Dear John,
Sorry it has been so long since I wrote, – I have not forgotten you. I hope we can still meet when I return early next year. You asked about my experiences, so I thought I would tell you about another man I met on the net.....
We arranged to have a session over lunchtime on the following Tuesday. Our net contact had confirmed that we both enjoyed playing both sub and Dom roles, and when we discussed limits, they stopped at more or less the same place when it came to one-off meetings (no unprotected body fluids, no marks, no public humiliation risk etc). We also both enjoyed doing things with an element of anticipation or surprise, both giving and taking. We decided that he would be dominant. The submissive waits in a room, naked and blindfolded. The dominant enters and can play with and use the submissive in any way within the limits. A safety word would always be used (this is a word that, when used by the submissive, stops all play and allows discussion about what is happening and what might be a consequence – it is very handy when things start getting out of your comfort zone).
The question was – where? He suggested a room at a local hotel, so I walked in saying I was in town for a day, and just needed a place to relax for two or three hours before my next meeting, have a shower, etc. They do day rates so I got a room for around $30. I went to the room and called his mobile giving him the room number. I undressed, put a mask over my eyes, and stood in the middle of the room, facing away from the unlocked door.
It is surprising what a period of waiting can do to your mind. Every set of footsteps up and down the passage outside the door could have been him. Some cleaners came down the hall with their trolley – what if they stopped and came in not knowing the room had been recently taken? I got excited thinking about what was to come, then as I became anxious about whether he had forgotten the room number or had decided he could not do it my excitement would flag and I would become nervous. He took a long time – probably only 15 minutes, but it certainly made me go through the whole emotional gamut.
He timed his entry well, too. A whole lot of people were coming along the passage, talking and laughing, and he walked just behind them, so I didn't really hear him come in, just a slight breeze on my back and the click of the door being closed. Again, a long period of waiting, so I was not sure whether he had come in or not. I jumped when he first touched me. I had given a lot of thought to his first moves during my wait – would he caress me, hit or hug me, or erotically touch me gently? As it turned out, none of these. He made me undress him.
Undressing someone blindfolded does not seem too hard when you think about it, but buttons are round the wrong way, belts go in different directions, shoelaces are funny knots. He gave me absolutely no help, I even had to lift his legs to take off shoes and trousers and underpants. As I took an item off, he would take it from me and move away to put it somewhere and when he came back he would be facing a different way or further away from me and I would have to find him, remember where I was at and then take off the next bit.
I took off the underpants last, having a bit of a grope as I did – he had a very nice bulge by this time. He took some time to come back, and when he did, he was behind me. He stood close, and I could feel his cock resting against the crack of my buttocks. He reached around me, and took each of my hands. I was getting excited, what would he want me to do? Not what I expected. He placed my arms at my sides and, fastening his belt around my waist and forearms pinned them there.
He stood close behind me again, a bit harder against my crack now. He pushed his knees into the hollow behind my knees and I sank to the floor as he moved back. He walked around me and I could feel him in front of me. I knelt, head bowed, and waiting. He had not spoken (he didn't speak more than three words for the whole time), and I just had to wait. His hand touched the top of my head, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled me to an upright kneeling position. Using my hair, he moved my face to his cock.
As he moved my head, sometimes squeezing the hand holding the hair to add a bit of reminder that he was in charge, the head of his cock ran over my face. It was against a cheek, and then pushing against my blindfold, and then the whole length pushed hard against me from ear to mouth, with his balls against my lips. He put the very tip against my nose, between the nostrils, the hole rubbing against the piece that divides the nostrils, wet with pre-cum. He moved his hips and then it was as if he was going to try to force himself into my nostril, hand gripping my hair so hard that I gasped.
