If you read my most recent story, "Foot Lover?" in it you learned that I recently met and became involved with a Domme named Miss Diamond. After a wonderful night in Chicago at the airport we've stayed in frequent touch and made arrangements to get together to meet when possible, which isn't often enough by my measure. And in between we do lot of talking. I'm crazy about her. This is a romantic fantasy.
As luck would have it I found a good reason to make a trip to her base of operations. It was all set up. She told me that she had 'big plans for our meeting in Philadelphia'. Those words were ringing in my ears as I sat on my northbound flight. So were my clean-shaven pubes and the pink satin panties she sent, which she explicitly said I was to wear on the flight and to be wearing when I saw her. I was so excited to be seeing her again. Any time we meet it is another adventure in my journey of soft submission, and every time my heart is so full of affection and joy at spending time with this amazing woman who changed my life. I knew Philly would be no exception. The panties she sent and the 'big plans' admonition had me super excited, and also full of a good kind of nervous apprehension and nervousness.
The flight was uneventful, except that I kept feeling the panties against my shaved privates, making it physically impossible to stop thinking about seeing her for even a minute, which frankly I didn't mind a bit. I took a cab and shortly arrived at my hotel in Center City area, on Chestnut St. It's quite a nice place. Ms. Diamond recommended it. When I got there, looking around the lobby, it showed that she is a woman of taste. As promised, I texted her that I had arrived at the hotel, then I proceeded to check in, drop my bag in the room, got cleaned up a bit, and went down to wait for Ms. Diamond, who would be arriving in the lobby in a few short minutes.
When she walked into the lobby, she nearly took my breath away. A little black dress on the right woman looks so good. On this woman it was mesmerizing. She has the beautiful figure eight shape with hips to die for. Petite and soft in all the right places, she looked sexy and elegant: sophisticated. She was also wearing a cute little silver necklace and a small black bag with just enough shimmer on it. It complimented her dress perfectly. What can I do to describe her better than beautiful black hair, pulled back revealing her pretty face? Deep brown, sincere and penetrating eyes, perfect skin, the color of a caramel candy or a mocha cappuccino. She threw her arms around my neck and exclaimed, "Mattiiieeeee! My Mattiiieeeee!" I can't help but smile when she says my name like that, drawing it out at the end in a cute sing-song kind of way. We made some small talk. I love the softness of her sweet voice. It's quite a contrast to the powerful force of nature that lives within her.
She was carrying a small suitcase. "Let's bring this up to our room, I want to check it out, anyway. I can leave my toys and things up there while we go to the restaurant." I took her bag and we walked over to the elevator bank. She put her arms around me and squeezed me tight. "We are going to have soooooo much fun tonight Mattieeeee boy," in the cute, sweet voice that melts my heart.
We got to the fifth floor and walked down to our room, the bag trailing on its wheels behind in my right hand, my left hand holding hers. I opened the door and as soon as we went inside she kissed me. It was the same kind of 'kiss of possession' I remembered from Chicago. Not a soft, romantic kiss, but more a powerful declaration of taking me as a possession, if that's possible. Perhaps that's not what it was at all, but with our roles and my submissive nature, that's the way it seemed to me.
The kissing went on a for an unhurried minute or two, her hands exploring and groping me all the while. "Are you wearing your panties, Mattie girl?" "Mattie girl!" Holy shit! Did she call me, "Mattie girl"? Yes, she did. "I'm hungry, and I need a drink. And trust me, you need a drink or two for yourself, Mattiiieeeee!" she warned.
We went back downstairs to find a drink then some dinner. In the lounge, she ordered us a couple of mango margaritas, plus a shot of tequila for me. "Bottoms up, Mattiiieeeee" she said, handing me the shot, a very mischievous grin and a sparkle in her eye. 'Bottoms up'. Who knew what a foreshadowing that would turn out to be?
We had dinner at the hotel's tavern. She made it a point that she would order for both of us, so I perused the menu and decided to have a burger and fries. She had a chicken dish. The waiter seemed a little put off when she told him, almost emphatically, "No, I order for both of us. While we ate there was lots of lovely eye contact, the kind two people who genuinely like one another share, light hand touching, small talk, and laughter. The best way to describe what the atmosphere and vibe between us was like is 'romantic'.
After we finished eating, she announced that, "Tonight is a special night. Tonight, you're my girlfriend". She emphasized the word 'my', but girlfriend is what was ringing in my ears. She had a mischievous look in her eye and smiled her beautiful smile at me. I looked at her kissable lips, and I start to melt. Here she was, bringing my fantasy to life. She silently motioned me to slide around the booth and sit closer to her with the her finger. We kissed a passionate, lover's kiss. It was heaven. And then she was back in character.
"Kiss me with lesbian kisses," she said.
"I don't know how to kiss like a girl."
"Learn!"
Next thing I knew she was kissing me and feeling me up under the table through my pants. "Help me, girl. Pull down this zipper" She kissed me again. Simultaneously I pulled my zipper open. Immediately her hand was inside, her lips still kissing me the whole while as she felt my pole up and down in it's satin wrapper.
"You're so hard, and so nice and smooth just like my pussy, and just like I like it."
"You make me so hard, Ms. Diamond. So hard. It feels sooooo good."
"I know it does, Mattie. I know it does." I was jelly. Her jelly. She could have spread me on any kind of toast she wanted. I was that deep under her spell. "Let's go upstairs. Now."
We found our way back up to our room pretty quickly. Ms. Diamond was on a mission, and didn't waste any time at all. "Strip to your panties." In not time, there I was in these pink, satin panties, with a lovely two inch black lace details around both leg openings. There were more 'lesbian' kisses, her hand rubbing on my erection through the panties.
"Take your panties off, Mattie girl." My hard-on was rigid and pointing straight up and out. "Well look how happy wearing those cute pink panties has made you. Come over here. On your hands and knees in front to this ottoman, Mattie girl." Pretty much everything she was saying after 'Mattie girl' went right over my head.
She had me lie across ottoman and secured my wrists by some kind of cuff restraint to the front legs. ""Spread your knees." I spread my knees apart and she wrapped some kind of similar cuff inside each knee. When she was done, my knees were locked on place. I couldn't close them, and couldn't open them further, either. Then there was a clicking under the stool and I realized my knees were connected to my wrists by a chain of some kind. I wasn't going anywhere.
I would have gone along with anything she wanted without the restraints, and I told her so, but she explained the restraints to help me to expand and enjoy my D/s experience. They would add a real sense of powerlessness in my submission to her. They did. Did they ever!
For just a little while she left me there trapped, waiting. My ass was on one end, and my head on the other. I couldn't move my legs and knees, and I couldn't move my hands, either. I would never let myself be put in this position by someone I didn't trust. Good thing I trusted her, because there I was. I pretty much knew what was coming next, but the hows and the whens and the actual experience? Those were all foreign to me and they were all racing around my brain at the same time. I had surrendered mentally and physically, and Ms. Diamond was right where I wanted her. She was there with me, controlling this situation. I was willingly powerless. She had the power.
