Background:
I was solo backpacking on a remote mountain trail in August. I was several miles from my destination for the day when I crossed over a country road. As I looked up and down the road, I saw a car parked with a woman standing outside. I thought I'd go up and ask if she needed help.
"Hi," I ask. "What's the problem?"
"I have a flat," she replies. "The spare tire is one of those little donuts. It might last a little bit on a paved road, but not on this country road."
"Can you call AAA? They might be able to bring a full tire out?" I ask.
"There's no cell service in this part of the mountains," she says dejectedly.
"Where's the nearest garage?"
"About five miles that way. Sam's Garage." she says. "I'd walk, but I only have these heels." She had three-inch heels, not quite appropriate for the country. "I was heading to an appointment."
"No problem. I can walk to town for you," I offer. "I'll stash my pack in the bushes. If someone comes along to help, feel free to take them up on their offer."
"Thank you, I really, really appreciate this," she answers. "I'm Jane, by the way,"
"And I'm John," I reply. "It'll probably be at least a couple of hours by the time I get to Sam's and have someone come up here. Let me check the tire size before I go." I bend down and it reads "235/55R19" I note that the auto is a RAV 4.
I stash my pack after pulling out a map of the area. I start off down the road. The path looks fairly straightforward. In an hour and a half, I come to Sam's Garage. I go in and walk up to a mechanic standing around.
"Hi, I'm John. There's a woman stranded on a country road about five miles that away. She has a flat. She needs a full-size replacement to get going. Her donut is not enough."
"Hello, John,", the man replies, "I'm Sam, the owner. I think we can help you out. What's the size?"
"235/55R19 for a RAV 4," I reply.
"OK. Let me mount a tire on a spare rim and we'll get it out to her," Sam states.
In a little while, Sam comes out and says, "It's ready. Let's get it to her."
He throws the tire in the back of a pickup. I climb in the passenger's side. We head out down the road. In a few minutes, he stops in front of her car. He gets out and says, "Hi, Jane. Heard you have a little trouble. Let me get this on for you."
"Thanks, Sam," Jane replies.
In five minutes, Sam has mounted the tire. "Take care, Jane, and watch out for nails. I'll repair this one and give you a call when it's ready."
"I really appreciate this, Sam," Jane replies. Sam drives off.
"Well, John, I really, really thank you for your help," Jane says. "You really went out of your way for me. Is there anything I could do for you?"
"It's a long way to where I was going to camp tonight. Is there a way I could camp at your house tonight?"
"Well, I guess so. I'm having a few woman friends over tonight. But I'm sure I could find you a spot outside," she answers.
"That'd be great." I exclaim. I retrieve my pack and put it in her trunk.
She starts to drive. I'm silent for a little while. Then I ask her, "How do you like living in the country?"
"I enjoy it. The hustle and bustle of the city is too much for me. I like the peace and quiet and the isolation," she answers.
"What do you do out here? How do you make a living?" I ask.
"I do counseling of a sort," she replies hesitantly.
"What sort of counseling?" I continue.
"I guess I should be more straightforward. I'm a professional dominatrix," she states.
I look at her for a moment in a different light. "Oh," is all I can say. We sit in silence for a few minutes while I contemplate what to say next. I'm studying what she looks like -- a blonde in a black dress with heels. "Is that what a dominatrix looks like?" I ask myself.
"Uh, I don't know how to say this, but I've read a little bit about BDSM. I am a little turned on by the BD part, but not the SM part," I state.
"I prefer the BD part as well. I like to dominate males, not to inflict pain," she replies.
"Oh," I reply. I think a few more minutes.
"Ah, I'm not sure how to ask this," I start.
She looks over at me. "Would you like to be dominated?"
"I'd like to try it out," I answer sheepishly.
"Maybe we could do that sometime. My friends are staying at my house, and they are pretty vanilla."
"Vanilla?" I query.
"Not into things like BDSM."
"OK." I answer as we pull up to a house.
"Here we are," Jane says.
All of a sudden, a torrential downpour starts.
"Maybe you'd be better off inside," she says. "My friends are in the spare bedrooms. So, all I can offer you is a bed in the dungeon in the basement"
"The dungeon?" I query.
"Where I do my B and D work on males," she answers.
The rain pauses for a moment. I grab my pack and we head inside. I don't see her friends.
"Turn right and go down the stairs," she commands, as she flips a light switch.
I head down. The room in the basement is filled with various equipment. I don't recognize much. I see cuffs on the wall and chains hanging from the ceiling.
"Looks like a dungeon," I note.
"It is a dungeon," Jane says with a smile. "Your bed is over there."
I see a bed that has four corner posts. On each post, there are some eye-bolts. "What are those for," I ask sheepishly.
"For bondage," Jane replies. "The next time you're back, we'll see how you respond to those."
She continues, "There's a bathroom behind that door with a shower. Fresh towels are hanging up on the rack. Is there anything else I can get you before I head upstairs?"
"No, I'll be fine. I'll have a shower, relax a bit, and head to bed," I answer.
"See you tomorrow morning, then," Jane says as she departs.
I head to the bathroom. I take off my hiking clothes, rinse them out, and hang them up to dry. I take a shower and wrap the towel around me. I head back to the main dungeon, sit down in the only chair that looks like a chair, and start reading my book.
A little while later, I hear a knock on the door. "Come in," I say.
Jane enters. "How are you doing," she asks.
"Just fine," I answer.
"Well, there's been an interesting development. My vanilla friends have never been here when I have had a male in the dungeon. They heard you come in. They would like to see how I dominate a male. I told them, I'd ask you if that was okay with you."
"Ah," is all I could reply. I was a little tongue-tied with the thoughts running through my head. "So, you would dominate me, while they watched?"
"That's right," she replied. "What do you say?"
I tossed the idea over in my mind. I was interested in being dominated, but unsure about in front of a crowd. But if that was the deal, I figured why not?
"Let's do it. Or I guess, you do it. Or whatever," I answer.
"Great," Jane replies. "Come on in," she yells at the door. "He's agreed to let you watch."
A brunette, a redhead, and a black-haired female walk in. They are all wearing non-descript shirts and pants. "They were expecting a vanilla evening", I think.
"Let's get you ready for domination," Jane exclaims. "Hold your hands in front of you." I comply and she puts cuffs on each wrist.
"Hold your arms up," she commands. I raise my arms and she connects the cuffs to chains hanging from the ceiling. My towel is still wrapped around my waist, affording me a little modesty in front of all these females.
"Now I always start with setting the context with a male," Jane starts. "It's important that each individual understand their limits. John, I do not inflict pain on a client, unless they specifically request it. Since this is your first time, I am not even going to consider it. But I have to ask, do you have any limits on how I can touch or interact with you?"
"I'm not sure what you mean," I ask quizzically.
"Is there any part of your body that you don't want me to touch or rub?" she continues.
"I don't think so," I reply.
"Just in case, if there is something I am doing that is hurting you in any way, just call out 'Mercy'"
"I will, Mercy. Thank you," I reply.
I consider for a moment the position I am in. My hands are restrained. I am wearing only a towel that is wrapped around me. Four females are looking at me. I start to feel a little awakening in my cock.
"One last little bit," Jane says as she puts a cuff on each of my ankles. Then she pulls them apart and connects the cuffs to rings on the floor. The additional restraints are having an effect on my hardness.
"Jane," the redhead pops up. "When you are dominating a man, do you usually wear a shirt and pants?"