I met him in an online chat room. I was just curious and exploring what was out there in the realm of cyberspace. It was all quite innocent to start with. An innocuous chat about various elements of my life and his, a few obligatory questions about work and home, followed by a game of twenty questions. He worked away from home a lot, traveling the world and spending some of his nights alone in a hotel room with only his laptop for entertainment. He had a good sense of humor, a cheeky side to his personality that I liked. Somehow our game of twenty questions turned sexual. He asked me about my favorite position for sex and the floodgates seemed to open. Soon we had told each other every aspect of our sex lives, what turned us on, what didn't, our secret fantasies and what we would like to do to each other. The fact that it was all said in cyberspace seemed to loosen all my inhibitions and we told each other our deepest desires. I had never tried cybersex before but he had me so turned on that I was more than willing to participate. Our cybersex sessions turned into extremely hot phone sex with me masturbating and writhing on my bed, longing for his cock while I plunged my fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy. Turned on beyond belief at the sounds of him pumping his cock on the other end of the line and telling me how fabulously wet I sounded and that he could hear every squish and moan as I came in his ear.
I never imagined it would go any further considering he lived on the opposite side of the world.
One day in casual conversation he mentioned that there was a possibility he could be flying to the other side of the country in the near future and would I like to fly over and meet him. It was said tongue in cheek but I started to seriously think about it. We flirted with the idea of what we would do to each other if we actually met in person. It added another dimension to our cybersex sessions as we played out our meeting online, describing in graphic detail how we would fuck each other senseless before we even left the airport. I like to be in control and so does he, so it was a constant battle to see who would win, each of us trying to steer it our way and take control of the situation. Secretly, I liked it when he won. It turned me on no end when he would grab me or push me up against the wall and just fuck me hard. I was his online plaything.
I was disappointed when his work trip got cancelled but we continued our cyber sessions and phone sex detailing our first meeting and amazing fuck. The fantasies varied every time but one in particular stuck in my mind. I fantasized about entering his hotel room clad in nothing but a white t shirt under my coat; he sits at the desk, typing on his laptop, unaware of my presence. I blindfold him, whispering that I am about to make his day and spin his chair around. I explain the rules, he cannot remove the blindfold, cannot touch me unless I say so, he must do everything exactly as I tell him to do. I found myself thinking about it frequently and almost constantly turned on. It must have been palpable because I was suddenly receiving a lot of attention from men and I shamelessly fucked those that let me take control and act out my online scenarios. Describing to my online partner every detail and minute variation. My sex life had never been so good.
A few weeks later an opportunity arose for me to attend a conference. By pure coincidence it just happened to be in the same city and at the same time as he would be there. I decided to put a plan into action and play with him for a bit. I asked him what he would do if I was actually in the same place as him right now. Would he let me take complete control, do exactly as I said. He played along, obeying my every command. I acted out my fantasy online and we had amazing cybersex followed by explosive phone sex. I kept playing with him, making him submit to my every whim. Not every time but often enough so that I knew he was enjoying it and comfortable with me being in complete control. Over the next few weeks I went over all the details of his trip, innocently plying him for information, which hotel he was booked into, how long he would be there, who else was going with him, how much spare time would he have, until I knew every move he would make.
On the night I spent hours getting ready before chatting to him online from my hotel room, setting the scene. I ask him where he is sitting (at the desk in the corner of the room), what he is wearing (jocks and a hotel robe) and whether or not he is willing to do exactly as I ask him to (yes). Then I ask him if the door to his room is locked (no). Next I say I am going to sneak up behind him and blindfold him....... I stop typing and quickly leave my room, knowing he will be waiting for me to type my next move. I open the door to his room and tiptoe quietly across the carpet. He is sitting with his back to me, typing, when I place the blindfold over his eyes and tell him not to turn around. He jumps in surprise but manages to control himself and resist. I read the screen in front of him 'So you want to know what I'm going to do to you next, do you?" I laugh, spinning his chair around. "You know the rules, no touching unless I tell you to, no removing the blindfold and you must do exactly as I say. Are you willing to play by my rules?" I ask.
"Yes" he grins from ear to ear.
