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When I was 19, I had my first moment of clarity. My first sexual expierences seemed to be lacking something. I gave it a few years, a few different partners, and still something was not right. They boys I slept with in high school were okay, but none really took me where I really wanted to go. I never really knew where I wanted to go until I got there. When I was 17 I started taking out personal ads trying to find an older man, thinking that maybe that was the answer. I had slept with a few older men, and still nothing. Nothing but the empty feeling. I had orgasms, but the emptiness still returned. The week before I turned 19 I had gone to the local coffee shop to meet a man who I had been talking to on the phone. He had called in response to an ad I had placed. I only lived a few blocks away, so I chose to walk to the coffee shop instead of driving. If there was one thing I had learned on this journey of self discovery, it was how to avoid being stalked. It was the middle of October, and it was starting to get cold. I checked myself in the hall mirror as I was walking out the door. I had chose faded jeans, a tank top, covered by a big wool sweater. I was trying not to look too easy. I figured if it didn't work out, at least I did not look that attractive. I shoved my keys and my pepper spray in my purse and took off. As I approached the coffee shop, I saw him. He was younger than I imagined, I would have put him at or around 36. He had told me previously that he was 42. I walked by and pretended not to notice him as I want in for a cup of tea. *quot;Mike?*quot; I asked as I walked by his table. *quot;That would be me*quot; he said in a slightly gravely voice. He handed me an envelope and got up and walked down to his car, got in and drove off. Nice I thought, didn't even get two words out before he took off. I was a little miffed, I mean I am almost 19 years old, what guy his age would not want to take me back to his place for a little play time? I sat down and opened the letter. There were directions to his house, his number and a time set up. The note stated to come by his house, pack enough things for a weekend in, and to park my car on the street. The time was for the following Friday evening. I knew in an instant that I would go. I thought about it all week. I had made a copy of the note, the personal ad, his number and the name he had given me. I locked it in my desk drawer, you never can tell these days. I once again, checked everything in the mirror before I left. I had packed a few of my almanbahis favorite toys, some lingerie and my shower stuff. I was shaking when I pulled up in front of the house, I called the number, he just answered and said the key was under the mat, to come on in, and take the stairs down to the basement, he would be waiting. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I unlocked the door with shaking hands. I stepped inside, and went straight to the stairs. I thought my knees were going to buckle as I walked down the narrow steps. I reached the bottom step he was sitting in a chair reading a book. There was an opera playing in the background. *quot;Hi*quot; is all I said. He put his book down and took my bag. He put the bag on the chair and took my hand. He led me to a couch. He undid my sneakers, took them off slowly. He slowly took off my socks. He stood up, and then quite matter of factly removed my sweater, my t-shirt that was underneath, removed my bra. He did take a few minutes to admire my full breasts. He went next to my jeans and then my panties. I had chosen to wear a matching bra and lacy thong. After he completely undressed me, he took my hand and let me down a hallway to a bedroom. The room was near empty except for a bed, a dresser, a night stand and a chair. Nothing on the walls, and no windows. I was starting to get creeped out a little. *quot;If you could just lay down on the bed for a minute, I'll be right back*quot; he said with a sincere smile. The kind of smile adults only get when they are really excited about something fun. I laid down, made myself comfortable. The room was the perfect temperature, not too cold, not too warm. He returned completely nude. He laid on the bed next to me. *quot;I know what you're going through with the feeling of emptiness. If you can just trust me, I think I can show you what you have been looking for.*quot; He spread my legs and knelt between them. He took a few of the pillows and put them beneath my butt to prop me up a little. He then got up and crossed the room to the dresser. He began collecting some things, I could hear some clanking. He then switched off the lamp. There was a little bit of light, just enough to see coming from the open door. I felt him spreading lube all over me. my pussy, my ass. *quot;Do you trust me?*quot; he asked. I didn't really, but if it led me to the expierience I had been chasing, it was going to be worth it. *quot;As long as you stop when I say, then anything goes.*quot; I could not believe those words left my lips. He had some strange spell almanbahis yeni giriş over me. I felt his hands starting to part my lips, I was instantly wet. His large warm hands carressed my shaved lips. He began to gently tug at my clit. *quot;Okay, hold still.*quot; He said. Spreading my lips wide with one hand, he reached for something that was on the night stand. *quot;Ready?*quot; he asked me. I just moaned. I was so turned on I could not even speak. I had no idea what was in his hand. I was caught up in being so turned on, I started to panic a little. That just made me more turned on, and wetter. I felt him spread my lips very far apart, He had on hand spreading my lips apart so far that I could feel the heat from his hands on my clit. I Felt a sharp, not entirely unpleasant pain on my clit. *quot;Ooooh, what is that?*quot; I asked him. I was loving the pain. *quot;It is an alligator clip. Like a clothespin with teeth.*quot; He said gently. *quot;Is that okay?*quot; All I could do was moan with pleasure. It felt like a permanent bite. I have had men bite my clit before, but this picked up where they had left off. It was heavenly. It hurt, it stung, and it felt good. I felt my pussy aching for him. I wanted to fuck so bad I thought I was going to pass out. I arched my hips towards him. *quot;Not just yet, we have only gotten started.*quot; He told me with a chuckle. I started to pull my lips again. I felt another duller version of the clip that he had placed on my clit. I started to realize that he was placing tiny little clips down both sides of my lips. It felt like close to 5 on each side. They felt small, like little pinches. I thought I was going to cum on the spot. *quot;Not Yet*quot; was all he kept saying. He kept asking me if I wanted him to continue. I just kept moaning and arching my hips up to him. He sat back to admire his handywork. I felt him tugging on the clips a little. I had no idea what he was doing. *quot;Do you want me to bring a mirror for you to see?*quot; I just kept moaning and nodding my head yes. He went down the hall and returned carrying a full size mirror. I placed in at the foot of the bed and adjusted it so I could see. What I saw turned me on so much. He had attached tiny little clips to my pussy lips and then strung them all together with a piece of red thread. My pussy almost looked like it was smiling. He had placed the clips up higher, so he still had access to my pussy and my ass. IT was beautifull. He had tied it neatly with a little red bow. I just wanted to look at it forever. It felt like heaven and almanbahis giriş looked like a piece of art. *quot;I love it!*quot; I blurted out. *quot;Do you want to keep going?*quot; He asked gently. *quot;Want to take a break?*quot; he asked. I just shook my head. He knelt down between my open thighs. All I could see in the mirror was his back. And a towel on the bed. I felt him apply more lube. This type of lube stung for just a minute, and then a very subtle numbing sensation. I felt him caressing my urethrea. He was trying to get his pinky inside. It was stinging like mad. I concentrated on the feeling of the clips, and remembered how beautifull they looked clamped to my pussy lips and tied together with the red string. *quot;Okay, this is going to sting for a minute, so take three deep breaths and exhale through your mouth, okay?*quot; I heard more clanking. I felt him spreading my lips wide, really wide. I took my first deep breath. I felt something cold and hard against my urethra. As I started to exhale out of my mouth, I felt that cold and hard thing pressing a little harder against my hole. I felt a little more stinging lube, and then took another deep breath. This time as I started to exhale I felt the cold hard thing forcing it's way into my pee hole. It was forcing and stinging. It hurt, it was heaven , it was hell, but it was good. As I continued to exhale I felt it go farther into me. It was spreading me apart. I knew it was little, but it hurt so bad. I had never had anything in my urethra before. I was a totally new expiereince for me. I drew in another breath sharply. *quot;Hold your breath.*quot; he stated. *quot;Count to 5, then exhale.*quot; I felt him twisting the metal around and around. It stung so bad. I had counted to 5 and was starting to exhale. I felt the metal go into me as far as it could. I felt something heavy around the opening of my hole. It must be something to keep it from going too far. I was panting at this point. It was more pain than I had ever felt. Though I was beginning to feel a little better. The pain was slowly subsiding into a dull ache. It felt so foreign, but felt so good. I was still breathing hard when I felt him touch the long piece of metal. He had tapped it with something and it vibrated inside of me. I almost lost it then. *quot;One more time?*quot; He asked me as he tapped on the metal. I nodded my head. *quot;This time six deep breaths, exhale through your mouth. On the last three, hold your breath to the count of five.*quot; He instructed. I loved that. I loved how he left me no choice but to follow his instructions. I took my first deep breath. I felt him taking the metal piece between his thumb and finger. As I exhaled I felt him taking it out of me. As he slowly drew it out, I did not feel any pain, just the pleasure of the new experience.