked over her shoulder at his 
flushed face.  "Yes, sweet.  Come.  Come inside me.  
Let me feel you...."  And she pressed hard on her joy 
button and felt her own orgasm start.

He heard her words, and then felt the walls of her 
pussy constrict around him.  Her scream of joy was 
echoed by his as he felt his balls explode and the 
come race through his pulsing cock.  Her contractions 
milked him as he shot spurt after spurt of molten lust 
deep inside her throbbing walls.  

Finally, they both started to regain their normal 
breathing, and he pulled his softening prick out of 
her.  She turned and pulled his face to hers, so they
could share a deep kiss.  

They smiled at each other as she reached around and 
untied his wrists.  He shook them out to regain the 
feeling in his arms, and then took one hand and
pulled her hair gently so her head tilted up.

He growled against her throat as he bit her gently.  
"Wait until next time, love.  You just wait..."  And 
he felt the shiver that ran through her body.
