BDSM Blog Part 3. You pole yourself with a dildo!

BDSM Blog Part 3. You pole yourself with a dildo while I piss in your mouth.

English/Dutch translation at the bottom of the page.

For the first time in my life, I made a sex video for someone. Indeed, a squirt movie. For Boss. Who I have so far only spoken to via Messenger. And whom I have since been stringing along for six weeks because I am trying to lose a few more kilos before I meet him for the first time.

And then Boss is fed up. One Monday morning when I am just sitting at home working behind my P.C. he sends me a message.

"It's done waiting," reads the message on the screen of my phone.

I flinch. This sounds decided.

"You go and fill up your bath now. I will ring your doorbell and you will open naked. I am going to examine you, then you will take your bath with me and do as I say."

My heart beats in my throat. Opening naked. The words reverberate in my head. Naked... opening...

Over the past few weeks, I have worked really hard on myself resulting in almost seven kilos of weight loss by now and a slightly tighter body but it is nowhere near what it should be.

Besides, no one has seen me naked for the past 15 years anyway. I feel more vulnerable than ever, the threshold is huge.

"I feel vulnerable, Boss," I say in all honesty.

"You are not vulnerable with me," it suddenly sounds a little sweeter.

I believe him. Boss is my boss. Although I really want to feel safe with him, it all takes some getting used to.

"I'm going to drive now. See you soon."

No idea where he lives, only that it is about half an hour's drive for him.

Nerves are coursing down my throat. I am going to see him. And he me. After six weeks of daily contact, now it's really going to happen.

Ik loop naar de douche en zet de badkraan aan. Flink wat schuim erin, lekker. Het scheelt dat hij geen lingerie of andere speciale kleding wenst, nu heb ik alle tijd om aandacht te besteden aan mijn haar en make-up. Ook al gaan we straks in bad en zal er weinig van over blijven, ik wil er op mijn mooist voor hem uit zie als ik straks de deur voor hem open doe.

Whorish, is all I think. He wants me hoarse. Red lipstick, black rimmed smokey eyes, quite a bit of mascara and a touch of rouge. A few drops of sultry perfume behind the ears and between the breasts finishes it off. And then it's waiting for what's to come.

When the bathtub is full and the whole bathroom smells deliciously of the fresh bath foam, the bell rings. My heart skips a beat. Be cool, I moon myself. Be cool!

Before letting him in, I peek through the peephole in the door. There he stands. My Boss. Even more handsome than in the picture. And how big he is. And wide!

Stark naked, I open the door for him.

Boss raises his eyebrows approvingly, forces his way straight in and closes the door behind him.

We say nothing, just look at each other. Suddenly, he grabs me by my chest with one hand and starts tonguing me fiercely. With his other hand, he kneads my buttocks. Willingly, I kiss him back. Fiercely, deeply, passionately.

Then I feel down below his intrusive fingers purposefully entering. One finger, two, three...

"Hmmmmm.... Nice wet pussy."

Promptly, he stops kissing. He grabs me by my long hair, pulls away from me and looks at me from head to toe with a critical eye.

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