My first submissive experience [FM] | 2016

I was 18, and I met him online. He was quite a bit older than me...maybe 27. Just that alone turned me on. We talked beforehand about what we wanted to try, limits, etc., for quite some time before we actually met. We met twice, both times in the park that was just five minutes from my house.

The first time, it didn't take long for us to get turned on by each other. I had told him how much I absolutely loved sucking cock, and once we walked to a darker corner of the park, he took me by the hair and ordered, "Get on your fucking knees and suck me off."

I obeyed, and stared at him as he unzipped his pants and held his cock in front of me. I moved to use my hands and he slapped my face. "Did I tell you to use your hands?" I looked up at him and shook my head, feeling my cheek stinging from where his hand was. I leaned forward and took as much of him into my mouth as I could--I wasn't as...adept as I am now at deepthroating, and he could tell, so he gave me a hand. He put his fingers in my hair, gripped tightly, and forced my mouth down the length of his shaft. My eyes widened and started to water, because it was the first time I'd ever had a cock that deep in my throat. I gagged, but I learned how to control as much of that reflex as I could pretty quickly.

Then he started to face-fuck me. I started rubbing my aching clit--I had never been so turned on before. Being in public, and being used like this was exactly what I wanted. He kept pulling my head back and forth, sometimes lingering when he pulled me all the way back. I would move forward, tongue out, trying to reach his cock, looking up at him and begging, "Please, keep fucking my face."

I don't think he had noticed that I was playing with myself the entire time, since it was so dark, but he finally did when my moans were getting louder and more frequent. He was not very impressed. He pulled me up by my hair, and bent me over the bench that was beside us. I was wearing a short skirt with a thong underneath, and he lifted up my skirt exposing my bare ass. He placed his hand on my ass, making me shiver because I knew that was coming.

He bent down and whispered in my ear, "Did you think that tonight was about you? No. Tonight is about you worshipping my cock. You don't get to cum tonight." And with that, he slapped me HARD, five times. And when I say hard, I mean I had a bruise on my ass for the next week. But I fucking loved every second of it. I love feeling a man's hand on my ass.

I think that sent him over the edge, because he pushed me to my knees again, and started jerking his cock furiously in front of my face. I looked up at him, my mouth open and ready to receive his cum. This was a first for me too--having someone cum on my face--and I moaned when I felt it hit my lips, cheek, and drip down my chin. I loved how warm it felt, and I could tell that he loved the sight of me covered in his cum. I felt like such a fucking slut.

I cleaned myself up before we left the park, and we talked about what was going to happen the next day that we met. He handed me a collar, and told me to put that on when I came to meet him tomorrow.