6: Meeting a Red Panda

This story is presented in two editions, one written by myself, and one written by the subject of the story. My version includes the hotel afterwards, whereas her version focuses on her feelings in the airport. But I love both versions and think they make a great pair.

My version

She met me at the airport just like she’d promised. I hadn’t been expecting the little cat ears she was wearing, or the phone held above her head scrolling my name. Those were cute touches. The flight had been dull, as flights should be. (An interesting flight, is a bad flight.) But it was worth it to see her there. She took off the ears and looked super shy as I approached her. It wasn’t like she had any doubt who I was, I stood a head taller than most anyone else in the airport, and not a lot of gingers in Singapore really.

Hugging her, I was a little surprised, as she was shorter and smaller than I’d expected. But damn was she hot. I could hardly wait to fuck her.

To try and ease her into the visit a bit, and because it’d been hours since I’d had some, we set about finding some coffee in the airport. I wasn’t entirely sure if she was going to speak or not. Didn’t really matter, in less than an hour I’d have my bare cock inside her whether she spoke or not, and she knew it. We’d actually discussed if it would be more fun to not let her speak until after I’d fucked her. (But I was worried she’d freak out, so decided to talk to her in the airport after all.) But in the end, we did make some conversation. She handed me a local transit card. It even had a cute sticker on it with a joke about kittens and coffee. Pussy and coffee… she knew me well. I sent her to get the toast and coffee from the counter when it was ready. She was a little surprised, but did it eagerly. Her first little physical act of submission to me.

Soon enough we were checking into the AirBNB. Smaller than I had expected, but it had a bed, and that’s what I wanted right now. Pushed the girl down onto her knees and she melted beautifully. Unbuttoned my pants, watching the look in her eyes of hunger, and a little fear. Once she had my cock in her hands though, she was a girl on a mission. She wanted that cock, and she wanted it down her throat. She was good too. A hungry slut, eager for what she needed. It caught her off guard when I slapped her, but she liked it, and I did it a few more times. But I wanted more.

I pulled her up and pushed her back onto the bed. Her pussy looked amazing. Tiny, with the beautiful dark edges that Asian girls always have. I slammed into her. Her bare pussy gripped me and she looked like the happiest girl in the wold as I took her, hard, fast, deep. Feeling that pussy on me was amazing. Her small waist fit in my hands perfectly. Her breasts the perfect shape and size as I held them. Knowing my precum was mixing with her juices as I pounded into her. It had been a while, and I needed to consume her. No concern for her enjoyment, but she clearly came many times around me. Later I’d take the time to fuck her completely into a puddle. But this time, I needed this for me. She liked being used hard. She needed this as much as I did. Too much time as someone’s vanilla partner, she needed to be used like a slut, a whore. That was her true calling. And to be used as such, finally, left her cumming pretty much nonstop.

A couple positions later, and a minor break to remember to turn the AC on, I could feel the end approaching. I roared as I filled her the first time, her pussy milking every drop from me. It was a huge load, overflowing her and coating her pussy inside and out. I made sure to take a souvenir photo of that beautiful, cum-smeared pussy Afterward she would coat her fingers with my cum and then lick them clean, desperate for my taste as well. But as I looked over her glazed sex, and panting from exertion, all I could think was one word…

Mine.

Her version

Editor note: The following in the Red Panda’s version of the same events, written by her a few weeks later.

Toys! A cabinet full of toys. That’s what drew me to him. An experienced Dom that seems to know what is he talking about. This is a small kik group doesn’t have many members with experience, if any. His arrival brought a new dynamic to the group as well as caught my attention.

Picking up my courage, I decided to pm him. (with some element of boredom too). I wasn’t expecting much, like most Dom, I thought it’s either going to be a small decent chat or a full blown guided masturbation. I would be fine with either one. To my surprise, it’s a really good chat and he did not try to get me naked at all; for quite a while at least. Slowly but surely, he enticed me, ensnared me, pulling me deep into his cave.

It’s was a slow process, from me being curious to me being his sub. I can’t remember when did it start, when did I start submitting to him. It took awhile but it was very natural, it felt right and was not met with much resistance from my heart. I accepted his dominance over me. Of course there are a lot of issues: especially that we are almost 9,000 miles away and me being in a vanilla relationship. So, I suggested for him to give me 2 months to settle what’s needed before I would even meet him.

And so… 2 months later, he is here. In this little tiny island. To say I was nervous was understatement of the centuries. I went out early to get myself waxed. My Owner enjoys it bare. Then I waited in the airport for hours, telling myself that I am not going to back out, that I am going to meet my Owner. He had asked for a picture of me so he could spot me once he arrived, but I wanted to surprise him, hence furry cat ears. It’s embarrassing and humiliating to wear it while waiting at the arrival hall. But the thought of surprising him won over the embarrassment.

So I waited with the self consciousness due to the cat ears and my nervousness of meeting my Dom for the first time. At last, he appeared at the arrival hall. (First thought: He is freaking tall!) He walked slowly towards me with a smile on his face. I was so excited and nervous. I did not dare to stare at him for too long and definitely thought of running away. But its too late, he saw me and walked towards me. If I were to run, he would definitely chase after me. So, planted my feet on the spot, waiting for my predicament.

Would he like how I look? What about the cat ears? What if he decided not to want me? He is freaking huge! Cute hair. I need a hole…

My mind was going at 1,000miles/hr, then it stopped. He reached me, standing in front of me and hugging me tight. Grabbing my hair, scratching my head and kind of purring. My world stopped. Nothing matters at that point of time. Only my Master, his body warmth, his smell, he existence. I was Owned.

He hugged me for awhile until I came back to earth. We did talked about the scenario about our first meeting before his arrival and I proposed that we should not speak a word to each other until he fucked me. Of course he did not follow that scenario and keep asking me questions. So, I spoke; or answered his questions. (She also said this might freak her out, so I chose to talk to her vs. risk having to chase her through the arrivals hall. –Me)

We then went to a local cafe and he ordered some toast with coffee. When the order ready, he pushed the buzzer to me and signaled me to bring the food from the counter to him. That’s the moment it hit me that I was a slave now. His slave, his property and I was to serve him. I was surprised and stunned for a moment before I got up to get his food. My very first physical act of submission to my Owner. I was kind of happy to be able to do it for him and it sealed the deal. I am his, his sub, his pet, his slave. A very willing slave.

It shifted my world since then, and especially after he took me back to the room and fucked me in to a puddle. But that’s a story for another day.