I waited in the car as He was sorting out with the realtor inside where we’d be going. After a few more minutes of my pondering thoughts, He and a beautiful woman came out together. I couldn’t help but check her out and wonder for a moment. She was dressed in a pencil skirt with stockings and boots, and had nice curves. My initial thoughts were, “of course he’s going to get a beautiful woman as his realtor.” A part of me wondered if He knew her in another way other than business, but as He approached the car and hopped in, I let the thought escape me. We followed her to the first house we were going to look at. He was looking at buying a new place that would be closer to work. As the realtor, K, led us in, I noticed how friendly she was. She was very professional, but very warm and welcoming. The inside was very impressive, of which He seemed to enjoy the basement the most. When K walked away for a moment, He whispered to me, “I could see this place as a dungeon, what about you?” I smirked. We shared similar minds. He observed it more thoroughly, no doubt wondering what kinds of things He would put down there. While going up and down looking around some more, He occasionally grabbed my ass, and we snuck in a couple of kisses.
Heading to the next house in the frigid cold, our luck wasn’t so hot due to technological difficulties of opening the door. She decided to show us the next house, though soon to be off the market. On the way there, He thought it’d be fun to start getting a little daring. He pulled the infamous nipple clamps from his jacket pocket and said, “Put these on before we get to the next house.” I was slightly surprised He wanted me to do this in the car, and I was nervous at the amount of people that might see me, even though none would recognize me. By the time we arrived, I was properly situated.
It was an older house, empty, and a little messy. Once again we walked around, made small chat, and the realtor became no less friendly. She was very bubbly and winked at me a lot, which later I realized I looked into a little too much. Just from those actions though, a small part of me suspected that she knew Him more than just through business. Once again while in the basement, He whispered to me that He thought this room would make a great dungeon as well… The work room had pipes running through that would be something solid to cuff or tie someone to, it was windowless and seemed to block sound. He expressed these ideas to me while K took a call from work and between giving such ideas, He groped me, pulling on the clamps a little bit, kissed me softly and roughly while shoving his hands in my pants to check my arousal. I was already soaked, which I’m sure He expected no less from me. K finally came down, and I started blushing a little, aware that the smell of sex from His fingers and myself was now lingering. He snuck away into the workroom He was admiring before and then returned.
“You know what I was telling her about this basement just before you came down?” He asked K. “A dungeon.” My eyes couldn’t help but jolt to his, getting worried, and slightly embarrassed. I laughed nervously and He asked why I found that funny. I shook my head, knowing I was blushing now.
“Oh really?” she asked.
“Yea, you ever seen something like that before?”
She seemed weary, yet intrigued by this new line of conversation. She looked at me and back at Him. I simply stood and watched them both. “I’ve seen something similar I guess. Maybe not as extreme as a dungeon, but…some people have left things out while I was showing a house before.”
“Really? What kind of stuff?”
“Oh…umm…you know, things that you would normally keep private and to yourself.”
He kept pushing it, testing the waters to see what she’d say and she finally said nervously, “I don’t really know what to say. I mean, I just met you.”
All I could think was What are you doing!?!?
Soon the conversation led to how He and I had met. He looked at me and said, “Why don’t you answer that one?” I was still trying to go with the vanilla streak, even as He was testing the waters with K.
“Online,” was all I said, trying to hide the embarrassed tone. Thankfully in this day and age, that was not uncommon at all.
“On what kind of site?” She asked.
“Umm… a very open one…” was all that could come to mind without busting out the true url to our beginnings.
He jumped in and started asking her if she’s been on certain sites, some things she’s into, etc. Again, all I could think was what are you doing!??! Finally He said, “What would you say if I told you that she’s my submissive?”
He could see my concerned and yet that’s private!! look I was giving Him as He told her I was his submissive. He only smiled cunningly and looked back at her. My eyes kept bouncing back and forth between her and Him again as they conversed, checking for her reactions to his words...
“She is?” –her innocent, curious pose changed slightly to a more devious pose.
“Yep. She’ll do anything I tell her to, and take anything I give to her, won’t you?” He asked towards me.
I whispered, “Yes, Sir,” looking at Him nervously and shyly now. I didn’t know how to be open in this way in front of a stranger…someone who may not know or understand the type of relationship we shared.
He returned to her… “Has anyone ever told you that before? Or rather…has anyone ever done this in front of you before?” He turned to me quickly, pinning me slightly against the wall with his body as He kissed me deeply and shoved his hand roughly into my pants, fingering at my soaking wet pussy. When He stopped, my mind was completely jumbled, especially because now her stature was more devious, interested, and voyeuristic. She seemed hot and bothered in the best of ways. My mind raced: was this a set up? Was He doing this in front of a complete stranger? She must know Him…she must know of Him. Was this really the first time they’ve met? What was she thinking about this brief exchange?
"MMmm, no one's done that in front of me on a showing before..."
“So what about you? What side would you consider yourself to be? More dominant or submissive?”
She played along. “Hmm…I’m definitely the more dominant type.”
He continued to display me as his submissive, a new experience for me since the last time He involved another person in an encounter was the first day we met. “Yea? Well, want to see what else she’s got here?” He pulled my top up, loosening my bra, and showed her the nipple clamps clenching my pink nipples. My breathing got deeper, feeling vulnerable to whatever He wanted, and now to her as well.
“Oh my, those must hurt!” she said, getting a closer peak. “Do they hurt?”
A bit of silence.
