I’d sometimes post an ad on craigslist looking for a new submissive woman to play with, though I also made sure the ad was complex and seductive.  I was looking for a smart and seductive woman, someone with the intellect and emotional maturity to understand what it means to submit.  I traveled for work in those days and would sometimes post the ad in the city I was traveling to. 

That’s how I met Cate.

She was in her 40s, married, and an executive with a fair amount of responsibility.  She had no bdsm experience, was in a sexless marriage, and was beyond intrigued by my ad.  She could only make time during the day and I only had time in the evening, so it seemed like a few emails was as far as things might go.  I found her incredibly alluring, though, so I managed to carve time out for a lunch date my first day in town. We agreed that we’d both be disappointed if we didn’t at least meet.

Cate was gorgeous. Tall and buxom with an engaging smile. We talked easily and our conversation was nice, though it didn’t seem like sparks were flying.  Nonetheless, I escorted her to her car and we had that awkward moment when we weren’t sure how to end things. Despite the broad daylight, I took a chance and kissed her.  She grabbed my shirt and pulled herself into me, and I ran my fingers through her hair, then grabbed it firmly to kiss her harder.  She moaned out loud, and I could tell she had not been kissed passionately in a long time. 

After we kissed a few moments longer, I pulled her hair back hard, pulling her lips away from mine, and placed her hand on the bulge in my jeans.  She gasped and used her body to hide her hand, then gripped my cock like her life depended on it, resting her forehead against my chest. I said into her ear “You need me to treat you like my dirty little slut, don’t you?”  All she could do was whimper and nod. 

We kissed again and said goodbye, lamenting the fact that we did not have the opportunity we wanted.  I spent the next two days trying to figure out how to make it happen, finally realizing that I had a couple of free hours the afternoon I was to drive home.  I asked the hotel for a late check out and sent her a message: “Can you meet me at 2?”

She knocked on the door at exactly 2 PM, and I hardly said hello before I grabbed her hair and kissed her as I pulled her inside.  I slammed her up against the door as it shut, my hand moving to her throat to remind her that I was fully in control of her now.  I started tearing her clothes off of her, and in a few seconds she was naked, pushed down to her knees.  She had become animalistic, frantically trying to undo my belt and zipper to get my cock out, and moaned and grunted simultaneously when I grabbed her hair firmly.  She tried to start sucking my cock like she normally would, bobbing up and down on the head while she stroked it, but I started thrusting into her mouth.  “That’s a good girl,” I said “show me how deep you can swallow it.”  The more she sucked it, the more she wanted it.  Her hunger was incredible.

I then pulled her by her hair over to the bed, laying her on it with her head near the edge.  Standing over her so she could see my cock throbbing over her face as I looked down her body, I took my clothes off while teasing her, stroking my cock across her lips, over her cheeks, and finally sliding forward to squeeze her gorgeous big tits around it.  She obediently licked my balls while I fucked her tits, and I reached behind me to grab a fistful of hair and pull her face firmly up into my ass.  She clearly enjoyed being forced to do dirty things, and the way she moaned with pleasure while she licked my asshole was incredible. 

I reached down see how wet she was and was rewarded with the wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.  As my fingers parted her lips, I heard her beg “Please fuck me.  I need it so badly.”

I’d intended to keep teasing her, but the way she begged made me want to fuck her so intensely.  I turned her around and lifted her legs over my shoulders, pushing them to her chest as my cock stretched her pussy.  My hand went back around her throat and I choked her sensually while starting to fuck her deep and hard.  She began moaning with each thrust, then groaning and panting as I fucked her faster and faster.

I told her to look at me while she came, and that was enough to push her over the edge, making her let out the most intense moans I’d ever heard.  I kept fucking her to make her cum again for me, but her pussy was too wet and perfect and soon I pulled out to cum all over her tits, then immediately brought my cock to her mouth and told her she needed to lick it clean.  Saying “that’s a good girl” to her elicited a low, satisfied moan while her lips and tongue obediently cleaned my cock. 

Soon I collapsed next to her and we luxuriated in our afterglow. She cooed about how much she loved submitting to me, and I praised her for being such an obedient, hungry slut for me. 

Before long, it was time to part.  We never managed to be in the same city at the same time again, but we talked a few times and she told me that she may never be able to replicate that experience, and thought she’d probably be an old lady in a nursing home, sitting in a rocking chair and remembering me with a smile on her face, unable to tell anyone what she was thinking about.