Exposed For All – By Amber

Yes I am 20, yes I am still a virgin, even now. Get over it. I have some wild fantasies though. I contacted the owner of this website, Master H about my fantasies. He asked me to write down in a story, my perfect session. So here it is, don’t judge me.

How it would begin

As I climbed the winding path towards the abandoned church crowning the hill, a sense of exhilaration mingled with nerves coursed through me. Here I was, 20 years old, a good girl, a bloody virgin, about to meet a stranger I’d enlisted to inject some excitement into my life.

The chilly wind whipped strands of hair across my face as I finally reached the designated spot behind the church. With trembling fingers, I secured the blindfold tightly around my eyes, willingly surrendering to the unknown. Darkness enveloped me, intensifying the anticipation pulsing through my veins as I awaited Master H’s arrival, uncertain of what lay ahead.

When I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, my heart leaped into my throat. Was it him, was it one of the many tourists or dog walkers I had seen on my approach? The tension mounted until a commanding voice shattered the silence.

“Hello, Amanda. I’m glad you could make it,” he greeted, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m a little nervous,” I admitted, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

“That’s perfectly normal, Amanda. What is your safeword?” he inquired, his tone gentle yet firm, instilling a sense of reassurance in the unfamiliar territory.

Recalling our prior conversation, I responded confidently, “My safeword is ‘radish.'”

“Perfect, Amanda,” he acknowledged. “If you say that safeword again, this session will end instantly. I will not be upset or angry. This is your session, and you are in full control. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master H,” I replied promptly, my voice steady despite the fluttering of nerves in my chest.

“I am going to guide you from here into the main part of the church. Don’t worry about anyone else around; they won’t care,” Master H assured me, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of my swirling nerves.

With a firm grip on my elbow, he spun me around several times, disorienting me momentarily before leading me towards the entrance of the church.

Amidst the sounds of families exploring the ruins, dog walkers passing by, and tourists chatting nearby, I couldn’t help but wonder what they made of the scene before them—a blindfolded girl being led into the church by a stranger.

“We are in front of the old stone altar, right in the centre of the church,” Master H informed me, his voice echoing in the abandoned building. “I’m going to secure you to it, like a sacrifice to the gods. But first, remove your clothes, girl.”

As he ordered me to undress, a shiver of both excitement and nervousness cascaded down my spine. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of myself, but Master H’s authoritative tone had left me with no option but to want to comply. With trembling fingers, I awkwardly began to peel away each layer of clothing, removing my top and jeans to expose the delicate lace of the new lingerie I had purchased just for this occasion. The fabric felt foreign against my skin, a stark contrast to the plain cotton bras and panties I usually wore. Yet, despite my lack of experience, there was an undeniable thrill in the air as I exposed myself to Master H. I wondered if he noticed the effort I had put in, from the new lingerie to the hair removal between my legs.

The cool air brushed against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine and heightening my senses as I stood naked before him, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.

With a firm yet gentle touch, Master H guided me to the remnants of the stone altar, where he pushed me back onto its surface. His hand rested just above my now completely hairless mons, radiating an electrifying anticipation.

No man had ever touched me down there, not even as close as Master H was now. I had already given him permission to touch my body. Despite the vulnerability of the situation, I trusted him implicitly. His adherence to the no-sex rule provided a sense of security amidst the uncertainty, allowing me to surrender to the moment without reservation, as safe as one could be in such an intimate encounter with a stranger.

“Spread your arms and legs out, girl,” he commanded. This was it—the most vulnerable I had ever been, the most exposed, the most excited. I wondered if he could see just how excited I was as I obediently spread my legs for him.

I felt the ropes tightening around my wrists, anchoring them securely above my head and to the sides. Then, he shifted his attention to my ankles, fastening the ropes before lifting them upward, spreading them wide apart, each tethered to the sides of the altar, behind my head. This caused my back to arch and my hips and ass to lift off the stone slab, completely exposing me to Master H and anyone else looking.

The position was uncomfortable, almost painful, but the sensation only added to the intensity of the moment, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. I could feel the cool air kissing my exposed skin, heightening my awareness of every touch and movement. And I swear, you would be able to see my pussy dripping right now, a testament to the overwhelming arousal coursing through me.

“Very flexible, girl,” he complimented me, his voice resonating from somewhere near the base of the altar.

As he reached out and laid his hand directly on my pussy, his fingers sending shivers down my spine, he remarked, “Very wet as well, and quite tight. A virgin, I’m guessing, huh, girl?”

I hadn’t disclosed that secret even to my closest friends. The fact that I was a virgin was something I guarded with utmost privacy. Yet, he had discerned it just from a touch, without even penetrating me, though at that moment, I wouldn’t have objected if he had.

“Very wet indeed. I think it’s time I leave you for a while,” he remarked, pressing his wet fingers into my mouth. It took a few seconds for me to realize I was tasting myself, another first. “Don’t go anywhere now, will you?”

“What if someone sees me?” I asked, the fear evident in my trembling voice.

“You have the power to stop this at any time, girl,” he reminded me gently. “Just use your safeword, and I will end the session immediately. But I don’t think you will,” he replied, patting my sopping pussy before he left me.

With the taste of myself lingering in my mouth, he departed, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.

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