(This story is about the interaction and trust between a Dominant and submissive. It also shows how sexy women are, through my eyes and the eyes of my camera. It takes a couple of thousand words to get to the sexy stuff, so be warned that if you're only looking for that, you might consider reading elsewhere. That being said, I hope you enjoy this little walk in my imagination.)
It was a nice camera, and new; one of those high end models that not only took good pictures, but good video. In fact, that was why I bought it; the ability to take both pictures and video in one device gave me some ideas...
Driving home, my brain wandered as I listened to Van Morrison's Moondance at max volume. Being Friday, I had in mind some extra fun for the evening. I arrived at my place, got out and walked to the door. Unlocking it and stepping in, I was greeted by her at the door.
"Good evening, Sir!" She chimed, happily. I loved that she was a bubbly person and even more so for me. She carried her submission like the mythical nymph carried flowers in her hair; it was a part of who she was and accentuated the natural beauty she possessed. She was a couple of inches shorter than me with brown semi-curly hair and liquid eyes. Her figure was stunning; lean and lithe with no wasted mass. She had that perfect heart shaped ass that begged to be spanked and my hands itched to oblige.
I reached out, placing my hand in the small of her back and pulling her to me. I kissed her softly on the lips, close mouthed. Passion between us is no stranger. We've developed our D/s relationship over the past few months, but only after getting to know one another as people and friends first. We learned that we share many viewpoints, from books, to art, to viewpoints on religion. When we finally decided to meet, it was like waking from a hazy dream to find that reality is better. We quickly determined our areas of sexual compatibility, while still remaining platonic. Finally, a few weeks ago we consummated the relationship in a fiery weekend of passion and play. Trust seemed to come naturally between us and, even at this early stage of the relationship, was a part of everything we did.
Since then, I'd given her a key to my place and she came and went as she wanted. More often than not, this meant spending five or six days a week together.
When we were together, we flushed out the dynamics of our D/s relationship. Both of us were new to the scene, although both of us were middle aged. Funny how we can go our entire formative and young adult lives and not realize what we are and what we're missing. Youth is truly wasted on the young.
Breaking the kiss after a few seconds, I turned my head and closed the still open door behind me and locked it. When I faced back into the room, she was kneeling in front of me.
"Sir, might I be permitted a few things this evening?" she asked.
I was intrigued. She was such a natural submissive. A very smart woman, she had opinions and thoughts on most everything, but she placed her trust in me fully to make the right decisions. This almost always involved us talking about things together, but ultimately the decision was mine and she followed willingly.
"What did you have in mind, Pet?" I asked.
She flushed when I called her pet. She had confided a few days ago that sometimes just hearing me say words triggered a sexual response. "Pet" and "Good girl" were her two favorites, often resulting in nearly instantly wet panties. So surprised was I by this revelation that I spot checked her a few times, only to find that she was serious.
"Well, Sir, it's your birthday!"
I was pleased that she remembered. We'd talked about it months ago and it was shortly after we met.
I chuckled. "So it is, so it is! I'm 39 now, Ma'am, time to consider trading me in on a younger model?"
She told me the first time that I called her "Ma'am" that it made her feel old. Far from old, she was one of the sexiest women I knew. I explained to her that I had lived down south for a few years and that "Ma'am" is a sign of reverence to the female gender and had nothing to do with age. For me, it also signifies the smoldering sexuality that I feel about women in general but especially southern women. Something so beautiful about that accent; it stirs, at the same time, a protective instinct and a desire to lay a Lady across my lap and redden her ass. All ladies carry with them the ability to enflame men; some have to work at it and some possess it so naturally that it is a part of them. My pet was the latter.
She blanched. "Sir, I never want to trade you for any man, younger or older!" She knew I was kidding, but we both knew there was more here than just witty banter. Our relationship had been teetering on the edge of seriousness.
With that, she began untying my shoes. I liked to shower after a long day. Cleanliness is just sexy and we both enjoyed it. I reached down and stroked her head gently while she finished taking my shoes off.
Still kneeling, she looked up at me. The first stirrings of desire began in my groin. Did I mention her liquid eyes and how sexy she was??
"What "things", Pet?" I asked.
"Sir, Just some things I'd like to do for your birthday; I'd like to keep them a surprise if you don't mind, please."
She never "topped from the bottom"; our relationship didn't work that way. We both just fit easily and naturally into the D/s positions and we were very comfortable with them so I knew she wasn't asking to Top this evening. I had a suspicion that it was going to be a very memorable evening.
"I'd like that" I say. "However, a couple of things; first, I have a surprise of my own to share with you. Second, yes... tonight you can choose what road we travel on, but I am still driving the bus. I may modify your "things" as I see fit."
Being new, we were still working out the dynamics of our relationship. I doubted either of us needed me to say the last two sentences, but it was better to be clear and avoid confusion.
