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 Reach The Door - loverstongue - August 2014

   Story Codes: Fdom cbt humil exhib MF span

   Description: After a confusing but curious online dating exchange a man
presents for a first date.  Events progress beyond his control but not
beyond hers.

   The door was fairly plain.  A dark green door with no real redeeming
features in a small front courtyard off a main road.  The whole house from
what I could see had no redeeming features.  A white stone building with
few windows and no idea what was inside.  Except for my date I hoped.  The
single most confusing conversation I had experienced while internet dating
to this point.

   I knocked tentatively.  I still wasn't even confident that this was the
right place.  Who could know really?  Apprehension just kept growing and
growing.  Maybe she didn't hear.  Maybe no one was home.  Knock again
louder?  I knocked again loudly.  The door opened as I was attempting the
second heavy rap.  Humiliation.  Already.  Why wasn't I more patient?

   Wow.  The silhouette in the doorway took my breath away.  Shades of dark
grey and black defining a stunning figure and imposing height.  With a 8
inch step advantage plus heels I was overwhelmed.  Staring upwards at
something glorious.  Something I didn't understand.

   "Come in.  In my house my guests take their shoes off.  It's only fair
isn't it?  I look after you and you look after me and my property.  So
don't dilly dally - let's have them off now."

   No time to take stock.

   Time to take stock.  I hadn't even figured how to sneak a peak of this
imposing individuals face yet and here I was staring at her heels and
stockings as I hurried to obey.  I felt harried.  I felt passion.  What was
going on here?  My God!  Look at those heels and those ankles and those
calves.  So slim, so strong, so dark.  Pointy, strong, smooth, and
feminine. Fantastic heels just preying on my pre-existing fetish, driving
my cock to immediate hardness.  Fuck!  That wasn't going to help the
situation.

   "That's better.  More relaxed don't you think?"

   A hypothetical question at best.  I was anything but.

   "I want more though.  Let's loosen some of these buttons eh?  You still
seem a smidgen tense.  Loosening this shirt will definitely help."

   At this point I was shaking.  Her left hand ran up and down the side of
my ribs as she casually unleashed buttons with her right.  Not a moments
hesitation at any button including the ones I even struggle with.  And with
a yank stumbling me forward my shirt was free and the final button undone
as she pulled the shirt from the waistband of my pants.

   That hand.  Driving me wild.  So smooth.  So assured.  Lithe, strong,
supple, manipulating.  A diamond rock sparkling from the second finger. 
(What the hell was that all about?) Grabbing my side, sparks running all
over my body.

   That spark guiding me up to her face.  Wow.  Speechless and warranted.
Flawless skin, refined feature, strong, direct and with piercing eyes.  I
couldn't hold that gaze for long at all.  My eyes flicking back down
towards my naked feed.  Naked.  Shit.

   "No.  It's not enough.  And why haven't you put your shoes and shirt in
the box?"

   A finger under my chin forcing eye to eye contact.

   "You can do better."

   As the finger released this beauty instructed me to get to it.

   "Shoes in the bottom.  Fold that shirt and lay it on the top and stop
wasting time on those pants!"

   I never even had time to look up.  I hastened to obey my confused mind
and just followed the instructions as quickly and effectively as I could. I
was a mess.

   I only had a brief glance as her finger guided my chin back up to her
dark eyes.  Those amazing heels, slim ankles, shapely calves, holy hell
those legs were long and encased in stockings until well up her thighs.

   The dress - I don't even know what to call it.  Short?  It stuck out
over the tops over her thighs adding to the shape she was naturally endowed
with.

   Pubic area mostly hidden not that my imagination didn't run wild.

   Hips.

   Skin tight fabric over a molded stomach.

   And from there her finger singed my skin until I was staring into her
dark eyes.  Her white skin and dark features surrounding me.

   Defenseless.  Overwhelmed.  What the hell was happening here?

   I'm in my cheap as cotton jocks while a set of amazing dark eyes drill
into my soul.  How are those eyes even possible?  What nation could even be
possible of housing them?  So strong.  So assured.

   And here I am with hair all over my body.  Tubby belly.  Not fat but not
even in the same league.  I'm naked in her presence.  All my fears and
doubts dwelling back up from that place that I hide them.  My lip almost
ready to quiver and give me fully away.

   "Okay.  Take it all off.  Leave them on the floor.  I've seen enough of
you."

   Clothed to naked in under ten seconds.

   I followed her instructions and left my cheap, red holey jocks at my
feet.

   Why did I even wear jocks?  Why didn't I wear my cool new boxers?  Why
wasn't I organised enough to do my washing this weekend?  What the hell was
I thinking?  Why was I naked?  How did this even happen?

   Why did I jump to obey this woman's every command?

   Fuck me she was so dominant.  It was like a spell.

   "Follow me."

   I trotted after her.  Naked.  Walking like I was naked.  Shit.  Look at
that dress sway as she walks.  Look at that amazing figure.  White skin
showing at her arms and neck with a ponytail of black hair trailing down
her back.

   "Go to the fridge.  Grab one of the glasses from the shelf and the
bottle from the door."

   I was already on the way there just from her gesture.  The words were
required too otherwise I probably would have run straight into the wall. 
The glass in each hand felt cold to the touch - I felt like I was burning
up through passion and humiliation.  I scampered to catch up with this
goddess in case I was left behind.

   But that coolness in my hands immediately washed from my body and the
heat accelerated in my face as I caught back up to her down the corridor
she has disappeared.  Those long legs stalking as I bumbled behind.  That
curvy body and dress swaying hypnotically from side to side as I ambled
like a shapeless monster.  Unable to take my eyes off her body as the cool
glass burnt into my fingers and palms.  The corridor both too long and too
short as I finally started gaining some confidence back into my frazzled
mind in anticipation of a normal conversation.

   And burning sunshine.  Such a contrast from the dim inside my mind that
all thoughts were burnt away.  Standing mute, solitary, confined.  With
thick green grass creeping up and tickling between my toes.  A riotous
shrubbery overtaking the stepped garden.  How was this garden even here
given the plainness of the front of the house.  This house had secrets
beyond the front door.

   A single chair sat in the middle of the lawn casting it's shadow across
the lushness.  White, standout, unadorned in any way.  It looked
comfortable though.

   As she sashayed over it was only ever designed for one bottom though. 
As she delicately sat down in such a feminine manner I felt lost in this
beautiful garden.  What was I doing here?

   My reverie was broken by her sharp, short and no nonsense command.

   "Give me the glass and pour."

   I poured.  No class.  No skill.  Not even knowing what I was pouring. 
It made her happy though as she smiled up at me and that was enough for joy
to start overflowing in my life.  I nearly spilled some wine before I
eventually managed to pull myself back together.

   "Now get that bottle back to the fridge."

   I'm not sure why but as soon as I was out of her gaze I sped up.  It
started as a fast walk and by the 3rd step it was a power walk.  By the 5th
step I was trying to jog quietly though her house in order to fulfill this
request as quickly as I could.  I didn't stop my jogging until just before
I reached her sight.

   It was completely irrational.

   "15 seconds boy.  That's not bad for a first effort.  I'll check later
if it was an acceptable standard."

   Had I remembered to put the bottle in the right shelf?  Bad bad bad boy
not taking enough time to do the basics.

   "Come kneel by my side boy.  Slightly forward.  Knees wider apart. 
Wider.  That's good."

   I smiled inwardly at the minor compliment.

   "Now hands down and move onto all fours.  And stay completely still as I
rest my glass."

   "Good boy."

   The round base of the wine glass came to rest on the high side of my
left arse cheek.  Almost my lower back I guess.  I hoped it was a
relatively flat spot as I needed all the help I could get.  I felt like I
was shivering despite the warm sun and lovely day.

   My gaze stayed downcast as I stared at the grass.  Such a vibrant green
as it shimmered in the light breeze.  I could feel it through my fingers as
well although mixed with a little bit of dirt as my fingers grasped deeper
in the hope of giving me a little more purchase and stability.

   All my senses were on fire trying to discover more information about the
beauty sitting beside me.  But all I garnered was silence, followed by the
rise of a wine glass, the soft sound of sipping, the fall of a wine glass
and the cold imprint of cool glass back onto my scorching skin.  That glass
had been in her hand.

   I could feel her move a little.  Different than normal.  Then I felt
something rough slide as a point up the inside of my right leg.

   "It's time I introduced you to a friend of mine."

   A friend!

   "This is my cane."

   A cane!

   "I don't intend to be overly rough on you though.  Nothing you can't
handle at least."

   "I'm all about setting you challenges.  Challenges that I will help you
succeed at.  Challenges that will help you grow and make you strong. 
Challenges that will bring us closer together.  Sometimes you may think you
have failed but I see those only as opportunities to learn.  Opportunities
to change the way we can teach each other.  To be better next time."

   "And this first challenge is fairly simple - I want you to remain
completely still.  Well, as still as can be as I'm going to gently whip
your bum hole with my lovely cane.  As I said, this is not about being
rough.  This is about testing and extending our limits together.  I won't
go any harder than you can handle.  Although it may be harder than you
think you can handle."

   This was getting intense.  Was this what I had signed up for?

   "Let's begin."

   I wasn't sure what to expect.  My asshole was about to get whipped.  I
hadn't even seen any porn where that happened and it wasn't covered in my
fantasy erotica.

   She started by running the shaft up and down the length of my arse
crack. Slowly and smoothly.  That didn't feel too bad really.  It almost
made the cane feel quite soft.  I guess it was still a bit degrading in the
power I was giving her though.  No one had even touched me there before. 
She moved on to the lightest of light taps on my rectum.  Again nothing I
couldn't handle.  These progressed quickly and got harder and harder to a
point where I was starting to fidget and then she would back it off again.
Always taking me to a point just beyond where we had already gone.

   A noise.  Shit.  It wasn't like I could hide.  I just froze even more
than I was supposed to be, focused on the ground in front of my eyes and
hoped that I wouldn't be noticed.  As if that was going to work.

   "Afternoon."

   A male voice.  Hell, that's even more embarrassing.  Another male here
in the backyard with me.  I listened to the crunch of grass and dirt
against shoes as he walked over the lawn right past my bowed head to sit on
the rock wall.

   Who was he?  How did he fit in?  Did he not notice me?  Was he allowed
to wear shoes?

   They exchanged casual chit chat about their weekends and the weather
that I was barely able to comprehend.  I was star struck, embarrassed,
confused, bewildered, and in love.

   The conversation just highlighted my place in the world.  I was not an
equal.  I didn't even get a mention in this beautiful woman's weekend.  I
wasn't even special enough that he would note how nice the sun was but not
how they now had a very interestingly designed wine glass table in their
garden.

   I remained frozen in place, picking up bits and pieces of the
conversation while taking in none of it.

   And he was gone.  I finally let my breath go with a sigh of relief.

   "You've done so well boy.  The way you took that spanking on your
beautiful bum hole was just delightful!  Could you tell that you were
swaying back into the cane after a while?  I could.  That's how I knew you
could take more each time.  And you held so nice and still for me apart
from that.  You'll need to be careful for next time though that you don't
try and enjoy it too much and spill some wine.  I imagine it's quite
difficult sucking wine straight from the grass and earth."

   My heart filled with pride.  I'd done well.  My first bum whipping and
I'd done well.  I presume she had done this before so she must have had
some frame of reference.  Whatever, I was beaming.

   "Thirsty work though.  Why don't you grab the wine bottle and fill me
up."

   I wasn't really ready to be asked to stand up so it took me a while to
process the information.  And as I reached the door I realised that my
feet, knees and hands were covered in dirt.  No point tramping that into
the house so I retreated to the edge of the pavers and tried to quickly
brush off as much as I could.  I felt so clumsy in my movements.  Once
complete I hurried to the fridge noticing this time that the TV in the
lounge room was on.  Was the mysterious male in there?  Opening the fridge
I retrieved the wine bottle.  Was this where I had retrieved it from the
first time?  I thought so as I hurried back and began filling this amazing
woman's glass.

   "Good boy.  Now hurry back.  There are more challenges yet."

   More challenges.  Good lord!  Wasn't having my asshole whipped enough
for one day?  I ran to get back as fast as possible.  Dropping down into an
all hours position by her side at about the same distance and leg spread as
I hoped I was before.

   We sat in silence for a while.  The sunshine melting down on my back. 
The soft breeze through the trees.  The sound of birdsong chirping and
cajoling.  None of it didn't anything to break the tension I was feeling.
What was the next challenge?

   My nervousness mounted with every rise and fall of the wine glass.  Was
there some reason that the wine glass needed to be emptied?  Was she just
enjoying this lovely spring day?

   And then I felt the cane slide up the inside of the right leg again. 
Exhilaration hit me as I knew "it" was about to begin again.

   As she finished dragging the cane up and over my ass she doubled back
and gently, oh so gently, tapped my balls with two swings that more pushed
my balls around than tapped them.

   "I'm very proud of how you did with the bum hole whipping.  You followed
my instructions well and I could feel our trust grow together.  This
challenge is not much different.  All you have to do is remain still. 
Leave it up to me to test and understand your limits.  Leave it up to me to
grow the trust between us.  Surrender your mind and your balls to me and
see how close we can become."

   This sounded a lot more serious than the bum hole whipping.  Surrender
my mind and balls to her?  We only just met!

   "Nod your head if you are ready to surrender to me."

   Why did she give me no time to think?  Things just seemed to escalate so
quickly.  I couldn't help but nod my head.  Just dipping it twice as I
continued to stare at the ground.

   "Good boy.  Let's begin then."

   As before she started off slowly and softly before build up to a point
where I was struggling, grunting and whimpering, almost ready to beg her to
stop.  And just as I reached that point each time she would back off,
taking me back down to a level I could deal with but never too low that I
felt comfortable.  The modulating punishment seemed to go on and on. 
Unlike the bum hole whipping this "challenge" was not to be broken by a
male interloper.  My balls presented a much larger target as they hung down
between my legs allowing her to swing much more freely at her targets. 
Soon my breathing had increased to a pant.  Not long after I was sweating,
feeling completely overwhelmed from the pain, submission, pride, eroticism,
and pleasure that this whipping was giving me.

   "Don't spill a drop boy."

   And just as my mind reached the point of overload where I knew I had to
escape this amazing and terrifying experience she stopped.  It was her
voice that kept me in the garden and in her life.

   I felt the glass rise from my back as she took a long drink.  I could
tell now that she was panting also.  As she placed the glass back down she
extended her arm and gentle traced my balls with her gentle hands.  Hands
that I wasn't sure if I should expect pleasure or pain or both from.  This
time it was only pleasure as she gently massaged them.

   Reaching a bit further she pulled my erect penis back between my legs.
I'd been so in the moment that I didn't even realise how turned on I was.
As she took the shaft in her left hand I could feel her milking it firmly
and a generous amount of precum leaking out.  She let go of my cock and it
sprang and bounced back between my legs.

   Taking the wine glass in her left hand she spoke softly, "Kneel upright
boy and face me."

   Finally seeing her face I could see the tenderness and love in her eyes.
It gave me a whole new perspective on what had happened.  That it was hard
for her to punish me like that and that it wasn't just on me - it was hard
on her too.  She looked so young now.  So vulnerable.  So needing of love
and care.

   She brought her right hand up to my face and spread my precum over my
lips and the groove under my nose.

   "I want you to enjoy the scent of your arousal for the rest of the day.
Let it remind you of how much we've grown today.  I'm so proud of you.  Of
everything you've done today."

   She sucked the remainder of the precum off her long finger with a
delighted smile.

   "Hopefully there will be more of that later."

   "And while I'd like to keep you here forever we both need a little time
to reflect.  To see where we can do better next time."

   She wanted to keep me forever.  She wanted a next time.  What was next
time going to involve?  When was next time?

   "Follow me."

   We walked straight down the hallway to the front door.  My eyes again
mesmerised by her seductive sway that she seemed to so naturally have.  Her
skirt swishing in time with her pony tail.

   She opened the door and ushered me out.  What about my clothes?  Shit! I
was naked and meters from a major road.

   Settle - there they was the box sitting next to the front door.  How did
it get there?

   "Be here at 5pm on Friday.  Be just like you are right now.  And no
touching your cock."
   And then the door swung shut.