I had completely forgot I was wearing my panties… or that he had even told me not to during our BDSM phone chat…my mind was racing and I heard this whirring noise from nervousness. “I um, I’m so sorry, I’m totally worthless, Bill was right… nobody should ever have to put up with a useless whore like me. I’ll be on my way I should get home” I murmured as I started to gather my things.
“Not so fast… I didn’t say you are excused,” Paul said firmly. “Just because you fucked up and failed to follow simple directions doesn’t mean you’ll be allowed to ruin my evening. You will however need to make up for your poor behavior. Get your coat, we are going to my place.”
As he stood up I saw how tall and well built he is, with dark hair and those brooding eyes that first caught my attention. Somehow he seemed even taller now than he did when he walked in… I could feel myself starting to accept his dominion over me, as I predicted I would over the kinky phone line. For a quick moment I regretted ever using BDSM phone chat to meet a guy!
As we left the bar he placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. I could see the other women checking him out. Clean-shaven and clean cut, he stood out in his collared shirt and pressed jeans. He walked me to my car and kissed me passionately as I leaned back against the door. He started fondling my breast with in one hand, gripping my hair in the other. “Follow Me,” he whispered, “and when you get out of your car at my place those panties had best be gone.”
When I arrived at his apartment, he opened the door and motioned me toward the couch before he disappeared into the kitchen. I perched tentatively on the edge of my seat. The couch was white leather and I had to ruffle my miniskirt under me because it was just barely long enough to fit between my pussy and the cushion I was sitting on. Now that my shaved twat was completely commando I didn’t want it to drool droplets of my juices all over his furniture.