A Connection

[BeautifulOblivion]

Oh my. That was beautiful and so erotic.

[Ozme52]

Great, and I have to hear more about the other people Oz has been meeting on his "tour", one friend in particular.

Who might that be louise?

[Ozme52]

Oh my. That was beautiful and so erotic.

Thanks, I'll pass the sentiment along.

[Ozme52]

There's more...

You continue to give me an amazing gift...

This accounting is much harder to write. So much of what I remember is just impressions, I was so overwhelmed by need, curiosity, nervousness, fear, desire and then orgasms that I was incapable of thinking coherently from start to finish.

I had spent the morning at work - my mind full of memories of our lunch the day before and my body yearning to know what it would feel like to submit to you. Alone, where you could lead me where I so desperately wanted to go, where your experience would enable you to take from me exactly what you wanted. Take control - take my mind, my body, my senses on an incredible ride. I was getting absolutely no work done.

During lunch, I wrote down my perceptions of the day before as you requested. My mind began to calm, my body to settle. At that moment, you called. I had to laugh as I answered the phone - what little bit of sanity I'd managed to gain was gone immediately. When you told me that your plans for rest of your stay had fallen through and you were leaving, unless I wanted to see you again, I realized that I was letting an amazing opportunity slip away. I wanted to see you. I asked if we could get together to talk - your reply was exactly what I needed. "Yes," you said, "but I'm warning you, I want you on your knees - I want to use you - and I will push if you meet me." Knowing this, my desire to really know what you could show me grew even more. Gently, you asked me to decide and call soon.

I already knew the answer. Yes, yes, oh God please yes. My insides were screaming it - my mind was filled with it. Five minutes later I called you back, surprising you not because of the decision, but because I made it so quickly.

I only had a few hours to spend with you. I couldn't bear the thought of wasting them at work.

That afternoon I had no business driving to you - I could barely think. It's a miracle I came to you in one piece.

You were waiting for me outside when I arrived - we sat on a bench while we exchanged how are yous and then simply looked at each other. Again, I could hardly meet your eyes. That's all it took. When you asked if I wanted to come in, I think I had to say "yes" twice because the first one was only breathed out. By now, I was shaking with nervousness from head to toe. I so very much didn't want you to see it. But you did.

When we entered the room, I sat down in the only comfortable chair. Not smart, huh? My legs couldn't hold me up any longer at that moment. Pulling up the ottoman, you sat in front of me, taking my hands, asking me if I had any concerns we needed to talk about. All I could remember was "no marks". But somehow (I don't know how), I knew it would be okay. I knew you would take good care of me and not push me anywhere I couldn't go. I also knew that my inexperience as well as the limit would reduce your enjoyment and render my submissiveness less pleasing to you, while I would be getting the greater benefit and enjoyment. When I shared my concern, you smiled and told me you were enjoying yourself already.

Describing the basic positions you preferred, you explained that I would be expected to assume each one as commanded. You asked me what safeword I was used to using and told me you would listen for that, but if I really wanted to get your attention that you responded most quickly to "Mercy". You reminded me that you weren't my master - that beginning at that moment I was to call you "Milord" - although if I slipped up and called you "Sir" it was okay. I replied, "Yes, Milord", pronouncing the term incorrectly. Patiently, you had me repeat it several times until I got it right.

You asked if I was scared and I said "a little". I lied. I was terrified. Not of you - of me, of the situation, of what I was about to do. But my complete capitulation to your dominance, my need to please you and my own desire outweighed the fear.

Then, you asked if I was ready. I whispered, "Yes, Milord." "Stand up", you said, pointing to a spot in front of you. I did, looking into your eyes, feeling myself falling away...

[bad_kitty_77]

You plan to share Mr. Oz, or you just blowin' smoke up our asses?

[Ozme52]

...

I stood before you, waiting for what I’d been wanting to hear since
the day before – your voice, telling me to take off my clothes. And
you did. Instantly, my brain woke up and started a
stream-of-consciousness, fear-based litany: “What should I take off first? Top or
bottom? Which is sexier? Damn, I read this recently and now I can’t
remember! What if he doesn’t like my body? I like my body, but maybe he
prefers bigger breasts, a plumper ass, paler skin...What if I trip?
What if I fall? God, that’d be embarrassing…”. Then, I became
aware that some time had passed and I was still standing there, fully
clothed, and you were still waiting. Already, I was messing up.

I could hardly look at you as I undressed. And when I stumbled you
held out your hand to steady me. Thank you for that – I really needed
to feel you at that very moment. I had remembered your disappointment
at lunch when I told I did have panties on and had removed them before
leaving work, hoping that you’d be pleased. As a result, when my
jeans were off, that was it. I stood there, fighting my fear and instinct
to cover myself even as I felt proud. While you looked. Just looked.

“Turn around.” I did, and you looked some more. Trembling, inside
and out, I finally felt your hands touch me – a stroke, a gentle
squeeze, a slight pinch. I could sense your body behind me, the heat and
power and control you exuded. Even as I write this, days later, I can
feel your hands on me and my mind and body respond.

My breath became trapped in my throat and as my vision began to blur
you moved away, directing me to assume the first position you had taught.
I hesitated – my body frozen – you turned back to me and
said…something…I can’t remember what, but I perceived it as now and I
dropped to my knees. It felt…inevitable…and another piece of my soul
surrendered to you.

For the next little while you amused yourself, taking me through each
basic submissive position, correcting my posture, widening my knees,
dispensing praise as I came closer to your ideal. At the same time, there
were smiles and some laughter, from both of us. Thank you for giving
me those little breaks, times that I could take a deep breath even as
my entire being fell further under the spell you were casting, further
into your control.

Oz, from here forward my memory is like a deck of cards that was in
order but got dropped on the floor. No matter how hard I try, I can’t
pick them up in the correct order, so instead I’ll write each
sensation I experienced separately.

Spankings:
Your big, hard hand on my ass felt like it belonged there. The first
few swats startled me, and I pulled away slightly. “Present your ass
to me,” you demanded. I arched my back and tilted my tailbone
upward. After my body adjusted to the position and my mind to the sting, my
ass began to sway to meet each strike. I began to crave them, feeling
the rhythm: pain/pleasure, absence of pain and a spreading warmth,
anticipation of the next one… You stopped too soon, but you told me that
if you continued, you’d be breaking the “no marks” rule – that
my ass was already red. Sigh…
There was another place to play, though: your hand, patting my pussy, a
little harder, then harder, and harder as I spread my knees wider,
wider, wider yet, then your fingers inside me and on me, until I came.
And again. And then again. And right here, right now, remembering, I
want to come again.

Your voice:
“Don’t bite your lip”, as I struggle internally to take more,
give more… Now I hear your voice, saying “don’t”, every time I
worry my lips with my teeth.
“Come for me now” – how could I not? My senses were bombarded
with you – your voice, your scent, your control, your sureness, even
your arrogance – I felt like your toy, one you could play with as you
chose, and you know how to get the most out of your toys, don’t you?
You said that phrase many times that afternoon and my body obeyed each
time.
“Undress me”. I looked at your sandals, momentarily confused by
the intricacies of two Velcro straps. See what you did to my brain,
something I’m pretty damn proud of? Of course I began to unfasten the
wrong strap and you reached down, moved my hand to the correct place,
saying “Here.” When I got to your belt, you’d wrapped the end so it
wouldn’t come loose easily. Seeing my bewilderment, you laughed
softly. When I figured it out and had it almost off, you instructed me,
“Double it over and hand it to me.” Another wall of resistance
within crumbled.

The belt:
Just knowing you held it went straight to my head. I began to believe
even deeper that I was truly exactly where I was supposed to be, at
your feet. What a powerful symbol of dominance a belt is when it’s held
by a man who knows how to use it and is willing to do so. You wrapped
the belt around each breast, pulling it tight until I gasped. You
couldn’t use it on my ass, my back, my shoulders, as I longed for, but I
could see that you wanted to, very much.

[Ozme52]

..

More words:
Me, on my knees, your growing rod in front of my mouth, as you say,
“Thank me.” I do, with your hands in my hair, gripping my head,
directing my mouth, my tongue, my whole body…
“I want to feel those long legs around me,” as you enter me…oh
how good that felt…
“Ah, there’s the look I wanted to see,” after God knows how many
orgasms, as I laid back in the bed, grinning…
“Take a deep breath,” as you pinched my nose, sliding your cock
deep into my mouth and holding it there, holding me there, then doing it
over and over…
“It’s okay if you don’t say Milord every time.” I had been
forgetting sometimes and knew as soon as I did. You read my face, my
disappointment in myself and my submission.
“How many times have you come?” That question froze me, my mind
raced as I wondered, “Crap, was I supposed to count?” “I don’t
know, a lot”, I replied and you smiled and said “Good.”

The clamps:
Oh, yes, the clamps. A chain of them. In your hands. I couldn’t
even look. I was too mortified by my own inexperience. A clamp on each
nipple, one down below, right below my clit, I fought to hold position
and completely stopped breathing. “Breathe,” you said, while you
fondled the chain, pulling just slightly. The lower clamp really hurt
– you knew that, didn’t you – yet I did not want to beg mercy and
disappoint you. When I said, “it burns,” you instructed me to take
a deep breath and you removed it, reaching out to catch me as I almost
collapsed to the floor. It felt like a long time, but really it was
only there for a few seconds. Once again, I felt like I had failed.
You were ready to move on though, and removed the nipple clamps,
replacing them with another pair tied together with a thin chain which you
placed in my mouth. “Hurt yourself,” you ordered, fondling me,
soothing me, making me wetter. With each wave of the building orgasm, my head
stretched higher, pulling the chain tighter, until I came.

The flogger:
On my breasts, my pussy, my ass – I regret that I couldn’t give
more. Then, when you showed me your new flogger – one you hadn’t even
used yet, with thick, braided strands – and told me you didn’t
know if it would leave marks or not, so better not use it – the utter
disappointment I felt must have shown on my face, because you gave me a
taste. Just a little, probably as gently as you’re able, and I loved
it and wanted more. There could be no “more”, though.

The crop:
You didn’t even use the crop. You just showed it to me, saying
“Maybe next time.” My knees went weak as I imagined what you could do
to my body with a crop, what intense sensations you could produce.

Your hand at my throat, fingers pressing under my ears as you explained
to me how the pressure worked, allowing me breath, yet stealing it at
the same time. “You like that, don’t you? You need to be
controlled completely,” you said softly. I came again.

As the afternoon wound down, you bundled me into the shower, telling me
I smelled like you. Your experience again showed, as you produced
unscented soap, recommending that I use it so no one would know. You
watched me bathe my skin, waiting patiently for me to realize that the
scene wasn’t over, that I still had things to do for you. While I
rinsed, you told me that if we ever saw each other again, you’d teach me
how to come at the sound of your voice saying the word “Come”, and in
fact, you thought I could do it right then. You were right.
“Come” you said, and I did, surprising myself. Not you though. You knew.
When I was done, I asked if you’d like me to bathe you. “Yes”,
you said – you’d been waiting. I bathed your feet, your calves
and thighs (you have really strong, muscular thighs, which I admire
greatly) your stomach, arms, back and ass. “You aren’t done yet,” you
informed me and when my brow furrowed, you reminded me that I needed
to wash your cock and balls. I thought I had, but obviously not well
enough. I kept that thought to myself.

We got dressed, talking about whether we’d have the opportunity to
see each other next year. Walking to my car, we both expressed our
enjoyment of the afternoon. As I climbed behind the wheel, you thanked me
for the day and reiterated how much you had enjoyed it. My inner
smart-ass decided to make an appearance as I replied, “Not me. Hated every
minute of it. It was awful.” And I shut my car door, laughing.

Driving away, the realization hit me. Even if we never saw each other
again, you owned a piece of my soul, forever.

[Ozme52]

You plan to share Mr. Oz, or you just blowin' smoke up our asses?

Sorry, I was struggling with a technical issue and just went back and edited the first teaser...

so go back and read the first of the rest of it.

[bad_kitty_77]

<<---This kitty's curiosity is thoroughly aroused...I'm sure everyone else will be chiming in soon enough.

[bad_kitty_77]

Me thinks if you two ever meet again, you'll both quite enjoy the punishment for that "inner smart ass" slip.

[Logic1]

I simply cant think of anything good to say more than "lovely and congratulations"
I hope you two get to have more fun together

[Xavier]

I suddenly feel very much like taking a trip...

Outstanding thread Oz. My congratulations to you and our mysterious narrator for such a wonderfully erotic encounter. As an Emerald City guard once said: "The Great and Powerful Oz has got matters well in hand" - seems he was right.

[cariad]

hmmmmmmmmm......

[tessa]

What a wonder....

[wingsofanangel]

-speechless-!!!!!

[thelorax]

*throb* I'm so glad I signed on here! I've only experienced anything remotely similar once, and it was the most powerful experience I've ever had. Reading posts like yours help me understand WHY I reacted the way I did.

And the dom prospective makes me hopeful that perhaps he too was affected by the intensity I felt.

Please keep sharing; its invaluable to at least this newbie!

[Logic1]

And the dom prospective makes me hopeful that perhaps he too was affected by the intensity I felt.

nice for us Doms to read the sub perspective too *smiles*

[Rhabbi]

Amazing Oz, thank you for the glimpse of a fairy tale come true.

[Ozme52]

I'm working on my perspective of the scene/play. It bogs down... a few words, gotta go relieve my... tension. Reread it and change her from third person past tense to first person present tense... it sounds so much more personal... but makes for more tension to relieve.

First person is so... real. Too much of a reminder. So back to third person... just so I can try to finish it... more lumber to whittle down.

I'm working on it. Patience.

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I know... as one vulture said to another... "To hell with patience, I'm gonna go kill me something."

[cariad]

But what about your avid readers, and the tension they are experiencing in waiting, not to mention the tension they are not experiencing in waiting.

cariad

[Rhabbi]

Awaiting hearing your thoughts Oz.

[Hime]

Um, wow. Wow.

You're both wonderful writers. She did a great job of describing a feeling that is happily familiar to me.

[Sir_G]

Absolutely sublime Oz and thanks to the mystery lady. These are moments that define who and what we are.

I'm lost in a surreal world after reading it. Very powerful.

[jeanne]

I've read this thread I don't know how many times - it's addictive. I, too, am waiting to hear from you, Oz.

[gagged_Louise]

Me too, can't deny the throbbing pleasure incited by this...

[pixie_dust]

Mmmm....that's gotta be just about every subbies favorite fantasy. *pants*

[Ozme52]

Mmmm....that's gotta be just about every subbies favorite fantasy. *pants*

Am I your fantasy?

[Ozme52]

I could give a dozen reasons, the serendipity of the meeting, a connection, but it comes down to chemistry. You felt it and I saw it in you, but make no mistake, I felt it too... and having felt it before, I know better than to let it slip away.

So I change my plans and the next morning I call you. Explain that there's an opportunity to act on your feelings, on mine. It's a hard decision for you. We just met. Haven't even corresponded outside of a brief "hello," "how are you," and "wouldn't it be nice to have lunch." Yet here I am making you go further, take a risk, all on the brief impressions of a mere 4 hours.

"You know you want to... So you have a decision to make. Think about it carefully, call me with your decision."

I have done the hard part for me... deciding to not wait, to push you now, to make you come to grips with your immediate needs and forget about what's logical.

Five minutes, ten, I don't know exactly. I just remember I was surprised it had taken so little time... but I already knew the answer. Like a jury bringing in a verdict within an hour. I knew the answer was "Yes, I'll meet you again."

You tell me where you will be, where to meet you. I know that will result in a repeat of yesterday. I want more. You need more.

"No, you come here. Pick me up at my hotel."

But I know that we won't leave, and that it must be here... where there is a room to go to.

The time is set. A few short hours. There won't be a lot of time. You have commitments and no time in which to resolve them. So what do I wish to accomplish. To give you your glimpse into submission beyond what you've experienced certainly. Something intense? Or a little taste of everything you told me yesterday. And of course, if I want to fully enthrall you to me... it must be a buffet table of all the naughty tidbits you crave.. So I lay out what little equipment I have with me. (There's not a lot of extra room on a motorcycle.) Some to show you, some to use on you. And then I go downstairs to wait.

I wait for you outside on an entryway bench. I distract myself with a paper and suddenly I see you walking up. You are all that I remember and more. I stand and look down into your eyes. You look scared, but I see it’s not me who scares you. So I sit you down on the bench. You are a bit unsteady as you sit beside me. My hand takes yours... and I watched you literally steel your resolve. That is all it takes, just the one moment of contact and yesterday takes up right where we left off.

"Do you want to come up?"

No pleasantries, no small talk. And no doubt in my mind that it was a rhetorical question. I stand and lead you inside even as you oh so softly voice your answer. Yet I want you to hear yourself acquiesce. So I ask again even as we enter the hotel.

"Do you want to come up to my room?"

and this time there is strength in your answer.

"Yes."

The foyer, elevator, the hallway. Each a hurdle. People all around watching the handsome/gorgeous couple stride through their midst. They naturally part as we invade their space as I lead you to my lair. The prey is caught and I am about to savor the reward.

The room is ready. The door closes. I know you won't turn back but I let you know the opportunity remains. I see your resolve is fixed and firm. And now I must unbalance you so that you can see your path.

"Take off your clothes!"

It is always unsettling to be told to strip away your clothes and expose yourself for the first time. You stand and lift your blouse over your head. Your eyes avert as you unsnap the fastenings of your bra but I see you looking to see if I am watching... to see my reaction. You stand for a moment expecting...? a reaction from me? but I tell you to finish.

"The pants."

If I would have called you earlier in the morning I would have told you to wear a skirt but the meeting was in essence impromptu. Still, as you lower them over your hips I smile as you reveal you are naked underneath. I am pleased with your foresight, your desire to please me. I am more than pleased with your body.

I take your arm and lead you to kneel on the floor.

"This is position #1. You use it to meditate, to revel in your submission, to find balance in your life."

My voice firm yet softly spoken into your ear as I kneel over you from behind. Your body trembles as my hands roam up and down your flanks and my torso pushes against your back.

"This is position #2." I have you rise on your knees; lift your hands to clasp behind your neck. It is so your master can inspect you.”

I fondle your nipples, big, dark, turgid, set perfectly on your breasts. Easily handled, tweaked. Responsive nipples. I weigh your tits in my hand; squeeze them to elicit a gasping response. Then harder. My thumbs and fingers take your nipples and I test your threshold for pain. Softly at first but an ever tightening of my grip. I hear your breath rush in as you take the squeezing pressure and more. I can suddenly smell you even more strongly as your pussy must be gushing. So of course I check and of course you are extremely wet. I slide a finger in easily, fondle your lips, encase your entire pussy in my hand. Inward again I stroke and find the spongy flesh of your g-spot. I stroke it and agitate the tender flesh until I feel it engorging. You audibly gasp, breath becoming ragged and your body sways as you try to maintain the position.

"Cum"

It is the first of what will be many.

I put you on your chest and knees, ass high in the air. You remember the conversation and your hands reach beneath and between your legs to grasp your ankles.

"This is position #3. It too is a position for inspection... also for punishment... also so you can properly service your master."

My hand delves deeply into you and I force you to cum again... and again... and yet again. Once again I stroke your g-spot, tapping it with my fingertip over and over as if pummeling you with a cockhead. Again you cum. I circle your cervix with my finger and press the center and ease it into the entrance of your womb... I feel you both evade and accept the intrusion and then return to your g-spot and force another orgasm from your pussy.

Perhaps you are ready to relax and luxuriate in what has been achieved but I make you get back on your knees.

"Take off my clothes."

First my shirt though I help you a bit so you may remain kneeling as I stand before you. Shoes, socks... my pants. Then my shorts as you reveal for the first time my engorging cock. You look at it looming in front of your face. I wrap both my hands into your hair, your hands drop into your lap and you open your mouth.

I could describe it all but could never do it justice. Suffice to say there isn’t enough time. Your body, your laugh, your submission. All so heady and inspiring. A taste of my hand, a taste of the flogger. I remember leading you off the floor onto the bed by your hair. Rolling you onto your back, head over the edge of the bed so I could guide my cock down your throat. Your acceptance, your enthusiasm to experience your submission, submitting to my will… all so stimulating to my senses. I sample more of your body. The feel of your legs wrapping around me. The heat of your sex. The feel as your body vibrates in orgasmic frenzy… And then the blissful laugh as your mind returns.

I send you to the shower. We wash. A pleasure I particularly enjoy though we don’t have the time to languish under the spray. You begin to return to yourself… sending your submissive self to the background. I lean in, whisper in your ear.

“Cum for me.”

Your eyes snap to mine in surprise. Your legs falter. I grasp you under your arms and take all your weight into my arms. You surrender and cum for me, by the power of my voice alone. It is too much for me to resist and I assault your senses again. Push you against the bathroom door. Put your arms over your head as if you were suspended from the sill. First face to face as I drive you back into submission. Then I turn you and press myself into your ass… just to tease you before you leave… so you leave wanting more. The last thing you feel is my cock pressing between the lips of your sex.

We dress and I escort you back to your car. Your demeanor is different now. Your stance somehow more confident. I am only sorry that it is already over. We merely tasted the edges. You say you made a snippy comment but I think it was sub-vocalized, (no pun intended but… heh heh) for I didn’t hear it… but should we meet again, what better excuse to teach you how to count out a punishment.

Will we?

Sorry I made you wait.

[jeanne]

Mmmmm. Nothing else to say, just mmmmm.

[annie]

OMG Oz.... not sure i can say anything else....