I'd known I had been submissive almost my entire life, but I had never felt comfortable letting people know my deepest desires.  This means I had never been able to embrace it properly.  

I had some experience, as remote as it was, by downloading videos and visiting certain sites where I could give myself over to someone else's whim.  I'd been given tasks, custom videos, often with some physical items to help emphasise my place.  But I had never been given the chance to experience it up close. So I decided to change that.

It was any other Thursday afternoon, except if just driven up to a house I'd never been to before, whose owners I'd never met, in an area I had never visited. I knocked on the door.

The door was opened and I was created by the most amazing site.  Kate, or at least that was what she told me her name was, dressed in a sheer black negligee, suspenders, and nothing else.  I was led by the hand into a room and told to sit on the sofa, she would be back soon, she said with a smile.

A few minutes passed and I could hear something coming from the next room, voices, movement, something else.  It didn't take long before I knew exactly what it was, the rhythmic thumping, the muffled moans, eventually even the words became clearer.  She was being made to cum and it was clear that she wanted her mystery partner to cum inside her as she did!  Louder and louder, faster and faster, until eventually a crescendo, her high pitched moans were met by the first sounds that let me know someone else was actually there, the deep grunts as someone else was coming with her.

The sounds subsided and I soon heard the adjacent door opening.  In strode Kate, an urgency in her movements, with her foot pushing my shoulders I was ordered to “lay down, now!”.  In one swift movement I was pushed back onto the sofa as she knelt over my head, “lick me and make me cum, do not stop until you do!”.  Lowering herself onto my mouth.

The sounds of fucking had already stirred something in me, and with such an offer who would ever think more about it other than to bury their face?  It didn't take too long before the implications of her already being wet started to dawn, the fact that her pussy was wide and inviting, the smell of pure sex.  And then the smell turned into a taste.  It was as if she read my mind, the reluctance that was already starting to build, as Kate growled “don't you fucking dare stop!”, pushing herself harder onto my face, making it impossible for me to escape!  I had no choice but to start swallowing…

It almost seemed to me that every time I swallowed Kate would breathe deeper.  As if she knew what I was going through and that she was revelling in every moment.  By the third or fourth time I had to swallow what her partner left for me she was coming, urging me to keep going, until she squirted into my open mouth.

I was still dazed by what had occurred, but it was clear my usefulness had passed.  Me and my clothes covered in cum, spunk and squirt I was told in no uncertain terms it was time to leave.  Ejected from the house I started the short walk back to my car, realising I was going to be tasting all of this for at least the next 60 miles until I was home…