I travelled the 40 minutes down the motorway in a level of anticipation I hadn't expected. The question of should I? or shouldn't I? kept repeating itself in my head, but here I was in the final few minutes of the journey. I parked my car at the park and ride car park and took my place on the waiting train for the city centre. The butterflies in my stomach getting worse as the train rumbled its way along the track. As it pulled into the station, everyone bustling to get off, yet again I wonder have I made the right decision. I head off to wait for the phone call and wander round the book shop.
The phone vibrates in my pocket after only a few minutes. He's early!!!. Taking a deep breath I answer it.
"Hello My slut" the familiar voice says.
Breathlessly I reply "Hello Sir."
"Are you ready for Uus to meet?" He says.
"ummmmm Yes Sir" I answer unsteadily.
"Alright, I'll meet you at the café across the street from the main entrance in a couple of moments" came the reply, as He hung up the phone.
I made my way out of the station and crossed the road, finding myself outside the café, looking round for a man on his own. No idea what to expect from Him.
His voice resonated in my ear from behind me. "We meet for the first time My slut" making me jump as I turn around.
All my butterflies working at once as my stomach drops, until I look into Your kind, firm eyes and they all disappear. It feels right.
I'm sat opposite You in the café before I realise it, and talking about the journey, the traffic and the usual small talk on meeting until our drinks arrive.
The strangeness of never seeing you before beginning to wear off ... while You are so familiar with ALL of me. This seems so right. Your conversation with me earlier giving me the choice of how our meeting will progress still in the back of my mind as we chat. Do I want to just chat, have a coffee and get to know You, or do I want to feel your hands on my body ... spanking me maybe ... bringing me to orgasm as You have spoken about and directed so many times???? My mind jumping between one decision and the other now we are face to face. The trust is there, the desire there, but am I ready? Can I take it? Will I live up to Your expectations? Or my expectations of myself? I sigh deeply as I sit wrapped in my thoughts.
"That's a big sigh, what's the matter? What are you thinking about instead of what we're talking about?" You ask.
"Nothing Sir" I replied quickly, knowing that You knew that wasn't the truth.
You smile. "I think I know your thoughts better than that by now, what is it?" You say.
I tell you my fears, reluctantly and with Your encouragement. You don't dismiss them, but accept them, as deep down I knew You would. Your words calm me, and I realise as I listen to Your voice I'm making myself more nervous than I need. The trust is there, so everything will be alright ... the desire is there ... I am ready ... I can take whatever You decide, because You will only take me as far as I want to go ... I will live up to Your expectations, because I'll do my best ... and as for my expectations of myself, well, they are always too high, so, I'll just enjoy myself.
Your voice breaks into my thoughts "So, My slut, have you decided ... are we going to have another coffee here, or shall we wander down the street to that hotel and I'll get us a room and have a coffee in private?"
I look up into Your eyes and see the passion and strength there and reply "I think the hotel sounds good Sir."
You smile and stand up saying nothing, walking over to pay for the coffees. I pick up my bag and follow You. As I get near, You turn and look for me, taking my arm to guide me out of the café and down the street. We walk briskly towards the hotel You have in mind, not saying a word. Your hand firm but gentle on my arm. The butterflies are building in my stomach, feeling like giant elephants doing a tap dance. We get to the hotel and you check us into a room, You guide me there, everything seems like a dream.
