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\nWe met online and after a few weeks of back and forth banter the\nmetaphorical feeling out gave way to exchanging phone numbers. Our\nnightly chats on the net then became more intimate affairs, real\nvoices over the phone line. Eventually we agreed to meet face to face\nfor coffee at a little sea side café. The sun was warm, the sky\ncloudless, the birds were chirping and he was the perfect gentleman.\nHe paid for my coffee and the scone I had with it, walked on the road\nside of the footpath when we ventured away from the café to protect\nme from cars splashing through the few puddles that remained from the\nunseasonal overnight rain. All too quickly however our time together came to\nan end, he had to get back to work and I had to get back home for my\nkids. As we headed back toward my car, he took my hand, instantly\nmaking me feel special. \n

\nWhen we reached my car he guided my hand behind my back and held it\nfast at the top of my jeans as he stepped in front of me, then took\nmy other hand and guided it behind my back also. He held them in\nplace with one hand while his other one slid up my back and into my\ntousled hair, gripped firmly and pulled my head back. Instantly a\nshudder ran through me and I went weak at the knees as he exploited\nthe secret I'd confided to him the night before on the phone. His\nlips met mine, plied them with soft tender kisses before his mouth\nhungrily devoured mine in full view of anyone caring to look. As\nurgently and passionately as he kissed me, I kissed him back.

\nWhen the kiss finally broke his hand slipped from my hair and gently\nhe brushed the backs of his fingers along my cheeks.

\n“I'll see you Saturday night,” he said softly as he cupped my\nchin and looked deeply into my eyes. “Until then your fingers are\nto stay out of my pussy,” he then commanded, “Understand?”

\nHis pussy. \n

\nAgain I went weak at the knees as he laid claim to the now tingling\nneedy slit between my legs with words spoken barely loud enough to\nhear. My teeth caught my lower lip and I nodded.

\n“Tell me you understand, my slut,”\nhe commanded, again getting into my head with his choice of words\ncapitalising once more on an admission from the night before.

\n“I understand, sir,” I replied,\nthe honorific sounding as natural as if I'd been saying it for a\nlifetime as it tumbled from my lips.

\n“Good girl,” he smiled warmly\nthen gently kissed me again as he released my wrists.

\nFree again, I kept my wrists were\nthey were, trapped between my lower back and the body of my car,\nwhile my heart raced and my bosom heaved as for a third time he took\nadvantage of a divulged confidence, and referred to me as girl.\nUnresisting I felt his hands\nslide into my jeans and remove my car keys, only daring to move once\nhe unlocked the car and drew open the door. As I took up residence\nbehind the steering wheel, he leaned in and draped the seat belt over\nme, buckled it, then casually stroked his hand across my breasts.

\n“Remember,” he said softly as\nhis hand slid down to my lap then worked between my denim sheathed\nthighs, “My pussy is\noff limits.”

\nI blushed openly, then looked at him\nwith adoring eyes. “Your slut\nunderstands, sir,” I declared, my heart proudly pounding inside my\nheaving bosom.

\n“Journey safely,” he said\naffectionately, then kissed me and closed the door.

\nI pulled into a parking area a few miles from where we'd met, shut\nthe car down, leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, then cast my\nmind back to what had transpired in our all too brief but decidedly\nheady lunchtime meeting. A smile came to my face as I recalled how\neffortlessly he'd assumed control and used what I'd confided to him\nto mould me to his whims. Remaining pure for more than two days would\nbe a challenge, but one I was determined to rise to. \n

\nFor the next two days I'd be His\nobedient slut.

On Saturday night\nI'd be His shameless slut.

\nIn between, I'd walk with my head\nheld high, proud and privileged simply to be His slut.

\n

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