My Monster

Chapter 2

So it was the 3 ^rd Wednesday of the month which meant after work, I'd go home, freshen up and head out to our local munch. I enjoyed the gatherings very much but I'd caught the attention of a particular Domme that had me in her sights. She was an attractive woman, about 25 years old with blonde hair and brown eyes. I could tell she was developing an interest in me because what was once and infrequent hello, had quickly become a mandatory grope of my behind every time we'd greet each other. Her name was Karen and she was relatively new to the scene. I'd learned that she was engaged to be married, and I remember wondering to myself why she was at munches exploring her sexuality if she was happy with another man. She explained to me that an ex boyfriend of hers had turned her onto the scene by accident. She told me a story of how one evening, she'd gone to her boyfriends house to meet with him after work so that they could spend a nice evening together, perhaps at a favourite restaurant. To kill some time while she waited for him to get ready, she sat at his computer and surfed the net. Not thinking, she clicked onto his favourites folder and was presented with a secret that her boyfriend had been keeping from her for the 2 years that they'd dated. The folder contained a plethora of kinky sex websites, dealing with dominant females. As she scrolled through each site, flipping through page after page of leather clad, whip wielding women, standing tall over subservient men, kneeling naked at their feet, she became enraged with disgust. Disgruntled she turned it off and left his apartment brimming with anger. She explained to me that the mistrust was something she could not overlook, and the perverted likes of this man was too much for her to handle and they split. As time went on she couldn't help wonder about the images she'd seen on her ex's computer. She spent some time online researching what she'd later found out to be BDSM. Mildly intrigued she became a regular at our monthly gatherings and sought to learn more, but managed to get on with her life in finding a trustworthy vanilla partner.

For me, there was no secret that I had pent up years of sexual frustration at the hands of being different. Being able to express myself as a submale was something that I was longing for indeed, but didn't know exactly how it would become a reality for me. Prospective play with Karen did excite me very much, but for some reason the red flags were telling me play with her would be unfulfilling.

Cleaning up my desk at the end of the day, I gathered a few things and headed for the parking lot. Along the way I passed the water cooler and there stood Lucy, chatting to a colleague about relevant company business. As I approached her she was in full view, and I took notice that she'd changed her heels since I saw her at lunch. She'd changed into a pair of very cute flats; in fact, they almost lacked the "down to business" attitude that she normally projects. They were pink, patent, and had a playful white flower design on the straps that criss-crossed her toes. I walked by her maintaining eye contact in case she looked my way. Interestingly enough, she tended to ignore me outside of our daily lunchroom date, and today was no exception. As I passed her she had no idea I was even in the room, in fact we almost brushed shoulders as I strolled by.

At home, I tossed my keys on the counter, checked my messages on the machine of which there were always none, and headed for the shower. I turned on the water and let it run. On a good day it took a good five minutes for hot water to reach me in my crappy little apartment so I used the time to pick out something nice to wear to the munch. Naked, I slipped into the steam filled bathroom, adjusted the water temperature and climbed in. I stood there with the water beating on my shoulder blades, letting the pulses wash away the days stresses. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, slowly letting the spray overcome my head and run over my face. Taking some deep breaths my mind wandered and images of Lucy began to surface. I pictured myself naked and serving her lunch, with a protocol that she expected of me. After, as she ate, I'd be kneeling beside the table with my head lowered, and as a playful gesture, she'd often place one foot in my lap, knowing that the shoes she had on were driving me crazy. Her perfectly manicured toes wiggling in my lap would be so close to me, yet my clasped hands in the small of my back would be so far away. Standing in the shower, I pleasured myself to the thought, and had an orgasm with the vigor of a sixteen year old boy. Snapping out of what had just happened I almost lost my balance and fell. With that I opened the window for some fresh air, finished with my shower, toweled off and proceeded to get dressed.

I chose a pair of black jeans and a red short sleeve shirt that showed off my farmers tan I'd worked so hard on. I recall the days of college, when every waking moment was spent with friends at the beach, and our tans were something from a Coppertone commercial. Being caught up in school and then a career, I've almost forgotten what sand feels like on the bottom of my feet. Finally, brushing the days coffee out of my teeth I was off.

The munches were held in a little obscure bar called "The Heuther" in an artsy part of town. Weekends the bar was filled with Birkenstock wearing students, sampling home made micro-brews and reciting original works of poetry. Weekdays the place was relatively dead so our once a month gatherings were always received with a warm welcome from the owners. Extra staff was always brought in and food specials were often tailored to our tastes. It was funny to watch new staff members suddenly realize what our group was all about, especially when you'd see the more seasoned staff whispering our secrets into the ears of the novices. The reaction was always the same, their jaws would drop, then they'd look around the room in almost a quiet disbelief and wonder how such a normal looking crowd could be so devious behind bedroom doors. I swear some of the waiters were closeted submissives because once they were in the "know" they'd often fumble trying to get a Domme's order right.

Walking in I was delighted to see that Kelvin and anne were already there. I shook a few hands and proceeded to join them. They were a wonderful couple. Kelvin and anne had met online and were a perfect match in every way. Both had previous experience with bdsm but had suffered with past kinky relationships that were not fulfilling. Their experience in the lifestyle was refreshing to me and talking to them really helped me put these strange feelings inside of me into perspective and with some normality too. I'll tell you the only thing worse than feeling different your whole life, is feeling different and alone. Meeting up with Kelvin and anne at munches I'm sure was saving me hundreds of dollars in therapy.

It wasn't long before Karen spotted me and approached the table. I stood to greet her out of respect and politeness. Even though we'd only really seen each other at munches, she felt comfortable enough to hug me and of course not leave out the customary grope of my ass. As we embraced I felt her hand wander into the cleavage of my behind. I then stood to her side so that she could say hello to Kelvin and anne. While she was talking to Kelvin, I remained beside her and waited for a good moment to sit back down without interrupting. While I waited, I could feel Karen's hand still exploring my behind with a gentle touch. In fact, she'd moved her fingers even lower and was rubbing around my inner thigh. Her conversation with Kelvin continued and I was frozen in place. My legs actually began to burn a little as the long day had taken it's toll on me. Karen's lingering fingers brushed at the bottom of my scrotum and it started to feel very good. She knew exactly was she was doing and I was trying hard to remain focused and interested in the conversation. Truthfully, all the sounds in the room started to blend in with each other and I could do nothing but concentrate on Karen's touch.

"…. Alex… Is that okay with you?" Kelvin said.

"Oh, sorry Kelvin, I was zoned out there for a second, is what ok?" I replied

"That we all share a platter of wings," he repeated.

"Oh yes that's fine with me of course. Karen would you like to join us?" I asked.

"Yes I would Alex, and if you'd been paying attention, you'd know that I've already been asked," she said sternly but with a sly grin on her face.

"Oh, forgive me Ma'am," I said in a low voice.

Yes I had let "Ma'am" slip out. It was an unconscious reply that slipped through my lips before I even had a chance to stop it. Karen noticed it too and underneath her stern look, seemed a little pleased that I had used it.

We sat and enjoyed the evening together the four of us, talking about life, kink, relationships. The whole time Karen sat across from me, she had placed her foot on top of mine. At first, I though perhaps she just mistook my foot for the table leg but as the night rolled on it became clear she knew what she was doing. There was constant pressure and there was no way for me to remove my foot without Karen noticing. Even though the munch was a social gathering with no scening allowed, Karen's foot on mine was a constant reminder that she had some sort of control over me. If I wanted to leave the table, I was forced to appeal to her first. Also, it quickly became obvious that I had to go to the bathroom. The two beers I had with the wings had gone right through me. Not being able to move my foot, or even know what was expected of me if I had to leave the table, I sat patiently.

"Alex," Karen said looking right at me, "do you have to go to the bathroom?"

"Umm… yes I do." I squeaked out

"I thought so," she said, "you've been bouncing your other foot for the last ten minutes now. If you must relieve yourself all you had to do was ask."

I nodded in acknowledgement, pushed my chair back and was about to stand up, when I found that Karen's hold on the top of my foot did not yield. In fact she applied more pressure and looked me right in the face. Her expression had a sort of "what did I just tell you?" kind of look. The kind of look a Mother gives a child when she's already told him three times that she won't be buying that toy he's holding in his hand.

A little confused, I looked back at Karen and sat still in my seat. Kelvin and anne had stopped talking and were watching the dynamic that was flying around the table between Karen and I. I paused a second to look at Karen's eyes that were staring right at mine.

"May I go to the bathroom please?" I asked Karen

"May I go to the bathroom please WHAT, "she queried.

Quickly realizing what she was implying, I corrected myself,

"May I go to the bathroom please Ma'am?"

"Yes you may." She said smiling.

I looked at Kelvin and anne, and they too had a sly smirk on their faces. I suppose I was learning. Karen then took her foot off of mine and I was about to get up, when I realized I had a raging erection. What could I do? All eyes at the table were on me, and my bladder was starting to count down to zero. With that I got up, and Karen was looking right at my pants. So much for wondering if anyone would notice.

In the bathroom I relieved myself and then took a handful of cool water to splash my face with. As the water ran down my flushed cheeks, I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed I was shaking uncontrollably. It was like I had ten too many cups of coffee. Pausing, I took some deep cleansing breaths, wiped my face, and went back to the table.

The evening was winding down, and admittedly I was getting tired. Karen didn't continue with the little game she was playing with me under the table and I managed to suppress my shakiness. Checking our watches, we said our goodnights and all went home.