I am tired. So very tired. In fact I am ready to give up any hope of finding what I need, of finding the person I need. It's over 18 months since my last Dom split ways with me, not for any particular reason, just life getting in the way too much and too often.
We had been good together but not good enough to take things any further. Trying to wrangle times that suited both of us became nearly impossible. So we respected each other enough to call it quits.
Now I am tired of being alone. Tired of being lonely. Tired of not meeting men who are strong enough to top me. I have offers from any number of Doms, but none of them hit the right note with me and none of them are truly into what I need. Or they lack any true experience.
Am I being too picky in wanting someone who knows what they are doing? Someone who can read my needs and my body? Someone who is strong enough to make me want to submit and knows what to do with me once I have?
And I want someone who wants things to be a bit more permanent and, more frequent, than just weekend play sessions.
The only Dom to truly catch my attention, in recent months, seems to have a strong preference for long, lean, brunettes with legs that go up to their ears and with an average age of about 25. He is also with a different woman nearly every time I see him.
I am none of those things. I am short, with mousy blonde hair, short legs and a rounded figure. I am also much older than the girls he likes just like I am also several years older than he is. So I haven't even really thought in his direction, just admired the way he handles his subs and wished I could find a Dom like him.
With a sigh I finish doing my hair, slip my shoes on and take a final look in the mirror. Happy with what I see I collect my keys and purse and heads out the door. I'm not going to my usual haunts tonight. In fact I'm not going to any of the clubs where most people in the Scene tend to gather. I'd seen a banner for a local entertainer that I love so I am going along to listen to him and have a quiet drink. Maybe have a flutter on the pokies if the mood takes me. I need a change of scenery, as well as a change of pace.
When I arrive I am pleased to see that the entertainer hasn't started playing yet, is just finishing setting up his equipment. I go to the bar and order a drink then go and claim a seat near the front. There aren't that many people there yet, which is surprising. I settle in to listen and enjoy the show and I'm not disappointed as he rips straight into a toe tapping rock set. A few songs in and the dance floor starts to fill up.
I go and order another drink as the entertainer goes into a comedic spiel between songs and return to my seat as the entertainer waves to someone behind me then starts playing again. I just get settled when someone sits right next to me at my table and leans into me, "Fancy seeing you here." A deep bass rumble rolls over me.
My eyes widen when I turn and recognise Him. I would have expected him to be at one of the Scene clubs on a Friday night, at this time. "What are you doing here?" I blurt out and promptly blush with how abrupt I sounded.
He leans in close and talks into my ear, telling me he knows the entertainer and called in to see him before heading to the dungeon. "I'll introduce you when he stops for a break."
I swivel my butt around a bit so I can see him better, without having to bend my neck so far. He moves his chair a bit closer to mine and starts touching my arm as we chat. My skin quivers in response, my nipples tingle and my pussy goes damp as he strokes the soft skin on the inside of my elbow.
He has noticed her far too much at the clubs, has enjoyed watching her being worked but hadn't liked seeing her with other Doms {specially when they didn't seem to understand her needs}. But he has stayed away because she's not his usual style and she is older than him. Which is something he has never been attracted to before. However, there is something about her that keeps pulling his eye to her. Her innate sensuality or her very earthy sex appeal. Or maybe even her no nonsense, no drama personality. He doesn't know.
But for some reason, for the first time in his life, he gets hard just looking at a full figured, older, woman. When he saw her leaving the bar area his cock had sprung to attention and his balls had tucked up tight. It had taken every ounce of control he had to go up and get a drink instead of grabbing her by the hair and dragging her outside and up against the building. Seeing her here, so unexpectedly, had all but thrown his control out the window. He hadn't been able to stop himself from going to her. And judging by her reaction to his touch she was just as affected by him as he is by her.
I excuse myself to go to the toilet and he grabs my hand to stop me and pulls my head close to his and whispers, "Take your panties off before you come back and we are moving to the booth over there," He ordered as he nods towards a more private booth with a shadowed interior, that had a reserved sign on it. It was the table set up so that the performers could relax without everyone staring at them while they ate. I swallowed hard but nodded before I went, my submissive streak roaring to life at the command that had been in his voice.
Can he really be interested in me or is he just amusing himself because I am here and available? I don't know, but this isn't an opportunity that I want to miss. A chance to be under this man's control is something I thought I'd never have. He is a Dom that is in high demand and highly respected and I have been impressed with him since I first saw him. So I went into a stall and slipped my g-string off and stuffed the small swatch of material into the bottom of my purse. Grateful that I'd worn a skirt and top instead of pants.
When I go to the booth he is seated with his back pushed into the darkest, concealed, corner. He opens his legs wide and tells me to sit between them. I obey his order and am glad that the seat is a deep one so I have plenty of room. As I sit he pulls my skirt up so my bare bottom hits the cool vinyl.
