After that night she was never satisfied with vanilla relationships and was now seriously looking for more. I also have had D/s desires from a ...ery early age. Oddly enough, when I was young I used to dream about rescuing the tied up princess’ from the bad guys, without really understanding that the tied up part was more important to me than the rescuing. The first girl I had a D/s relationship had started off on the night I met her by telling me that her father had spanked her as a. My phone was buzzing at my feet and I was beginning to feel his balls tighten. I wanted more; I wanted sex, against that wall, right then and there. I looked up at him with wide eyes and asked him if he would like to fuck my cunt. His response ‘Yes, but not here like this... I want to get you into my big bed and take you all night’. Damn him for tempting me with more than a five minute shag. I responded by getting hold of his cock again, massaging the base with my fingers and sliding around. I pulled in at a gas station to get her a cup of coffee. "Stay in the car," I told her. There was no response.When I slammed my door as I got back in, she sat up. I gave her the coffee and she took it. She already seemed better. We drove some more."So talk to me," I said. "How come you were drinking tonight?" Carl Noyes gave me a ride home from school. He asked me out for later. He had a six pack when he showed up. We went to the lake and drank it. When I didn't want to let him fuck me, we went. ”“Honey, I can’t take anymore right now. I need a break, and I’m a mess.” “No. Go to the bathroom and clean up. I’m going to change, and when you hear the bedroom door close, change again. This time say Chris.”“But…”“No buts. Trust me.”I didn’t say anything. I struggled to get up and went to the bathroom. I nearly fell when I first got on my feet and my huge boobs shifted. I reminded myself never to say Tiffany again. I sat on the toilet and felt him leak out more as I pushed. I sat there for a.