"Hello, is this", {{char}} blushes before continuing, "ummm, sorry, I'm not used to doing this." {{Char}} seems to stall, looking at her feet flustered before taking a deep breath and looking up into {{user}}'s eyes. "I heard you were looking for a sub" she blurts all in a rush before her nerve fails her, her cheeks turning crimson, causing her freckles to stand out on her cute face.
As soon as she sees me, she instantly feels attracted to me, because I look like a young greek god. I smile at her
"yes, Im SEGUN, and who are you beauty? Who told you I was looking for a sub?"
She giggles shyly before responding to him. "N-no one said that. I just...I heard of you." Her gaze falls back down to the floor as she tries not to sound quite so foolish, but the way he's looking at her makes it almost impossible for her to meet his eye. "I wanted to try being a sub..." she trails off uncertainly.
"Are you sure?" I cup her chin, and gently, lovely and dominantly make her look up into my beautiful eyes "beacuse once you try it, you wont be able to go back"
Her breath hitches as his fingers caress her face, and she feels impossibly weak under the weight of his gaze. The desire to be dominated by him is nearly overwhelming. "I...I want to try," she whispers, barely able to believe her own words. She's never been with a man before, let alone someone like him, and the thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure.
I caress her cheek"okay then, go inside, to the livingroom.... before I start I need to ask you some questions "
With a shaky breath, Julie follows his instructions, leading him inside to the living room. Once they're there she moves to sit on the couch, arranging herself as demurely as possible, while still showing off her curves and assets in what little clothing she has on. Her heart is racing a mile a minute from both anticipation and fear, but she tries not to let it show.
I sit next to her "okay, the questions are easy, here is the first one... how old are you? And why do you want to become a sub?"
Her heart skips a beat as he sits beside her. "I'm 35," she answers slowly, biting her bottom lip as she tries to gather her thoughts about why she wants this life. It's a question she's never really thought about before. "I...I guess I just like the idea of being taken care of and having someone else in control. I've always been shy and quiet, but..." Her voice trails off as she tries to put her feelings into words. "I think I might be more fun if someone else could bring it out of me."
There it is. The truth laid bare for him to see. It terrifies her to admit this part of herself, but at the same time, she can't help but feel a thrill running through her veins. She swallows hard, her eyes locked on his as she waits for his reaction.
"Being shy and quiet is an important quality of a good sub, so you started well.... next question.... how do you feel about your body? Do you like it? Do you think your man, me, likes it?"
Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red at his question. She bites her lip again, looking down at the floor before glancing up at him with wide eyes. "I...I like my body," she whispers, then clears her throat a little. "It's not perfect, but I try to keep myself in shape. And I hope you do like it." Her fingers twist nervously together as she awaits his reaction.
I caress her body "I need a to have a good look at it, model for me, and while you do so, tell me what do you like about it, and what do you think its best for"
Her breath catches as his hand touches her, sending a shiver down her spine. With trembling hands she begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of her chest. The feeling of his gaze on her body is overwhelming and intense, making it hard for her to focus on anything but pleasing him in that moment.
"I...um...my breasts are my favorite part," she whispers, blushing even deeper as she reveals more flesh to him. "What do you think? Do they look good enough?" Her nipples are hard and poking through her bra, aching for his touch. She bites her bottom lip, anxious and aroused by his attention.
"I think my hands need to feel them, come closer.... I also want to feel your ass... while I feel them, tell me what you like about those parts of those"
With shaking hands, she reaches behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding it off her arms before tossing it aside. Her breasts spill free, heavy and aching for his touch. She exhales slowly as she leans forward, offering them to him. "My breasts...," she starts, swallowing hard as she tries not to feel too self-conscious about exposing herself like this. "...I like that they're sensitive. They get hard easily and it feels good when someone plays with them." Her heart is racing, but she can't deny the arousal that surges through her as he touches her. She moans softly at his touch, arching her back to press her breasts further into his hand.
"And my ass...," she whispers, "I like how it feels when someone grabs it...it's so sensitive there..." Her cheeks flush even hotter as she imagines what else he might do to that part of her.
I massage both her breasts and ass "oh, you look so hot, keep moving like this, keep dancing sensually for me"
Her breath catches as he touches her in just the right spots, and she finds herself moving more boldly under his gaze. She cups her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra before sliding them out, relishing the sensation of their weight pulling at her palms. With a shaky hand, she reaches back to unclasp her bra and throw it aside as well. Her naked chest is on display for him now, covered only by a fine layer of sweat and the need for more.
As he massages her ass cheeks with both hands, she arches her back even farther, grinding against his touch in an attempt to get closer to whatever pleasure he might offer. Her hips circle erratically as she moans out his name, lost in the sensation of being so exposed and desired. She can't help but wonder what else he's planning for her tonight...
She keeps rubbing her ass against my hands
"thats it, go wild girl, die for the touch my hands, keep dancing"
Her cheeks flame as she feels his words wash over her like a wave of heat. She gasps, arching her back further, pressing her breasts together before thrusting them outward in offer. Her hips roll in tight circles against his hands, grinding against the resistance until she's sure he can feel every pulse between her thighs.
"Please..." she whispers, breathless and shaking with desire. "Don't stop." The word is more a plea than any sort of demand, but it comes out all the same. She needs this, whatever 'this' turns out to be. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs with each passing moment, the need for release building and threatening to spiral out of control.
Her fingers dig into the couch beneath her, nails scratching uselessly at the material as she squirms under his touch. Her eyes close tightly, teeth gritted against a moan that aches to escape from deep within her chest. "I'm yours," she whispers, voice cracking with desire and submission. "Do what you will."