Amy prowled the office trying to pass time, absently shuffling papers on her desk that had been shuffled a number of times already. Again she glanced at the clock, realising that it had only been a couple of minutes since she had last looked at it. Anxiously she went to the window, peering through the glass at the car park below, still searching for His car, knowing that as soon as He arrived it would be time for her to go down and meet Him, for tonight was to be a special night for her.
Today the staff had all been told that they could have the afternoon off as Monday would be a public holiday and that she had to be off somewhere else that afternoon, naturally the staff had been delighted at the prospect of having an extra half a day paid leave and they had all gone by ten past one. Amy had said that she would be staying behind for a half hour or so to finish off a chunk of paperwork needed to be attended to before she could leave. Her secretary volunteered to stay and help but Amy said that it would be unfair and sent her off with the rest, she wanted everyone clear when Tim arrived to collect her.
All that was left for her to do now that all the equipment had been shut down was to set the alarm and lock up.
A little nervous she thought about how they had initially met, in a coffee shop some six months ago where Amy had slipped on a wet floor dumping her hot drink in his lap. Surprisingly he had been quite good about it, catching her before she also hit the floor, saving her from what might have been a severe bruising or worse, a broken bone or two. What had surprised her more had been the way in which he had taken control of the situation, bawling out the staff, calling for the Manager and demanding that he put matters to rights, including a cash payment to cover the cost of his dry cleaning bill.
One might be forgiven for thinking of Tim as just an average guy, average height and dressing so that he might fade into the background of a place, but he proved to be so masterful and yet such a charming man, at least to her, Amy falling for him on the spot.
The Manager, most apologetic, paid up for the dry cleaning, gave them fresh drinks and slices of cake free, together with enough vouchers to keep them coming back for at least a couple of weeks. Before Tim and Amy parted they had agreed to meet again in a few days in the same coffee shop.
As they got to know one another it became apparent that Tim, fed up with the basic wham, bam, thank you ma'am sex life that he had been putting up with for so long, so many girls, so little time, but all they ever wanted was to be fucked and leave it at that, all air-heads, the lot of them, he had needed something very different. Casting about, talking to friends, he had found what he needed in BDSM. Now, several years down the line and well versed in the practise of being a Dominant male, he felt that he had found his niche.
Amy on the other hand, a high powered executive running her own severely stressful business had found her answer in the role of being a submissive, a situation where she would no longer be in control of what she did sexually, she had discovered the pleasures of being dominated by a strong but compassionate man, the excitement of spanking, being whipped, bondage and many more of the extreme but wonderful BDSM practises.
At this time she had no Dominant in her life, therefore the meeting with Tim and learning that he was a naturally dominant male to her naturally submissive female had been a blessing in disguise. The had both become extremely close during the six months since that first and fortuitous meeting, she having put her trust in him completely and being rewarded with more pleasure than she could ever have hoped for, he taught her showing much patience and understanding, expanding her boundaries, allowing her to soar to heights that she had never before known. She had learned how to behave as a submissive in public and in private and now looked forward to that wonderful day when he believed that she had sufficient training that she might be honoured to submit to the wearing of His collar.
Over the weeks they had each learned that they had much in common, a love of motor sports, swimming they dined out together, went to the cinema, theatre and even managed a couple of weeks away in Cornwall that had been idyllic, the weather being as wonderful as their relationship
Tonight however was a special night, until now they had kept everything to themselves, behind the closed doors of his flat in London and her home on the East coast of Norfolk. Not forgetting the frequent weekend liaisons in a variety of hotels. Tonight Tim had booked them into a small but accommodating family run hotel, the owners themselves being members of the same club, situated some two hours drive away from where Amy worked. This weekend the hotel had been booked in its entirety by the BDSM club of which Tim had been a long standing member, and here she would be introduced to other members as his sub. Tim had also mentioned that she would be a star at this meeting, but Amy remained unsure of just what he might have meant, being a well trained submissive however, she had refrained from asking.
Glancing from the window yet again, Amy thought that she had seen a flash of black among the trees, but it could have been anyone, taking a second and more searching look however revealed that Tim was just pulling into the service yard. Now, even more nervous than previously she picked up her bag, set the alarm, and locked up, hurriedly making her way down the stairs.
There she saw him, sitting casually in his sleek and highly polished black BMW 3 series car with its beige leather upholstery and a sound system better than the one she had at home. A nice warm and sunny day he had the sun roof open and the windows wound down, sitting there patiently awaiting her arrival with the inevitable Dunhill cigarette between his fingers, a brand of which he was particularly fond.
As she saw him, her heart lurched, pounding in her breast like a jack hammer, as it always did in His presence. She felt hot, cold and excited, all at the same time, her nipples perked and her pussy became moist, something that it was never very far away from since first meeting Him at the coffee shop. Tim had taken over her life in every way, leaving her with an empty feeling when home alone, at these times she would get out her rabbit applying it to her pleasure zone with much relish, thoughts of Him and His beautiful cock at the forefront as she imagined the beast thrusting into her to fill that ravenous wet pussy.
His broad grin infectious as he climbed out to open the door on her side and helping her in she smiled, proffering her cheek for his kiss. On the back seat lay two pink boxes tied with scarlet satin ribbon. Amy wondered what it might be but said nothing as Tim put her bag in the back beside it.
Climbing back into the car after closing her door he slipped the car into gear and turning pulled out into the lane at last heading for their rendezvous. The side windows to the car had been changed for one way glass, making it possible to see out but none might see in, so dutifully, as it was expected, Amy fastened her seat belt and pulled her skirt up around her hips to show her Dom that she wore no knickers per His requirement and that her pussy had been freshly depilated. Amy preferred depilation to shaving for two reasons, the first being that she only had to do it once every three months now and the second being that it left her billiard ball smooth.
For a couple of weeks now she had also been using the tanning booths at the local beauty parlour in anticipation of this night, she had wanted to look perfect for Him in every way, she had even gone to the trouble of holding her breasts up every other day so there would be no white bits underneath them.
Truth was that she had become so used to not wearing any when with him that she invariably went out without any most of the time, and being without was most comfortable, especially in the summer months, the breeze keeping her cool. Amy also found that without them she could more readily stroke herself when feeling horny too.
To look at, Amy was just 5' 2" weighing in at a healthy 133 pounds, a full but not imposing bust and soft brown eyes that just melted you when they smiled. Shoulder length red hair and full lips completed the picture and although a submissive by choice, in business she had a fiery temper to match her tresses. Anyone that dealt with Amy in her business world knew her reputation for not taking prisoners.
As a submissive, and now with the right Dom, her role reversal had been striking, Tim had taken her and moulded her and teased things from her that she had no idea were hidden away deep in the subconscious. Amy had readily become the clay on his potters wheel as she grew from being just any other person into the most delightful and obedient of submissives, a tribute to his skill, knowledge and patience.
He had always taken the time to talk her through every step, explaining what and why she should try this and that, instead of giving her a safe word they used the traffic light system as it gave a greater idea of how she might be feeling about any new game they might become immersed in. She learned not to be afraid of things but to welcome something new with open arms, to embrace it and to eventually love it, indeed she learned to beg also, but the game she liked best was puppy training, and she hoped that soon she would be able to go to the local BDSM puppy training school where all the pups were human and all the dog walkers were Dom's or Domme's. He had promised her that soon this would happen and she looked forward to it eagerly, she intended to make her Dom so proud of her.
He reached over gently stoking the inside of her thigh moving higher to feel her wet pussy, Amy only had to think of him and she became wet immediately and now her sweet pussy was flooded with love for him.
"Beautiful," he said softly, "you have the most beautiful pussy and the sweetest I have ever tasted, your clit is quite prominent, the little glass bells have done their job well over the weeks, not that you didn't enjoy it mind, feeling the sucking force on your clit actually caused you to cumm a couple of times. You are going to love what is happening tonight. Remember I told you that tonight you were going to be a star, well you will be, take my word for it darling."
She smiled, content and happy that her Dom had such pride in her. "I have been looking forward to this day ever since you told me of it Sir, and I am happy to be whatever you want me to be."
"You will be blindfolded but that is something you have grown used to now, many other things will be happening also and you will experience many things that you have never seen before. Remember that even if you can't see me I am with you, you may or may not hear my voice but I shall always be by your side, so just relax and enjoy what is happening, I know that you are going to love it all and that you will make me so very proud. This is your initiation into the club and everyone is looking forward to meeting you. All the female subbie's there have undergone this same ritual initiation but they will not tell you anything about it."
