Chapter 2 – going over
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I’m on my way over to him. My heart is racing sort of. We’ve talked about meeting a lot but haven't pulled the trigger on it yet. We’ve talked online a lot while playing games together, flirted a bit and talked about what we enjoy. It seemed like we’d be a good match…

Didn’t realise we were this close, I mean distance wise. Never came up for some reason. But now i’m almost at his door. While my apartment is in a run down old house from the 60s that had mold and in bad need of isolation in a worse part of the neighbourhood, he was in town he said. Living in a nicer area, trees planted along the way I walked, grass walkway sort of in between the streets. Just had to take a buss ride for about 15 minutes. 

Feels like a million thoughts are going through my mind. He’s seen me, he’s clearly attracted to me. I’m in shape, honestly goto say i have perfect boobs in my own opinion at least, but I can’t help but question, what the hell does he see in me? 

I don’t have the best confidence, so i’m probably just doubting myself.

“Who knows.. we’ll see” I said to myself as I kept closing in. 

There it was. The house. His place. It was a normal house, painted white. Black roof tiles. Looked good from the outside, well taken care of or maybe new. A stair up to the door. 

Gulp. What would he think of me in person. 

Oh well. I walked up there, rang the doorbell. 

Felt like forever, the small 10 seconds wait for the door to be opened. Did I fix my makeup okay? Maybe I shouldn't have? Was my dress the right choice? As thoughts flew my mind those 10 seconds passed and the door opened.

There he was. About 185cm tall maybe, I didn't measure, of course could be 190. Huge well trained arms, biceps to die for.. And a well defined, trained chest. He clearly worked out and took care of himself well.. A lot of facial hair, a beard with a moustache, red/brownish i’d say but a bald shaved head. 

I started to salivate when I saw him. Zoned out and stared at him without noticing.

How I'd want him to just... do unspeakable things with me.. God.. 

*flash* what.. Just… Did he? Yes, he took a photo with his phone of me.. 

Hello? Are you okay?" he said, 

“oh, sorry I just.. Nevermind” I said quietly.

" did you just photograph me?"

"any problem with that?" he said and smirked at me. I just.. Well, probably blushed, so I looked down. Hands together behind my back and fiddled with my fingers a bit nervously.

“well, come on in Nana” he said and laughed a bit. I nodded, walked in past him as he moved aside and did a gesture to enter while smiling. I took off my shoes, and he showed me the living room first, big couch, shaped like an L. Somewhere between black and grey in the colour. A TV positioned in front, small white TV table, carpet under, a lighter grey. White walls. That's the thing I automatically registered by looking around. 

He went over to the couch and said "wanna sit down a bit first, watch something or just chat?" 

So nervous… "I don't mind" I said quietly.. 

"well then.." he said as he walked closer towards me. What's he walking over to me for? Is he gonna.. Smack, hand beside me on the wall, arm stretched out. I blink and shrug back a bit, was not ready for that. And smack, the other hand beside me so I'm standing in between his arms that he had put beside me, so I can't go anywhere. At least I couldn't just, spurt off.. Its exciting and scary.. I lean back towards the wall, feel I get all warm and my heart beat rise. 

"what.. What… do you… I mean.. What are you.. Doing…" I said, nervous, quietly, wimpy with a shiver.

“If you don’t want to do what I say, just state clearly that I do not agree, okay?" I nodded.

"I got an idea” he then said. I looked at him a bit confused, but nodded. “yes, okay?”

He went to a desk he had in the corner, opened the drawer and took out a collar. A collar?.. 

“Put this on” he said and handed it to me. I slowly raised my arm and took it. then stood there, looking at it in my hands. So humiliating but.. exciting.. 

“When this is on, it means you want to. You’re gonna obey me, you’re my pet, my slave, my toy, got it?” he said and smiled at me. 

I stared at him. What. This is soooo fucking hot was all I could think of… He pointed at the collar. Oh right. I noticed i had bit myself, stared at it and was salivating.. A good feeling is pulsating through me, I kinda love it. I feel warm, my mind is all blank… I opened the collar and put it on, closing it behind my neck. It wasn’t anything fancy, seemed like a dogs collar he might’ve gotten at a pet shop. But I guess that isn’t important. it’s what it symbolizes. The humiliation, excitement, thrill and that amazing feeling that just wont stop pulsating in me.

“Good girl.” he said as he walked closer to me. He took up his phone and aimed the camera at me.

“Now smile for me bitch.” he said.. I hid my face with my hands and sat down when i saw him taking up the camera. Omg. Is he gonna… This is so embarrasing, awkward, humiliating… I can’t…

“C’mon Nana, remove your hands from your face and smile at the camera.”

But.. It feels so exciting and good.. Should I? Will he end it here if I say no?

“Both you and I know you want it, so c’mon now and be a good little bitch.” he said in a taunting tone. Okay, here it goes then… I’m probably blushing like crazy.. This is the worst humiliation i’ve felt ever… and it.. it… feels amazing… 

I removed my hands as that thought process occurred, trying to force a shy smile at the camera looking only slightly up.

*Flash*. “Good girl" he said and patted me on my head. Then he firmly grabbed my boob with one hand. Squeezed a little. Then he went down under my dress with his hand, I closed my legs together, so I sat with my knees meeting each other pointing out, feet beside my bottom. I put my hands between my legs to block him as well.

"what are you doing..?" I asked shyly.. 

He pulled back his hand. 

"turn around and squat for me." he said. I looked up at him. What. At this point… I want to get praise, but, I'm also a bit curious what he'll do if I just sit here.. 

"didn't you hear me?" he said, sounding a bit annoyed. 

I lowered my head, as if in shame.. Turned around on my knees, and got up in a squat position..

*flash* "good girl" he said again. Then I felt his hand under my dress, stroking me outside along my panties.. 

"w.w..what are you…"

"I can feel the heat from you," he said. I felt embarrassed.. ".. I can't… Help it…" I said quietly, looking down.. I must be blushing.. So embarrassing, humiliating… I just love it… But I can't just say it.. 

"just felt like teasing you. That means You do want it don't you?".. I fell silent and just stood there… slowly sitting down again.. The feelings, they're pulsing through me stronger.. The thrill is amazing and my mind has never been more at ease, just, blank, calm.. He removed his hand. 

*flash* again.. Then… 

" Stand up.” he said as soon as he’d put the phone away.

“what?” I said, i heard him but, It just came so suddenly, in a different tone. he just swapped over kind of. He walked up to me, grabbed my hair and pulled up, and repeated “Stand up.”

I let out a moan, stood up as he’d said with his help pulling me by my hair… He’s so.. It’s just..

"get your arms above your head." he said as he let go of the hair.

"w-what?" 

"you heard me. Get them above your head, wrists crossed towards the wall." 

He said all that in a confident and commanding tone. Feelings racing, it’s like I can feel the blood inside me getting warmer and pulsating harder. 

I slowly raise my arms and cross my wrists above my head. 

“There..” i say quietly. You smile at me. i smile shyly back. Then you grab them tight with your right hand, squeeze 'em together hard enough to make me let out a little moan of pain, i look down on the floor as I realise I just made that sound..

“Oh?” you lift up my head by my chin forcefully. Look at me in the eyes. I turn my head to the side, looking down again. What if i’m blushing? i’m so embarrassed and excited at the same time. You grab my throat, squeeze it a bit and say “Look at me.”

I turn my head, struggle to breathe. this is so damn fucking hot, i think to myself.. 

You kiss me, I struggle to breathe as you do even more, still grasping my throat.

You stop. step back, still holding my wrists together, then go towards the couch dragging me along by my wrists, then you throw me down onto it so I'm landing on my back.

“Let’s teach you who’s boss then shall we?”.. 

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