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First Encounter
by TKJE (kittyluvsdaddy@yahoo.com)

***

After several years of chatting on-line, two people with
"similar interests" finally have a chance to meet. What 
happens when they get home is anyones guess! (M-dom/F, 
reluc, oral, bd)

***

The plane was nearly two hours late.  After so very
long, they were finally going to meet in real life, or
“IRL” as they joked.  He stood, and made his way
towards the gate where the passengers would emerge
from their ordeal.  Just what had happened, he wasn’t
sure.  Something about a delay at one of the lay-over
stops.

The doors opened, and weary travelers emerged.  Some
looked dazed, others grumpy.  Mostly, they looked glad
to be home.  She emerged at the end of the throng, as
the last of the flight crew ushered everyone off with
a wave and a plastic smile.  “Bye-bye!”

She was even lovelier than he had imagined, since the
pictures they had exchanged never did her justice. 
They had “met” years earlier, in an internet chat
room.  They had teased each other, and soon found that
they enjoyed their conversations.  Soon, letters,
telephone calls and pictures were exchanged, as well
as hopes, dreams, and fantasies.  And now, finally,
this.  It was Thursday, and she would be there with
him until the following Monday.  Four days of memories
to make.

She looked around, afraid that he wouldn’t be there. 
In fact, she didn’t see him until he was at her side,
whispering “Boo!” in her ear.  She turned, smiled, and
was suddenly wrapped in his arms, their mouths eagerly
searching for each other.  “I can’t believe I’m
finally here,” she managed to gasp after several
minutes.  His eyes shone with delight as he looked
down at her.  “Let’s get your luggage and get out of
here,” he grinned.

Half an hour later, they were making their way out to
the far end of the parking lot.  Hands were clasped as
they walked in the warm Summer night, anticipating
what lay ahead for them.  

“I see you wore what I told you to,” he nodded with
approval.
She was wearing a snug blouse that accentuated her
full breasts, a long skirt, and open-toe sandals, but
no jewelry.
“Right down to the panties,” she grinned.  They were
plain white cotton.
“And did you take care of yourself on the flight?”
“About a dozen times,” she laughed.  “The stewardess
thought I was sick, they way I kept going to the
bathroom.  Right now my panties are so soaked from me
masturbating, you would think I had peed on myself!”
He laughed with her as they continued to the last
vehicle in the row.

“I thought you had a Jeep,” she smiled, watching as he
opened the back door and stowed her bags.
“I do,” he answered.  “But I have other needs and this
fits the bill, so to speak.”
“I never figured you for a ‘mini-van’ type of guy,”
she laughed.
He shrugged his shoulders.  “I know it’s not
glamorous, but what the hell.”  He winked.
Suddenly, he turned and placed both hands on her
shoulders.  “Tell me why you’re here.”
The question surprised her.  “Why…?  To be with you! 
I want to be here with you.”
“Good,” he smiled as he opened the side door.  “Get in
the back and strip.”
“What?  People will see, and…”
He cupped her chin firmly in his hand, and she
couldn’t turn her face.  His eyes burned into hers. 
“You have a choice to make.  You can either be a good
girl and do as I say, or we can turn around and go
back inside so I can put you on the next flight home.”
Tears shimmered slightly in her eyes.  That was the
last thing she wanted.  “I’ll be a good girl,” she
whispered.  “I’ll be good.”
“You certainly will.”

She climbed in, and was slightly relieved to see that
the windows were heavily tinted, so there might be
some privacy for what was in store for her.  He stood
in the doorway of the van, watching her, his eyes
glinting with delight.  She slipped out of her top and
bra, placing them on the seat.  Then the skirt and
panties came off.  The sandals remained on, at his
instruction.  He got in, and slid the door shut.

“I am thinking that after such a long flight, you
might be hungry.”

She needed no further instruction.  She knelt on the
carpeted floor and undid the top of his jeans, and
slid them down.  His boxers came next, and she could
see him growing larger, in the dim light that filtered
through the windows from the parking lot lights. 
Opening her mouth slightly, she placed her lips on the
top of his penis, and let her tongue flick lightly
across it.  He sighed at the sensation, and she
smiled.  Taking a breath, she lowered her mouth down
and formed a rigid circle with her lips around his
shaft.  Ever so slowly, she started moving her head up
and down, allowing her tongue to swirl around him as
her saliva got him wet.

“That’s my good girl,” he said softly.  The words were
music to her ears.

Emboldened, she took him further in her mouth, letting
her teeth drag slightly on his flesh.  Again, his
groan told her she was pleasing him greatly.  She
started to clasp one hand around the base of his
penis, when he stopped her.  “No hands,” he
instructed.  “Just your magnificent mouth.”  She
nodded slightly, feeling him swell further in her
mouth.  

Up and down, ever so slowly, varying the depths into
which he slid into her mouth.  Sometimes she would let
him slide forward almost to the point where her lips
were just at the edged of his helmet, and other times,
she would take him so far into her, that she felt him
at the back of her throat, ready to slide further.  It
was all she could do to suppress her gag reflex.  A
final groan told her that he was ready.  She wrapped
her lips around him as tightly as she could, and as
she tasted the warm salty eruption come into her
mouth, she swirled her tongue madly to make sure every
last drop was coaxed up and out into her waiting
mouth.  Like the good girl that she was, she swallowed
every last drop.

When he was finished and managed to catch his breath,
he placed a finger under her chin, and lifted her face
so he could look into her sparkling eyes.  “I have a
little something for you,” and with that, he snapped a
collar around her neck.  The heart shaped tag on it
bore her name.
“Thank-you,” she whispered.  She knew that as long as
she wore it, she would be his.

He shifted slightly and pulled up his jeans.  “It’s a
forty minute drive home, so we should get started.”  
She started to move, but he indicated that she was to
sit in the back, behind him on the bench seat.  As she
did, he slipped a metal dog leash from behind the
seat, between the seat and back, so that she was
sitting on it.  The leash was secured to the seat
frame behind her.  A cardboard box was opened and he
removed a pair of handcuffs.  He placed them on her
wrists, and then snapped the clasp of the leash around
the chain that held the two cuffs.  She was secured to
the seat, hands down, with the cool metal chain riding
up between her ass-cheeks, and rubbing against her
clit.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Good,” she panted.
He picked up her panties, and held them to his face. 
He could easily detect her scent there, and yes, they
were damp.  He would enjoy tasting the source of that
dampness later that night when they got back to his
home.  “Open wide,” he stated.  And the panties were
placed in her mouth, effectively gagging her.  To make
sure the panties stayed in place; he then took out a
roll of duct tape, and tore off a long strip.  It went
across her face, followed by a second, and then a
third.  Her face was covered, ear to ear, from the
bottom of her nose, to just under the curve of her
chin.
Next, he pulled out two clothespins.  They were
clamped around each of her nipples.  He could see the
areola getting darker from the pressure.  To ensure
the clothespins remained on for the duration of the
ride, more duct tape was utilized, marking a large “X”
across the front of each breast, over them.
“Now don’t go anywhere,” he smiled.  As if she could!

He climbed to the front of the van, and started it. 
Suddenly, she realized in horror that when he stopped
at the toll plaza to pay for his parking, she would be
visible!  Twisting as quickly as she could, she
managed to duck down sufficiently behind his seat as
they approached the tollbooth.  Her wrists hurt as the
metal cut slightly into them, and the chain pinched
her tender clit, but she was not seen.  He watched her
antics in the rear-view mirror and chuckled.  He paid
the fee, and soon they were on the highway.

Sitting back up, she watched the darkened landscape
drift by.  In the front of the van, he placed a Frank
Sinatra CD in the stereo and began to softly sing
along.  The tape pulled at her skin and the pain from
the clothespins was beginning to turn from a “sting”
to a dull ache.  She knew that when they were removed
later and the blood started flowing again, they would
hurt like hell.  A tear trickled down her cheek, and
she smiled as best she could.

All in all, the weekend was off to a magnificent
start.

END


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