Katie sat that slightly stunned at the last few seconds of the call, but then the anticipation of what her master planner was dreaming up next washed over her forcing a smile to develop.
Later as she drew the blanket up over her in bed thinking about the coming meeting between them, a familiar sensation started to develop that normally would require her attention, sometimes with her fingers or sometimes with a certain toy depending on her mood. Her fingers ever so softly began to descend towards the growing fire that was burning, but she quickly stopped and remembered, "No touching, is that clear?" She shook her head and wondered why did she agree to this? Was it no orgasm, or no touching? She wrestled with the detail of the statement wondering if it would be ok to touch a little, but she knew that the control detail was clearly, "no touching". In good faith to her desire to be controlled and commitment to him, she pulled her hand slowly back and rolled over to try to sleep.
The next few days went slowly for her. Working was a bit of a distraction, but as each day slowly moved forward, she knew she was that much closer to the next adventure which was her only true goal for the early week. In her mind she wondered what he was planning as she had learned at least one certain truth; he would definitely have a plan. She liked the notion that he was creating a plan for her and hoped that it was specifically for her and not just a revolving playbook that she was merely another pawn or notch in his proverbial bed post. Bed post was also an interesting notion as so far, she had only been introduced to a barn of sorts of which she didn't know the location. A bed post seemed like it might not be in the immediate future. The uniqueness of his plan and finding a bed were two ideas she made note to try to address sooner than later.
Derek during the days leading up to Thursday kept busy with his work but also with planning the next adventure. This was a unique plan specifically built with two sole purposes, to create a scenario that would fulfill a control adventure requested by Katie and second to create a plan after achieving goal number one would also fulfill his desires albeit a bit kinkier than she may have first realized. He was very mindful of her desires and wanted to have her fulfillment be his number one priority in constructing this plan. At the core Derek was a fixer, a leader in business whose job it was to make sure others around him could perform their job. If there was a barrier, he would fix it. If there was an opportunity, he would maximize it. If there was a strategic plan needed, he would plan it and also develop the tactics to execute the plan. Yes, a request such as wanting an adventure and creating a solution was simply his DNA. He subconsciously understood first what was requested, what could be the solution, and then how best to execute the solution in a way that satisfies his desire as well. This core DNA of seeing a problem and fixing a problem creates an interesting juxtaposition in his life which is, when he is out of the problem fixing mode, out of control of a situation himself it creates an extremely different, almost refreshing emotion within him. For someone else to proactively interject or take control of a situation that he may naturally be the one in control was hidden deeply in the recesses of his thoughts, but there were certain situations when he brought those ideas to the forefront. These thoughts manifested into what he thought of as play time, and generally was play time in the barn which now was her play room as well.
A large brown delivery truck slowed and made the left corner of the long driveway and the home came into the drivers view. Security cameras caught the motion and the app on his phone activated the live view allowing Derek to watch the delivery man exit the vehicle with two small packages and gently set them on the step next to the front door. The driver typed the information in the handheld device updating the status of the packages to "delivered" and drove briskly away to complete his busy route. He had ordered both items on Monday and true to the scheduled arrival date the items were ready to fully execute the plan.
This prompted Derek with a grin on his face to pick up his phone and begin to type a text, "Hi Katie. I can confidently say I am ready for Thursday. I hope you can say the same. Let's meet at the Corner Bar at 7 as we had previously discussed. You don't need to bring anything as I have it all planned, although high heels will actually be a plus if you don't mind. -- D"
Her phone vibrated and her pulse elevated when she opened the text message and read the note from Derek. Subconsciously biting her lower lip again, she wrote in return, "You have a plan? I'm shocked. See you at 7 at the Corner Bar. Oh, and yes, I am ready so bring it on. -K8T," she pushed send and hoped her last statement didn't come back to haunt her although she actually hoped it would inspire him to do whatever little wicked idea he may have planned. She trusted him and wanted him to not hold back.
He received the text and thought for a moment before typing, "That is definitely some confidence, received loud and clear. Truly looking forward to Thursday. I hope you have been following my previous request as well. I will know -- D."
Katie instantly remembered the request to not touch herself which she has been compliant but taken as much will as she could muster to do so. "Yes sir, I have not touched as you requested," she wrote back, adding the "sir" for the first time to test the waters and elicit another curious response.
"Good girl," was his simple reply which caused her to squirm slightly.
She knew it would be another long night waiting for the magic adventure day of Thursday to arrive. Another long night of thinking, curiosity and buildup, the later causing her more and more concern of being able to keep her commitment of not touching. She was feeling very needy indeed, which she also knew to be exactly the plan. Plan, that word seemed to practically be his middle name at this point. The thought made her smile that she was the focus of that plan and she waited out another long evening.
Thursday finally arrived and minutes felt like hours as she constantly checked her watch for the time. After an agonizingly long day at work, she arrived home and had a little over an hour to pamper and get herself ready for the evening. She had a lite bite to eat to settle her nerves, and then showered and shaved. She remembered he mentioned this, and she took a little extra time to make sure she was a smooth as possible for him. Picking out an outfit was the next order of business. The Corner Bar was not at all a fancy establishment and a little black dress would be very out of place. Something fun, casual and yet sexy was needed. "Oh, and I need to match with high heels," she thought to herself remembering that bit of instruction as well. After several minutes of closet searching, she settled on a favorite she had worn to a concert several months ago. She first stepped into a pair of black lace cheeky panties and coordinated that with a matching black bra. The bra was important as a form fitting black lace tank top was next, and the lace although fairly closed in weave still allowed the slight outline of the bra to be seen, in essence creating the combined look of a bra and lace black tank. It was sexy yet still tasteful. She next pulled on a pair of red stretch jeans which added a bit of a dramatic color difference from her two black ensembles he had seen her in the first two meetings. Lastly, she stepped into a pair of black high heel shoes and walked to the full-length mirror to perform one last evaluation. Happy with look, she walked back to her kitchen and poured a small glass of wine, trying to calm the nerves one last time before heading to the Corner Bar.
Arriving slightly early she took a deep breath and opened the heavy glass and wooden front door of the old traditional bar. She spotted him at a table for two and he stood as she approached. Carefully walking in the high heels across the wooden planked floor she moved slowly but smoothly towards him and noticed a warm smile appear on his face as he took in her appearance from head to toe and back meeting at her deep dark eyes.
"You look lovely," he said as he helped her into her chair, "I really like the red but also the top, with just a hint of what's under, very sexy and classy."
"Thank you. I was a little worried that the top would be too see through and I didn't want to give everyone in the bar a show, but it is fashionable, so all is good," she replied with a smile. "And I hoped you liked it as well," this time finishing her sentence with a wink and noticing that a glass of wine was already in front of her.
He raised his glass and she did the same in return, "Indeed Katie, you did not disappoint. Here is to our next adventure."
The two took a sip of wine and settled for a moment. "So, you were worried about giving a show to the people in here, does that bother you or would someone watching you be a little exciting?" he asked while glancing at her top quickly and back to her eyes.
She hesitated thinking of how to respond and decided at this point there was no need to hide any feelings as that approach has worked very well for the two of them. "Well if you are indirectly asking if the thought of voyeurism or exhibitionism is exciting for me, truth be told I have thought of it yes. Of course there is the concern of what would be seen and how that could have repercussions if people would know me or I would know the people, but in general I am not opposed to it," she concluded, proud of her open courageous remark and took another sip of wine.
"Interesting, and duly noted Katie," he said. "Actually, I did not have that in mind when the evening started but that is an interesting discovery. You never cease to surprise and interest me. There is a lot going on in that mind of yours, that is becoming very obvious," he said tilting his head slightly to the side as if to contemplate what else she might be thinking.
"There is a lot more I think for sure, but I believe some thoughts are best kept secret or at least discovered at a later time. So, can you tell me what you have in mind for our adventure this evening?" she asked knowing that he would likely not reveal any part of the plan.
"I am going to ravish you. You will be denied over and over, and likely at some point begging to be allowed to orgasm,"' he said looking at her directly and as deep as possible in her brown eyes.
