There's a first time for anything, and so it was for Audrey. Everything up to this had been a fantasy, from the opening of her first dating site account till the last message she exchanged with Sam. She had been able to go back for so long, even up till that last one. She could have just ignored Sam, the androgynous boy she only knew from his headless profile picture and the one selfie he'd send, closed her laptop and never come back. That was what she could have done, but Sam was different than all the others.
See, life as a dominant woman wasn't easy, she'd found. Especially not on the
internet.
Now, being a woman on the internet wasn't an easy task at all, but she'd hoped kinksters might be a little different. They weren't. Men here fell into three categories: dick pic, be my Mistress, and be my sub. That last one was the biggest surprise, but she got quite a bit of an "explanation" from the helpful male doms that explained that no woman could ever be dominant and he'd show her the true way. She went from politely declining to ignoring to blocking. The dick pic man was an automatic block too, she'd learned that from her previous internet experience. Then there was the
be my Mistress
category. These kind of men, well, they usually started out with their own badly written erotica in her inbox, with herself as no more than a dispenser of kink. How a man that was supposed to be a sub could make her feel so dehumanized was a question she didn't want to answer. After a few weeks she felt like she had already blocked half of the site. The only vaguely interesting messages had come from either switches or women, but she wasn't very interested in them. She was straight, after all. Barely, if this continued...
Then, just before she considered deleted her profile and forgetting all about this first step into kink, Sam came into play. Sam was cute, male, a sub, and most of all, respectful. He had started to ask her how her day went, and she had been so shocked she replied immediately and they'd talked all through their workday. And now, today was the day he'd actually be ringing her doorbell, standing right in front of her. She was dying inside.
How does a true Domme open a door?
It wasn't a true first time, no, a college boyfriend had been interested in getting his ass spanked, and no matter how fun that had been, they'd never much further than a little bondage and spanking (and at the end her hand hurt more than his butt, and that was just unfair). That relationship, like many college relationships, didn't last very long. It was a pleasant memory still, remembering his soft moans and whimpers, how wonderful it had been...
She shook the thought off and rampaged through her wardrobe. Being a newly graduate, she didn't really have money for any of the cool but oh so expensive outfits she saw dominatrices in porn wear. So in the end she settled on a faux leather skirt and a black bra, along with a long coat and heels. To the outside she had to look as powerful and strong as the women she saw in the media, the women she'd looked up to for so long, without even knowing it. Inside, she was dying of nerves.
A few rounds through the apartment made her feel better. She didn't usually wear heels, but when she did, she towered over everyone else. Many women hated it, and she grew up to believe she should too, but today she reveled in her tallness and stature. Impressive without having to try much. That was a bonus.
And then, the doorbell. Oh god.
While walking up to the door she thought of all the advice she was ignoring right now, how a woman should never let a strange man into her house,
especially
not from the internet. How her friends would shake their heads, how the newspapers would blame her if she got killed. But somehow she was not actually
scared
of Sam. For once she felt like she was in power now. That was exciting.
The last echo of her heels disappeared as she opened the door with a wild beating heart. There he was, Sam, the boy from the selfie. He was not as tall as she expected, and especially with heels she could look down on him a little, look at the cute dark curls and his nervous smile.
"Hello," she said, making sure her voice didn't shake.
"Hi," Sam answered. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you." She stood there for a second before she remembered. "Come on."
Sam was just wearing jeans and a black shirt, and as she let him walk in, she couldn't help but take a look at his butt in those jeans. It was really as cute as she hoped.
Did she always have those kind of thoughts?
Sam waited for her in the hallway, expecting to be led, and a part of her heart melted.
"Come," she said. "We'll sit in the living room."
She had a sparsely decorated living room, with an old television she never used and a couch she got from goodwill. Regardless, it was
hers
and having Sam in her domain felt strange, but comforting. In a place like this she was at home, and not just that, this was
hers.
"Okay."
His voice was soft, nothing like hers, that people often characterized as too loud
.
He looked shy, as shy as he had seemed in his message. Even sitting down he barely touched the couch and sat up perfectly straight.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Nervous." He chuckled. "You're so pretty."
She blushed and smiled at him. "Thank you. So are you."
"No one's ever called me pretty."
"Now they have."
"Yeah," he said, and she could swear she heard a giggle.
"Do you want to just talk or...? Oh, and what do you want me to call?"
"Mistress will do, love."
He nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
There was something delicious about the way he blushed and looked down when he said it. She'd never made a man do that, and the rush that came with it was amazing.
"I think, darling, we should go to the bedroom."
Audrey was probably as nervous as Sam looked, but she felt like she was hiding it quite well. The way Sam followed her, just a step behind her, just a collar and a leash missed for it to be perfect. But he was very cute like this already. Just adorable.
"Come in."
She led him into her bedroom, where she'd had laid a couple of items she had ordered way in time before today, on her desk.
"You have a collar for me?" he asked and swallowed. "Mistress?"
She smiled. "If you want it."
"I do want it."
Audrey raised an eyebrow.
"Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."
"Yes." She nodded. "That's a good boy."
This is coming so much easier than I thought.
"What now, Mistress?"
Oh yeah, that was up to her.
"Undress, pretty boy."
"Yes, Mistress."
He undressed slowly, starting off with the shirt. He held it in his hand for a split second, before laying it down on the bed. He was just as skinny under his shirt as he'd seemed in it, but that wasn't a bad thing. It was cute.
"Pants now."
