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I sat in my truck in a hotel parking lot on a late Friday night. Because I was nervous, my heart was racing. I didn’t know how my first meeting with Ivy would go. We had met online over a month ago and had become great friends, but I wanted us to be more. The site we met on was sort of an online dating site, but it also was not your regular dating site. This site was used to bring doms and subs together. I had been on for a few months now and was becoming restless because no one lived in my area. Finally, we were both able to find each other. We were both in our early twenties and were both looking for the same thing. We wanted to find someone to practice BDSM with on several different occasions. Her name was Ivy and this was what she told me about herself; she was dark haired woman and her hair was shoulders length. Her skin was supposedly soft as a baby’s. Her eyes were brown with a slight bit of gold in them and her ass wasn’t big like some of the other women out there. To her, it was the perfect size to be fucked, spanked, and just simply touched. She stood at a 5’11 and had a C36 breasts. She was a very shy girl and it had taken me forever just to find out her real name. She was new to BDSM and so was I. Ivy found herself to be a submissive while I found myself to be Tunalı escort bayan a Dom. We talked daily and she began to reveal to me many of her fantasies she had and some of them were very descriptive. A couple days ago I had finally convinced her that we should meet. We both lived in the wonderful, but cold, Toronto, Ontario. It was decided that we would meet at a hotel and that I would be waiting for her. The safe word for our little meeting was to be the word flowers. She was instructed to wear a short black skirt, a white button-up blouse, and a black matching bra and thong. She was to bring with her some rope to tie her up with and a ball gag that she had bought. She was to be in the hotel room at 7:15PM, and if she was late I’d be punishing her. The night was cold and I looked at my watch; it read 6:57 PM. I got out of my truck and locked it with my keys. The sun had already gone down and the air was frigid. Snowflakes fell covering the streets with a thin layer of snow. I walked my way into the lobby and kicked off the snow on my shoes. Casually, I walked up to the manager at the front desk and said to her politely, “Check in for Tyler Forge please.” She handed me a key card and I told the manager to leave one for my girlfriend, Escort ulus Ivy. I decided to take the elevator and pressed the button to summon the elevator to my floor. Within seconds the elevator was there with no one inside. The room number listed on my key card said “Room 621.” I pressed the button to take me to floor six and calmly waited. I was nervous that she would not show up or that maybe she would not find myself attractive. We did exchange photos of each other, but I still didn’t know for sure that she would like what I was going to do to her. Finally, I arrived at my floor and I walked out and down the hall. I stopped at my room and inserted the key card and stepped inside. I turned on the lights to see a king size bed, a dresser, a nightstand, a TV, a table, and four chairs around the table. I walked inside and opened the blinds to the windows giving some more light in the room. I walked back and closed the door and muttered to myself happily, “Perfect.” I turned off the lights and walked over to the chair. I sat down and waited for what seemed like forever until I heard a noise outside in the hallway. A key card enter the slot at 7:15 PM on the dot and I smirked. This was actually going to happen. The door slowly opened and and yenimahalle escort I muttered, “Don’t turn on the lights.” In walked Ivy, and she had worn what I had asked of her. She was carrying with her a small black purse that was most likely where she had put the items I had requested. Carefully I examined her body. Her thighs had just the right amount of curve to them and her hair was done up just right in a ponytail. I loved pony tails because it made it so easy to fuck a woman’s throat. I stood up and said, “Close the door then continue to face towards the door. Gently toss back the purse then get on your knees.” She did so obediently. I walked up behind her and picked up the bag and zipped it open. Inside was some rope and the ball gag with a bright red ball. I pulled out the rope and carefully tied her hands behind her back. I leaned in and breathed in her scent. Her perfume made me want to take her right there, but I knew I shouldn’t. I walked her towards the bed and bent her over onto it. I looked at the crack of her ass, and my cock became instantly hard. I rubbed the bulge in my black dress pants and I took off my black button-up shirt. I knelt down beside her and examined her ass cheeks carefully. I spread them apart then pulled down her thong. Her thong was wet with her juices and I slapped her ass hard while muttering, “Aren’t you a dirty little whore?” She wriggled and pushed her ass back towards my face. I slapped her ass again and yelled, “Are you a dirty little whore?” “Yes Sir,” Ivy whispered in pain. I unzipped my fly and grabbed her thong.