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Chapter 2 The Date
Work was hell. The day dragged as I looked forward to the dinner that
was planned. I thought about where we'd go, what I should order, if I should
offer to split the check, who would drive, and if I wanted him to see my
bedroom.
The day was finally over and I was half way home when the cellphone
rang. I answered while fumbling it.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"On my way home from work." I told him.
"Yeah, but where?" he retorted.
"Umm, just coming up to 14a on the Turnpike." I said as I watched a
plane landing.
"You get off at 15W right?" he asked.
"Yup" I said, trying to sound playful.
"Cool, park in the Kmart parking lot then, I'm picking up a PS2 game,
I'll meet you out front." He said, with little worry that I'd not be willing.
"Umm, Kmart?" I said unsure.
"Yeah, I didn't take your phone number, what would make you think I'd
want to know where you live? When you feel comfortable you'll show me."
"OK" I smiled, "makes sense."
We hung up and in 20 minutes I was waiting for him outside of Kmart. I
felt pretty strange standing out there. I was dressed for work. Wearing a plain
gray business jacket with a matching skirt, and a white blouse.
He came out of the store holding a small bag. Major League 2001 he told
me. He must have been coming home from work too, he was wearing a polo shirt
with khaki pants and Kenneth Cole shoes. My personal favorite. I'm sure he saw
me looking him up and down, but I didn't mind.
"My car is over here" he guided me in the right direction.
He opened the door for me, then closed it once I was seated. We drove
into the next town, taking the main street, which took longer than taking the
back highway. He turned down a small street I had never been down before. We
went about 2 blocks and pulled into a parking lot. I had never seen this place
before, but lived only about 3 minutes away. It was an Italian place, with an
empty bar, and mostly empty seats.
It's Wednesday, you can't even get a reservation on the weekends I was
told. I smiled and nodded as I was led to my seat. I looked over the menu
already knowing I wasn't ready to eat.
A bottle of wine was being ordered. A blush. I like wine but don't know
much about it and am always afraid to ask.
"Know what you want yet?" I was being asked. Something about the night
seemed surreal for some reason.
"No" I answered. "To be honest I'm not even really that hungry yet."
"Oh, you don't eat dinner this early I guess. I like my dinner right
after work, that way the rest of the night is mine." He told me.
We sat in an oddly comfortable silence for a few minutes. It was only
our first "real" date, but somehow I felt so at ease with this guy. He seemed to
just reek of trustworthiness. I decided to take a leap of faith.
"I want to tell you what happened between me and my ex, before this goes
any further." I said, then quickly sipped my wine.
"OK" was all he said.
I fished in my purse for my cigarettes. I never considered myself a
smoker, but recently it seems I've had more and more excuses to light up.
Tonight it was extreme nervousness, bordering on fear.
I leaned closer to him, then looked around. No one seemed to be in
earshot.
"This is going to be very difficult to tell you, I've only recently
admitted it to myself, and the first man I told hated me for it."
"Well I don't know you well enough to hate you for anything, so don't
worry about that." He told me in a reassuring voice.
"Well, I get bored in bed very easily." I sipped "I mean I need" I felt
myself blushing "more than just normal sex."
He smiled, "Well what exactly does more mean?"
I sipped again, took a drag of the cigarette. "Well, for example
blindfolds are nice. It's fun to not quite be sure of what is gonna happen
next."
He smiled the biggest smile I've seen on him up till now. "That isn't so
bad, anything else?"
He wanted more, I was hot, almost sweating. "Well, my arms tied to the
bedposts while I'm blindfolded is good too."
"That sounds like it would take a lot of trust in your partner, wouldn't
it?" he asked.
"Well yeah, I guess that is part of the excitement."
We talked back and forth for a while about this, he had a lot of
questions, but he made sure not to make any of them vulgar. A lot revolved
around trust, and how I decided if I could trust a guy enough to let him tie me
up. The waiter was back, and then sent away, still without our orders. He asked
some more questions, changed the subject a few times, but seemingly only to let
things sink in, then coming back to the topic at hand.
He had taken this much better than my ex. I guess that it's better to
find out what your potential girlfriend likes before the fact than it is to find
out that she doesn't like anything you've done since you started sleeping with
her.
Then it was there. The question I was fearing. "What else?"
"What else?" I asked back.
"Yeah, What else? I don't think he'd have freaked out just cause you
like a little pepper on your food."
An interesting way to put it I thought. "Well how much do you know about
the entire subject?" I asked.
"I know enough I guess." He told me.
"Well, I'd rather not go into details here, and now, but yes, pepper is
good, so is oregano, and crushed red pepper. But I guess if you scale it like
that, I'd probably be happier with ground red pepper, lots of Tabasco chili
peppers, and anything else that might burn your tongue."
"I see." Was all he said.
The waiter was back again, and this time we were ready. He ordered the
backed manicotti and said that he recommends it highly as their best dish. I
decided to take his advice and go against my always on a diet status.
By the time we ordered it was after 7, by the time our dinners arrived
it was 8. Before 9 I was carrying my doggy bag out to his car.
Conversation had been light throughout dinner. I wasn't sure if he was
mad, just thinking, or what. When we got in the car he asked me to come back to
his apartment. I was assured it was to just talk, and maybe play a game of
baseball. He pointed to the disk successfully trying to be cute.
I agreed, but as soon as I did he told me that he wanted to know more
about my sexual habits.
"It'll be easier to talk about in a place where no one can overhear us."
He assured me.
He lived in the next town over, one more town further away from my
apartment and my car. We took the back highway and were there in less than 10
minutes. He showed me in and asked if a coke was ok. It was an soon I had a
glass of it in front of me. The ice mellowed the sweetness and I took a sip. He
excused himself to his bedroom and came out with a pair of sweatpants and a gray
t-shirt in his hands.
Pointing at a door he said, "If you wanna change, the bathroom is right
there. I need to get outta my work clothes. I'll be right back." He handed me
the clothes.
This is the oddest first date I've ever had. I wasn't sure what to do. I
was uncomfortable in my work clothes, but I wasn't sure I'd feel any better in
HIS clothes. I had just met him after all. I decided that what he gave me wasn't
threatening, and felt fairly sure it was done out of thoughtfulness not had no
malicious intent. I went into the bathroom and changed. It felt good to get my
stockings off.
When I came out his bedroom door was open and I could see him sitting at
a desk. He motioned for me to come in. Still carrying my work clothes I stood
next to him. He was getting on the web.
He looked at me, "Oh, want a hanger for those?"
"Umm, no it's ok."
"Well here." He said with his arms reaching for the clothes.
He got up and put them on a chair. He told me to sit in front of the PC
and show him some websites that have the kind of things I like. He said it so
casually, but it embarrassed me anyway. He told me that he wanted to learn about
what I was talking about. He said that it sounded very interesting. I knew then
that this really could go someplace.
After a few minutes on Altavista and Google, I found a site that I had
bookmarked at home. I pointed, then got up, he started reading.
I looked around his bedroom. His apartment was much bigger than mine,
and it was more than obvious only a man lived here. It was neat, but just
overbearingly masculine. He was reading, I wandered around and found my coke, I
took a sip of it. He must have realized I was getting bored and asked if I
wanted to try out the baseball game. "get some practice in before I play him" as
he put it.
I opened the game and loaded it up. I sat on his bed and started a game.
I of course was the Yankees. It was the third inning, the bases were loaded on
Roger Clemins when he turned around to ask if I was submissive, or just liked
bedroom games. I paused the game.
I stuttered back that I was submissive. He only nodded then went back to
reading. In the bottom of the fourth inning he asked if I was a masochist. I
replied that I was not, that I haven't found any pain to be pleasurable. Again
he nodded and went back to reading. In the top of the sixth, he asked if we
could try a few things.
This I had to consider carefully. He obviously had no experience, and I
surely couldn't know I'd be safe. He must have seen my uncertainty, and he
promised to not lay a hand on me, not in a nice way, never mind a not-so-nice
way.
I nodded, but told him that if he makes me feel threatened that I'd be
out of their in a heartbeat. I also reminded him how fast my heart was beating.
He agreed that if I felt like I was in danger I could stop it at any time for
any reason without objection.
"OK, well it says that submissives often like to show their submission
by kneeling for their masters. Is that true for you?" he asked.
"It is to some degree. I'm not a big fan of kneeling, it hurts my knees
after a short time."
"OK, that's fine then, come kneel next to me as I read."
I gulped down the pasty saliva in my mouth and stood up. I walked slowly
to the side of his chair. He watched me intently. I looked down at the floor but
my eyes also found their way to his crotch where I noticed a larger than normal
bulge. I slowly dropped down to my knees. I sat back on my heels with my knees
together and back straight, just as my childhood friend had showed me while at
her traditional Japanese dinner table.
He went back to his reading. My knees began to ache. It wasn't from the
pressure of the floor, that didn't bother me, my own skin seemed to be too tight
to let blood through to my feet. It just couldn't pass my bent knees. I began to
wiggle a little, trying not to let him notice. He did after only another minute.
"you can move around if you want, you can even sit if you like, just
stay on the floor there next to me." He told me just before I was about to
scream from the pain.
"Thanks." I said with relief.
"From now on call me Sir" he said, "It says here Sir or Master is
usually appropriate. I don't think we're ready for master yet though."
I was getting turned on. I'd never met someone like this before. I'd had
"masters" before, at munches and so on. But I guess since none of those people
meant anything to me, it just wasn't as intense. Did this mean that this guy
meant something to me?
I alternated sitting, kneeling upright, kneeling back on my heels for
another 20 minutes as he read. I watched as he went from site to site,
bookmarking some, reading some here and there, and quickly discarding the ones
that were poorly disguised porn sites.
"OK, we have to talk" he said suddenly.
"OK" I said back unsure of what was next.
"Get up, lets go sit at the kitchen table or something." He said
courtly.
At the kitchen table we sat, he thought for a minute, then said, "OK, it
looks like this kind of thing really requires people to be honest and upfront.
That is pretty scary, it isn't often that after a first date you tell the person
how you think you really feel. You kinda push it back some, let things develop.
See where they lead and lie to each other to protect yourself. You put yourself
on the line by telling me that you like this. You trusted me with information
that I assume that you don't tell everyone about. So I'll put myself on the line
this time I'll lay out my thoughts the best I can."
I could only nod, I wasn't sure if I should say anything or just let him
continue. He seemed to be on a roll.
"You're awesome, you like sports, you can hang out at a bar, then be
totally at home in an elegant restaurant. You seem very nice, and I couldn't get
Shawn to tell me anything bad about you. I want to know more about what lies in
that complicated head of yours. I want to see you again. I don't think I want to
not see you."
The only thing that went through my head was, "WOW" he wasn't shittin
when he said he was gonna lay it out.
"It's almost 11:30 so, I could either take you home, and we can let this
hang and build until we see each other again, or what I'd rather, we could both
call out tomorrow and promise to trust each other with our thoughts for the next
24 hours. What do you think?"
Fear, excitement, and arousal pored through my body. They all swept over
me like a thick fog. He smiled nervously across the table as I sat there. I must
have had a dazed look on my face because he asked me if I was OK. I nodded and
sat there for another long 10 seconds before I said anything.
"I think I agree, I'd like to spend some time together and really get to
know you. I think I'd really like that." I said all this thinking that I was
agreeing to sleep with him. I had no idea what he really had in mind.
He let out a sigh, he seemed relieved that I didn't humiliate him by
saying I wanted to get home. He must have figured that the mood needed
lightening because he turned the conversation to baseball, and his new game. We
went in and played a game that he won.
After the game he turned the TV, the game, and the PC off. He turned on
all the lights, which I thought was odd, I was expecting a kiss leading to more.
He had other ideas. He sat on the foot of the bed, then told me to kneel
down in front of him. I moved to do so thinking that he was going to be telling
me to go down on him. It wasn't a scene I like to happen that way, but since he
was just beginning, and trying to figure this out I wouldn't hold it against him
as I might someone who knew more.
"OK, I want you to talk to me, tell me everything that you like, I have
a feeling it's a lot more than you've said so far."
Kneeling, I swallowed hard, it would have been easier to go down on him.
"I don't know everything that I like, I've never had a real opportunity
to find out. I've only had very limited experience. I know that I like to be
told what to do, how to do it. I know that I really liked it last night when you
ordered the drink for me. I know I liked it when you told me to kneel down next
to you while you were reading. This will be hard, give me a minute." I swallowed
again. I kneeled there thinking. How would I say this? "I think that somehow I
like to be humiliated."
He nodded understandingly. He looked at me intently. "Humiliated how? He
asked.
"I don't know for sure, I mean you can humiliate in a lot of ways, I
mean if you say, 'honey please go down on me' that isn't humiliating at all, but
if you say 'get on your knees and give me a blow job' it takes some humility to
not lash out in argument."
He just stared nodding once in a while.
"Telling a friend about something intimate with me standing there could
be humiliating, and so could walking down the street with you holding my leash."
"That is something that you crave for?" He asked.
"Yes sir, I think that might be the biggest part." I told him honestly.
"Is there anything that you want to ask me?" he said.
"No sir, I'm ok right now."
"Do you want to try something now? Or would you rather wait?" he wanted
to know.
"I'd be willing to do something now sir." I answered.
"OK, good, get undressed, then kneel down again.
I think I almost fainted. Everything seemed to go white. I didn't move
for a minute, or what seemed like a minute, maybe it was only seconds. Then I
slowly got up, and stood in front of this man whom I've only known for 2 days. I
lifted his shirt over my head, showing my plain white bra. I looked at him for
approval. He nodded and I reached behind my back and unclasped it. I slowly
brought the straps down off my shoulder to my arms, and let it fall to the
floor.
He smiled at me and nodded again. I tried to smile back through my beet
red face. I don't think it really came through.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
I could only nod at this point.
I pushed the waistband lower, alternating left and right side, trying to
get some kind of sexiness out of my clumsy striping. I let them fall to the
floor and stepped out of them. I wanted to touch my breasts or something, dance
or move in some way, standing there was killing me. I didn't do anything though.
I just pulled my bikini style plain cotton white panties down to my ankles. I
slipped them off and kicked the pile to the side.
It worked, I was humiliated through and through. It wasn't bad enough to
strip in front of him, but I had to do it badly. What a shmuck I am. I got back
down on my knees but wouldn't look away from the floor.
"You did great" He reassured me. "Did that turn you on?"
"Yes Sir, I was loathe to admit.
"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it." He said with a grin ear to ear.
"We left our sodas in the kitchen, why don't you go grab them." He gave
me my first go fetch order.
"Yes Sir" I said getting to my feet.
I walked into the kitchen noticing that all the shades in the house were
open, I didn't think anyone was looking, but should they try, they would have a
clear view of me walking around in my birthday suit.
"How do you feel about name calling" I heard him shout from the other
room.
"I'm not sure" I yelled back as I walked back to his bedroom.
I wanted to be good at something tonight, I placed his soda on the
nearest flat surface to him. I gave him a little curtsey, I wasn't sure why I
did it. I then knelt in front of him with my soda in my hands.
"OK, well I think I like name calling. I think it fits a lot of things
you like, so we'll go with it. From now on you can refer to me as Sir or Master,
nothing else, to no one else, except in business or family. Friends we'll take
on a case by case basis, we'll slowly let them know about you as we think they
can deal with it. You don't HAVE to call me master, I don't expect it until we
both feel that I am actually a master, but you'll call me sir to show your
submission and you place. Understand?"
"I understand sir." I said, "But if we continue along these lines, I'll
be calling you master by the end of the night. It isn't a title about your
skill, but of your place. I am willing to do as you say. Whatever that might
be."
I almost didn't believe myself. I knew I liked to submit, but I've never
talked like that before
He started laying rules down again, "Your name will vary, it might be
whore one minute, cunt another, and sweety, or honey the next minute." He
continued, "I need more time to read and I need to see how good of a housekeeper
you are. So while I research you go see what you can find to clean. It's late,
so no vacume. Start with the bathroom or kitchen I guess."
He kept his place pretty clean, it didn't take much to get it looking
nice. I spent an hour on the two rooms before I heard him calling me. I walked
quickly into his bedroom.
"Yes sir?" I said when I got there.
"I'm getting pretty tired. How about you?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm about out of gas I think." I told him.
"You horny?" he asked almost shyly.
I nodded slowly unsure of myself.
"Me too" He replied.
"Let me see you masturbate." He told me.
I looked at him quizzically.
"Masturbate, it's not that difficult of a concept. Reach between your
legs and stick your finger in." he said somewhat harshly.
"Uhh..Yes Sir" came out of my mouth before my mind registered the
gravity of the situation.
My hand was between my legs they were spread slightly apart. My middle
finger split my inner lips apart releasing the lubricating juices that had been
building all night. It was like a damn that couldn't hold back the water anymore
as my hand was practically washed over with my own lubrication.
I'd never been so wet before. I almost forgot about him staring at me as
I pushed my finger into my vagina. I pulled my finger out, running it up toward
my clit, teasing it, circling it. I looked up at him; I could see a hard-on
under his pants. I let my finger brush against my clit and my knees almost gave
out as a wave of pleasure washed through me. A moan escaped from my throat, much
louder than I expected, I was usually very quiet, especially while masturbating.
My loud moans continued and they would have embarrassed me if it didn't all feel
so good. I pushed my finger back into myself, moving it slowly in and out. My
face contorted and I couldn't look very attractive with my hand between my legs,
my mouth open and the right side of my face crunched up.
I looked with my eyes back up at him. "Please tell me when to come
Master." I said without any real thought process. I had always fantasized about
a man telling me when to and not to come.
He made eye contact quickly, I guess surprised at my wording. He nodded
as he watched. I used my free hand to play with my nipple while rubbing my
clitoris faster and faster. I was close now, I could come at a seconds notice,
but I had to slow it down if I was going to wait for him to give me the command.
I slowed my pace and pushed my finger back and forth slowly, bringing it inside,
then dragging it up and over my clit, then back down and in, repeating this over
and over, wanting to come so badly. With each graze of my clit my left knee got
weaker. I think I was leaning back now, lewdly exposing my pussy to him.
I looked at him with pleading in my eyes.
"Go faster" he said.
I ran my finger over my clit again and again, going faster as he
demanded. Moaning, loudly now. I couldn't help it and it seemed the quieter I
tried to be the louder the moans were.
"Oooohh, Ohhh, Ohhh" I moaned.
"Make circles on your clit, as fast as you can." He told me.
"I'll come master, I won't be able to stop myself." I pleaded.
"Then I guess I'll have to come up with my first punishment for you,
won't I? He said through a smile. "Maybe if you ask nicely to have your orgasm
I'll let you." If I was thinking clearly at the time I would have been surprised
at how fast he picked this up.
"Pleeeease master, please let me come." I managed to say between throaty
sounds.
I was fingering my clit furiously. I was in agony, I needed to come, I
wouldn't be able to stop myself for much longer.
"Pleease master, I beg you I need to come now, please let me pleeeease."
I pleaded again.
"Then moan louder, I want the neighbors to hear you" he almost
whispered.
I let out a cry, the loudest sexual sound I had ever made. It surprised
me, almost as if I'd wanted to let it out the whole time, but something in me
needed permission to make it ok.
My knees were tingling now, numb, it seemed as if the blood couldn't
flow to all the body parts that wanted it in such an excited state. I'd never
masturbated like this before. It was never this intense. I had never wanted an
orgasm so badly.
"Tell me what you would think of a girl you heard about, who on a first date
stood naked in front of him masturbating."
"I'd prolly think she was a slut sir." I said without even a pause.
"Well if that's what you think you are, call yourself that. I want to hear you
say it" He said.
"I'm a slut sir! Please let me come. Please I know I'm a slut, but please let me
come." I would say anything at this point to be allowed to have an orgasm.
"Then come you slut, CUM then!" he yelled.
It was explosive, and it knocked me to my knees. I came almost the second he
said the word, I could hear him calling me dirty names, and with every one it
made it more intense. I was letting out screams that had never been freed
before. I sounded like an animal in heat. I felt like such a whore. I still
heard him calling me a slut, and telling me to rub my cunt; I pinched my nipple
and a screaming moan came out of my slut mouth. I thought of it being filled
with his cock and that brought on yet another wave of the orgasm. I moaned again
and again, with each noise I felt lower and lower. I really was a slut. We
weren't just saying it now, it wasn't just name calling now, it was the truth.
This was the longest most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, but it was almost over,
it was passing, but my heart was still pounding so fast it felt like it would
explode. One last moan escaped from my throat and it was over. I was on the
floor of a man who suddenly seemed like such a stranger. I felt a tear welling
up in my eye and a lump forming in my throat. I was going to cry.
"Come here sweetie, crawl over to me."
I crawled the few feet to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. "I've never
seen anything so sexy in all my life." He whispered in my ear. "You are the most
beautiful and arousing woman I've ever met." He held me tightly, and rocked me
until I stopped crying. "It's ok, It's ok." He kept saying. All of a sudden he
was so nice, so understanding and protective. It felt so good to be in his arms.
I knelt there naked, wet with my own juices with my arms wrapped around his
waist. I didn't understand how I could feel so safe yet vulnerable at the same
time. I think it was at this point it clicked someplace in my head that I would
do anything this man told me to.
I felt better; I never expected that kind of reaction from myself. I'd always
wanted something like that, and when I finally got it, it almost crushed me. He
was still holding me. I wished that he'd kiss me. We haven't even had our first
kiss yet.
"You ok now?" he asked in the kindest voice I ever heard.
"Yeah, I think so." I sniffled.
"OK, I need to go to the bathroom." He said.
I smiled and looked at his crotch, "don't you think you should get rid of that
first master?"
"That was my plan in the bathroom." He said with a sheepish smile.
"May I get rid of it for you master?" I asked sincerely wanting to.
He smiled, and nodded.
He had to stand up to get his sweats off, but he sat back down as I slipped his
fully erect cock into my mouth. I wanted to tease him for a while, show him that
I could give a good blow job, but he came so fast I didn't expect it. I felt hot
streams hitting the back of my throat, he was pushing my head down, gently
though, more of encouragement than force. I pushed my face down and swallowed
him down. I sucked at him as he twitched in my mouth and throat. When he stopped
I looked up, keeping the tip of his cock in my mouth. I heard that guys like to
see their cocks in women's mouths.
He looked down on me, he looked almost sad. He apologized for coming so quickly.
He started to explain how he'd been hard for 4 hours and once he felt me on him
he just exploded.
I looked at him and explained how he never needs to make an excuse or give me a
reason. I explained how after tonight I am his slave, to do with he wants, to
treat how he wants, to use how he wants. I couldn't believe my own words.
We didn't move for a while, I was kneeling and for the first time it didn't
bother me. Eventually he lifted my head up by my chin and kissed me deeply,
softly, so tender, so nice.
That was two years ago. There are so many other stories to tell. I can't wait to
get them all down on paper so I read them when I'm alone and horny.
