Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Sunday, August 10, 2014
New beginnings
It was a big commitment but I had agreed to it. It meant uprooting from the place I grew up in and leaving everything that was familiar to me. But there was something else pulling me away and it won - love.
The metaphorical tug-of-war had been going on for a couple of years now but I never gave in. I may be a romantic but I was always firmly in control of my life; I was never going to make any major life decisions because of another person.
Until I met him of course. And now, I'm standing outside the airport waiting for him to pick me up with three big suitcases of half my life belongings. I was ready for a new life with my man.
He was running a little late due to an accident that was causing a massive jam and so all I can do is sit there and wait. I thought into the future and the things we could do together - I have fantasies of buying a house together and doing it up, coming home to someone I love and just as important, the kinky fun that we could both get up to.
Just that last thought got me hard and horny, and it was at that moment when my cock got hard that his car stopped in front of me. The sight of him meant that my cock wasn't going to go soft anytime soon, and just as I was about to adjust myself, I remembered his last instruction to me five days before - I wasn't allowed to touch myself at any time except to quickly wash while in the shower.
This meant that I hadn't cum in six days and I was going crazy with frustration.
He cocked his head when my hand moved, and then smirked when he noticed I made that last minute realisation. He walked up to me, gave me a big hug, an even bigger kiss and a big grind at the crotch. Even he wouldn't touch it. I just moaned as I kissed him back.
"I know it's a hard decision moving over," he said to me after that kiss, all the while looking down at the tent in my trousers, "but control yourself, boy."
"That's why I have you, Sir," I retorted with a laugh. We've never done the whole Sir/boy thing or at least not seriously. As much as he's my Dom, it was enough that he knew it and I did too.
The traffic had cleared by the time we were heading back so it was a quick 30 minute drive. I took my luggage out of the car and carried it in, leaving it by the side of the entrance door as I stepped in. Immediately, I began stripping.
"What are you doing," he asked, sincerely shocked. And then he remembered. Ever since I found out that his housemate was also kinky, instructions has been that I had to be completely naked once I was in the house. Sometimes he'd lock me in chastity immediately, sometimes we'd just go along the days. Usually, though, we'd start playing very soon after because I would have been denied cumming for a few days before my visit.
"We might need to change some rules now that you've moved in. This is your home now as much as it's mine so we'll need to work around it, okay?" he asked.
I fell in love with him a bit more at that point. Nonetheless, I still remained naked and told him that we can sort things out later. I dragged my luggage into the room - the former housemate's room which would be mine. I was surprised at how different the room looked; my partner had essentially turned it into the playroom.
Before I could turn to him to protest how my room has turned into a sex dungeon essentially, I felt him hug my from the back, grab my already hard cock and started fondling my nipples.
"It's still your room," he said as I let out a moan. "It's easy to transform this room back to being a regular room but I have a proposition that I think you'd like to hear about. Would you?"
By this time, my eyes were closed as I just leaned back into him to enjoy the feel of him stroking me lightly. I could feel myself precumming and true enough, he brought his fingers to my mouth and made me suck it off them.
"Okay," I said. Truth is, at that point, I would have agreed to anything.
He then pushed me onto the bed and said that he hadn't planned on any play today as he wanted to let me rest and settle in, but seeing as how horny I was at that point, he said it'd be a waste not to take advantage of it.
With that, he put leather cuffs on my wrist and ankles and attached it to the four corners of the bed. He then put a collar on me and a gag before hopping off the bed.
He then put the vibrating ring over my already throbbing cock at a low setting, enough to get me worked up, but not enough to send me over the edge. I started moaning. I looked up to see him walking towards a sofa that sat right in front of the bed.
He unzipped his trousers and took his dick out; he wasn't wearing any undies.
"God, you look so hot," he said, as he sat back on the sofa and started jerking off looking at me. All I could do was moan back at him watching him get off as my cock was being teased by a vibrator.
He sat there stroking for quite a while and I knew he was dragging this out. Eventually, he walked over to me and then proceeded to cum on my face. It drove me nuts seeing him cum when I couldn't touch myself.
He reached over, removed the vibrator and said: "Well, now that you've had your post-travel shower, you should get a nap. I'm off to make some dinner. We can discuss further then."
With that, he walked out of the room, closed the door and left me there drenched, tired and most of all, horny. This is the start of my new life.
The metaphorical tug-of-war had been going on for a couple of years now but I never gave in. I may be a romantic but I was always firmly in control of my life; I was never going to make any major life decisions because of another person.
Until I met him of course. And now, I'm standing outside the airport waiting for him to pick me up with three big suitcases of half my life belongings. I was ready for a new life with my man.
He was running a little late due to an accident that was causing a massive jam and so all I can do is sit there and wait. I thought into the future and the things we could do together - I have fantasies of buying a house together and doing it up, coming home to someone I love and just as important, the kinky fun that we could both get up to.
Just that last thought got me hard and horny, and it was at that moment when my cock got hard that his car stopped in front of me. The sight of him meant that my cock wasn't going to go soft anytime soon, and just as I was about to adjust myself, I remembered his last instruction to me five days before - I wasn't allowed to touch myself at any time except to quickly wash while in the shower.
This meant that I hadn't cum in six days and I was going crazy with frustration.
He cocked his head when my hand moved, and then smirked when he noticed I made that last minute realisation. He walked up to me, gave me a big hug, an even bigger kiss and a big grind at the crotch. Even he wouldn't touch it. I just moaned as I kissed him back.
"I know it's a hard decision moving over," he said to me after that kiss, all the while looking down at the tent in my trousers, "but control yourself, boy."
"That's why I have you, Sir," I retorted with a laugh. We've never done the whole Sir/boy thing or at least not seriously. As much as he's my Dom, it was enough that he knew it and I did too.
The traffic had cleared by the time we were heading back so it was a quick 30 minute drive. I took my luggage out of the car and carried it in, leaving it by the side of the entrance door as I stepped in. Immediately, I began stripping.
"What are you doing," he asked, sincerely shocked. And then he remembered. Ever since I found out that his housemate was also kinky, instructions has been that I had to be completely naked once I was in the house. Sometimes he'd lock me in chastity immediately, sometimes we'd just go along the days. Usually, though, we'd start playing very soon after because I would have been denied cumming for a few days before my visit.
"We might need to change some rules now that you've moved in. This is your home now as much as it's mine so we'll need to work around it, okay?" he asked.
I fell in love with him a bit more at that point. Nonetheless, I still remained naked and told him that we can sort things out later. I dragged my luggage into the room - the former housemate's room which would be mine. I was surprised at how different the room looked; my partner had essentially turned it into the playroom.
Before I could turn to him to protest how my room has turned into a sex dungeon essentially, I felt him hug my from the back, grab my already hard cock and started fondling my nipples.
"It's still your room," he said as I let out a moan. "It's easy to transform this room back to being a regular room but I have a proposition that I think you'd like to hear about. Would you?"
By this time, my eyes were closed as I just leaned back into him to enjoy the feel of him stroking me lightly. I could feel myself precumming and true enough, he brought his fingers to my mouth and made me suck it off them.
"Okay," I said. Truth is, at that point, I would have agreed to anything.
He then pushed me onto the bed and said that he hadn't planned on any play today as he wanted to let me rest and settle in, but seeing as how horny I was at that point, he said it'd be a waste not to take advantage of it.
With that, he put leather cuffs on my wrist and ankles and attached it to the four corners of the bed. He then put a collar on me and a gag before hopping off the bed.
He then put the vibrating ring over my already throbbing cock at a low setting, enough to get me worked up, but not enough to send me over the edge. I started moaning. I looked up to see him walking towards a sofa that sat right in front of the bed.
He unzipped his trousers and took his dick out; he wasn't wearing any undies.
"God, you look so hot," he said, as he sat back on the sofa and started jerking off looking at me. All I could do was moan back at him watching him get off as my cock was being teased by a vibrator.
He sat there stroking for quite a while and I knew he was dragging this out. Eventually, he walked over to me and then proceeded to cum on my face. It drove me nuts seeing him cum when I couldn't touch myself.
He reached over, removed the vibrator and said: "Well, now that you've had your post-travel shower, you should get a nap. I'm off to make some dinner. We can discuss further then."
With that, he walked out of the room, closed the door and left me there drenched, tired and most of all, horny. This is the start of my new life.
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