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12/11/2012
She said that she'd read my last story on line and asked if we could meet...
She said that she had a need, a requirement, and thought I might be the person to help...
That's what she said.
I was pretty unaccustomed to such requests, especially the part about the dominant male role, the abuse, the need for her to feel like she was being used and made to feel filthy, with circumstances beyond her control...and all in the realms of a safe environment.
What was I to do, apart from embrace what was an opportunity for me to explore unfamiliar territory? Well, we established a 'safe' password - 'shadow'. I booked a room and we arranged a date. I mean, we didn't even know what each other looked like. There had just been such a directness and intensity in the email exchange that the thing had just....happened.
So there I was, with the excuse of being away from my wife for the night down once again to work. I sat in the arm chair in the hotel room, armed with a large vodka and coke....drinking it quickly, my pulse racing and literally causing my body to shake at the thought of what was about to take place. Time passed slowly, dragging as if in silent slowmotion until the sound of the door knock bounced around the room like a quiet canon firing off on some distant shore.
'No introductions....', she'd said. 'Just be him right from the outset...'.
As I got up from the chair to answer the door I picked up the two strips of cloth I had laying on the bed. They'd been laid out especially, along with a whole bunch of other items that I'd thought really hard about collecting together, which now sat under a towel on the bed.
I pulled the door open, and resisted the urge to say 'shit, you look gorgeous', having never met or seen this lady before. She was gorgeous. The deal had been that we'd both wear our normal clothes, that it would feel like an every day encounter...but she'd cheated and dressed up a little - under her thin outer coat I could see a one piece black dress....not too showey, just really lovely. As an average guy in his 40's, I'd always appreciated natural beauty, believing that all females have a beauty about them...she wore this beauty effortlessly. She took a sharp breath in.
'Hello....', she breathed out, almost a whisper. I came to my senses and remembered our arrangement. I needed to pull myself together an focus. I looked straight into her eyes, fixing her with a stern stare for a moment.
'Come in'. I said sternly. She obeyed and closed the door behind her.
'Remove your coat', She had a small bag with her which she placed on the ground and slipped off her coat, which I took and then threw on the back of a near by chair. I moved close to her face, edging my way around her body as she stood there in the entrance to the room. Putting my lips close to her ear, I whispered 'Do exactly as I say...exactly, do you understand'. She took a deep breath in and nodded. I couldn't see her face from where I stood, just say her long brown hair on her head moving up and down. 'I can't hear you', I said leaning in even closer...
'Yes' she said with a faint voice.
Without moving my head from the short distance to her body, her personal space utterly trampled all over, I said 'Call. Me. Sir....' Another sharp intake of breath from her and she whimpered 'Yes...sir'....
I came around to the fron of her once again and told her to remove her dress which she did obediently with ease, to reveal everyday, simple underwear, with her lower section covered in tights. Fixing her full on again as she kicked her dress to one side I issued the next order...'Kneel'.
She bowed her head slightly then slowly doubled up and pulled her knees, lightly pushing through her tights, infront of her, sitting back on her calves.
'No...kneel up', I said firmly. She complied. 'Close your eyes...'. and with that I took one of the strips of cloth and tied it around her head, pulling tight around the back, causing her to jump. I then came pulled her hands infront of her and bound them also with the second strip, using just enough force for her to know that I was very much in control...
Would you like to hear more???
She said that she had a need, a requirement, and thought I might be the person to help...
That's what she said.
I was pretty unaccustomed to such requests, especially the part about the dominant male role, the abuse, the need for her to feel like she was being used and made to feel filthy, with circumstances beyond her control...and all in the realms of a safe environment.
What was I to do, apart from embrace what was an opportunity for me to explore unfamiliar territory? Well, we established a 'safe' password - 'shadow'. I booked a room and we arranged a date. I mean, we didn't even know what each other looked like. There had just been such a directness and intensity in the email exchange that the thing had just....happened.
So there I was, with the excuse of being away from my wife for the night down once again to work. I sat in the arm chair in the hotel room, armed with a large vodka and coke....drinking it quickly, my pulse racing and literally causing my body to shake at the thought of what was about to take place. Time passed slowly, dragging as if in silent slowmotion until the sound of the door knock bounced around the room like a quiet canon firing off on some distant shore.
'No introductions....', she'd said. 'Just be him right from the outset...'.
As I got up from the chair to answer the door I picked up the two strips of cloth I had laying on the bed. They'd been laid out especially, along with a whole bunch of other items that I'd thought really hard about collecting together, which now sat under a towel on the bed.
I pulled the door open, and resisted the urge to say 'shit, you look gorgeous', having never met or seen this lady before. She was gorgeous. The deal had been that we'd both wear our normal clothes, that it would feel like an every day encounter...but she'd cheated and dressed up a little - under her thin outer coat I could see a one piece black dress....not too showey, just really lovely. As an average guy in his 40's, I'd always appreciated natural beauty, believing that all females have a beauty about them...she wore this beauty effortlessly. She took a sharp breath in.
'Hello....', she breathed out, almost a whisper. I came to my senses and remembered our arrangement. I needed to pull myself together an focus. I looked straight into her eyes, fixing her with a stern stare for a moment.
'Come in'. I said sternly. She obeyed and closed the door behind her.
'Remove your coat', She had a small bag with her which she placed on the ground and slipped off her coat, which I took and then threw on the back of a near by chair. I moved close to her face, edging my way around her body as she stood there in the entrance to the room. Putting my lips close to her ear, I whispered 'Do exactly as I say...exactly, do you understand'. She took a deep breath in and nodded. I couldn't see her face from where I stood, just say her long brown hair on her head moving up and down. 'I can't hear you', I said leaning in even closer...
'Yes' she said with a faint voice.
Without moving my head from the short distance to her body, her personal space utterly trampled all over, I said 'Call. Me. Sir....' Another sharp intake of breath from her and she whimpered 'Yes...sir'....
I came around to the fron of her once again and told her to remove her dress which she did obediently with ease, to reveal everyday, simple underwear, with her lower section covered in tights. Fixing her full on again as she kicked her dress to one side I issued the next order...'Kneel'.
She bowed her head slightly then slowly doubled up and pulled her knees, lightly pushing through her tights, infront of her, sitting back on her calves.
'No...kneel up', I said firmly. She complied. 'Close your eyes...'. and with that I took one of the strips of cloth and tied it around her head, pulling tight around the back, causing her to jump. I then came pulled her hands infront of her and bound them also with the second strip, using just enough force for her to know that I was very much in control...
Would you like to hear more???
Poster:
Zachery L
