My Stories, encounters & fantasy's
By
Evie Von Blonde 

At the home of Mr Smith.

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We had arrived at his address and it was only now that I was instructed to remove the blindfold. I could see from the car a beautiful property in a rural location. No neighbours, nothing visible from the front of the property, only open fields. I liked the thought of being away from everyone. No one would hear me scream!!!!

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Come on in Evie, Let’s get you inside and get started.

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I walked up the steps to the front door and went inside his beautiful home. He led me into a drawing room to the left of the entrance hall. He pulled out a chair for me and placed my bag down beside the chair.

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Here you are Evie, take some time. I’ve got a few things to finish off. Dress up for me. I will be watching you.

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Watching me I thought, this is so off the scale hot. Then he smiled at me and left me alone.

In the centre of the room in front of a large fireplace, was a wooden table. At the head of the table in front of a chair, he had placed a large mirror and next to it was a glass of white wine. I took a deep breath and a mouthful of wine, it was cool and crisp. Just what I needed to calm my nerves. My hands were shaking at this point. It was a thrilling sensation to be firstly in his home and secondly, I had no idea what to expect.

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I thought I’d better get to it, so I removed my shoes, dress, and my underwear. Then I dressed in a black and red basque, I clipped the suspenders to the top of my black seamed stockings. Then added a sheer bolero jacket to the outfit and put on my black stiletto shoes. I went back to the chair had another mouthful of wine and applied my makeup. Pretty eyes and full red lips, just as Mr S liked me to look. When I had finished getting myself ready, I stayed sat in the chair and waited for him.

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It wasn’t too long at all before he came back into the room.

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Stand up for me Evie. Let me see you. Turn slowly for me.

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He looked at me taking in everything. I watched his eyes darken and heard the appreciative groan he made as I turned around for him. Then he came up behind me and turned me towards the fireplace. Above the fireplace was a huge mirror. As he stood behind me, he cupped my breasts and lifted them out of the top of my basque. He fondled both breasts his touch firm as always. I took a loud intake of breath as he kissed the back of my neck. I moaned in appreciation as he pulled and twisted on my nipples. I could see his reflection as he took his time feeling my heavy tits. He whispered to me that I was his for a while and I will enjoy what he had planned for me.

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Can you see what I see Evie? You are so fucking beautiful. Look at those amazing tits of yours in my hands. You’ve been a good girl and haven’t gone off plan all day. I’m really pleased with you my gorgeous slut.

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He then kissed my neck again, whispering how pleased he was and that I now deserved something special.

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I will admit that by now I was excited and nervous and so wet for him. I hoped it wouldn’t be too long before he fucked me.

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Come with me Evie, hold my hand I don’t want you to fall.

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WOW. I thought as we walked into the hallway and towards a cellar door. He helped me down the stone stairs. It was dark but he had placed candles on the steps and more candles all around his cellar.

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It was a little chilly down here, which was to my liking as Mr S. always turned me into a hot mess.

Along with several bottles of wine. I could see a home gym, including a bench press and static bike. The smell was musky with a hint of him post-workout. By now my olfactory system was sparking off all sorts of memories.

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Are you ok Evie?

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Yes Sir.

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I’m feeling nervous but a good nervous.

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He just smiled at me and asked for my wrists. He cuffed my wrists together and hooked them up above my head to the ceiling so as my arms were above my head. Then he captured and cuffed my ankles placing a spreader bar between my legs. With my arms up and my legs spread I was vulnerable and helpless. He kissed me deeply cupping my face as his tongue danced with mine. Then he covered my eyes with a blindfold. I could not see anything now, not a thing but I could hear him moving around behind me.

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He whispered to me. Can you get out of your binding Evie?

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No Sir.

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Do you feel comfortable enough to rest your weight through your wrists if you need to?

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Yes Sir.

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Remember the rules, Evie. Remember your safe word.

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And my beautiful Evie you look so fucking hot right now, I want to bend you over and pound into you. You have been such a good girl now you get your reward.

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Now Evie before I begin do you want to ask anything?

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No Sir I trust you completely.

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He chuckled at that as he said Oh Evie, today you are my ultimate sub.

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Why did his praise make my heart beat faster and my pussy wet?

 

He started a playlist of music I was unfamiliar with, but it was just the right amount of tortured sexy. I found myself getting lost in the rhythm of the music. And to my surprise, I heard a loud snap behind me. It was a slap of something wood on wood I thought. Oh shit here we go, I braced myself. Three strikes to the backs of my thighs. I tried not to move but it was not easy. It was the ruler, I knew how this felt. Three more to the other side then another ten strikes alternating between left and right.

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He was testing me to see if I would complain. I said nothing. Not a murmur. By now I was hardly flinching and then he just stopped. I heard rustling and a cork popping, he was kissing me, feeding champagne to me from his mouth to mine. It was exquisite, the taste of him, his warm tongue, mixed with fizzy bubbles and the cold familiar taste of Veuve. I dare not ask him for more but I desperately wanted him to carry on quenching my thirst with his Clicquot kisses.

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Next, his mouth was at the gusset of my panties, this was the most torturous yet, he was speaking to my cunt. OH, MY GIDDY AUNT, Mr S is talking to my pussy. Can this day get any better I thought as I tried not to grind myself onto his face? I couldn’t make out everything he was whispering but the vibrations were driving me wild.

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He then slides a hand inside my panties inserted two fingers inside me.

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Evie you have such a wet hot pussy, I think I need to do something with it.

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He removed his fingers and placed them under my nose. You smell delicious my beautiful Evie taste yourself. He instructed as he popped his fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them tasting my juices, twirling my tongue around his fingers. Any contact from him was everything at that moment.

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His hands went down to my panties again and as he put two fingers inside me again his other hand went for my clit.

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Fuck what was that.

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I thought taking in a breath. The goddam bastard had an ice cube. He was rubbing the frozen but rapidly melting ice over my clit. The cold water from the melting ice dribbled over the lips of my pussy and the effect was soaking my knickers even more so.

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Evie, you naughty girl, your knickers are soaking what am I to do with you?

With that, he ripped them off me. Before I knew what was happening next Mr S. had put his cock into my mouth. How the hell did he do that he was either pulling himself up or a ladder. Stop thinking Evie he said. Just suck my dick and swallow me deeply. No need to tell me twice I thought. I loved the taste of this man, I love the feel of him inside my mouth.

 

The way he fucked my face the pleasure it gave him. This is something he loved to watch, me, his Evie sucking his cock. I hoped he could see enough from his viewpoint now. He was certainly balls deep. I then heard a pop coming from my mouth, where he had abruptly removed himself, leaving my lips to smack together.

 

He then started to strike my arse with his hand. He preferred using his hands as he liked to see his finger marks. My head was all over the show. I think we were up to ten slaps when I could feel an orgasm building.

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I know you’re close Evie I can tell. I’m going to strike you ten more times. You will whisper those times Evie. Just loud enough for me to hear. You will not moan or shout or cry out or make gratified sounds. Just whisper, from Ten to zero after each strike. Are you ready to start your countdown? Do not cum until I give you permission Evie. I know you can understand me Evie Give me the correct response before we start.

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He has got to be fucking kidding me. There is no way I can hold onto this orgasm for ten strikes. I’ll Have ten bloody orgasms by the time I get to zero. Shit Shit Shit what if he doesn’t say I can cum when we get to zero. I can't do this. Now that was going off in my head as I readied myself for more strikes of his hand against my tender arse cheeks.

 

Yes Sir I’m Ready Sir.

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10….9….8….7…..6 Don’t you dare cum Evie 5….4….3….. Do not fucking cum Evie 2….1….Zero.

Cum for me Evie, Cum for me now.

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My orgasm was epic, convulsions took over my body and I know I cried out his real name. For us in those moments that was totally acceptable. My senses came back to me after a minute or so.

Are you ok My lovely Evie?

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Hell yes, I’m thinking but barely nodding to him.

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I’m going to untie you. Don’t worry he chuckled we’re not done yet but your arms have been above your head for over an hour now.

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Blimey time goes fast when you’re having fun. And I really did you know.

I know. He said.

 

He rubbed my wrists and my ankles whilst I sat astride his bench press. And then there It was again, that look the one that tells me I’m his for that moment. That look that makes me want to be whatever he needs me to be in that moment. He kissed me and pushed me down onto his bench, he held onto my ankles and my legs were over his shoulders in seconds. Then he took what he wanted. A hard fast pounding. Fucking ferociously into me, making me gasp with every hard thrust. All of him inside me and he called out something inexplicable as he came. It was quick and powerful and god I loved it. We were smiling now at each other, at the scenario, at the sheer joy of sex.

We went into his kitchen, had refreshments, Right You, he said as he grabbed my hand come with me, then he took me to his bed.

 

He undressed me slowly and kissed every part of me. When he fucked me for the final time that day. He gave me what only Mr S can give me. And that gift was to fuck my pussy with his tongue, his fingers, and his 9inches. Until she was spurting out her Tsunami of a sweet mess time and time again.

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We spent around six hours with each other that day, a super intense workout.

Thank the lord for an automatic car with cruise control, otherwise, I’m not sure my legs could have made the drive home.

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I have relived that memory so often during my alone time.

 

Thank you, Mr Smith.

Much Love

Evie xx