Chat Room to Reality

Scott had to admit to himself that he was nervous. He had met Crystal online about 5 months ago on a BDSM chat site. At first, the interactions were the usual anonymous crap that was indicative of most of the other members. There was the usual cyber-scene and then small talk and the usual "we should meet again." Those five months, he and Crystal had shared fantasies, talked about the lifestyle, and shared online resources. About a month ago, he asked if she would send a picture of herself, and almost surprisingly, she did. The picture was of a woman about his age who was fully dressed conservatively. After they exchanged pictures, they decided to meet. Scott did take the lead and asked her and, in a way, laid the very beginning of a dominant/submissive relationship.

He arrived at the restaurant first and was seated at a table that was not really secluded but private enough. Not three minutes later, he noticed a woman dressed just like the girl in the picture, and the host brought her to his table. Standing up and offering his hand, he was surprised that his voice cracked.

"Hi, Crystal?" He said with a bit of a dry mouth.

"Scott?" Her voice also seemed a bit hesitant, which calmed Scott a bit.

Crystal took his hand and sat down across from him with a smile.

"At last, we meet, although I feel like we know each other." Scott almost groaned at the cliché that fell out of his mouth.

"I feel the same way." It's finally good to put a real face to the name."

The waiter came over and asked about drinks. Crystal looked at Scott with a smile and ordered a glass of Chablis, and Scott ordered a tap beer. Both were happy that neither ordered a stiff drink. Scott always said online that he would never have a scene or be in "dominant" mode while drinking. Crystal remembered that and was very happy.

Dinner arrived, and they both talked about jobs, education, and how dating was hard. The conversation then turned to the chat rooms and some of the people there.

"Did you ever see GrandMaster?" Crystal asked with a slight chuckle. The handles that some users had were pretty bad.

"Oh yes, he was always telling us other Doms how good he was." Scott laughed as he remembered how arrogant this guy was. "He would always tell the Doms how he had multiple slaves and subs ready to obey at the snap of his fingers."

"Did you ever see a scene with him?" Crystal grimaced at the only scene she had with GrandMaster.

"Well, no, I usually ignored him. I did start making fun of him with another Dom as he had some poor submissive in a scene. He was a bit miffed, to say the least."

" I did once, and he started barking orders and calling me names. I went with the flow until he told me to kneel and then proceeded to kick me in the stomach and cunt because I was too slow. Ever see a slave stand up and call him out?" Crystal smiled, remembering that.

"I'm sorry I missed that!" Scott was impressed because most submissives would just take what the Dom did.

Dinner was perfect; Crystal's salmon and Scott's prime rib were the perfect accompaniment to what was turning out to be a great, low-key first date.

"Would you like to walk along the beach?" asked Scott. He had to admit he was very intrigued by Crystal and wanted to spend more time with her.

Crystal smiled and nodded. "I'd love to." She, too, was intrigued by Scott.

Leaving the restaurant, they walked the two blocks to the beach, where Scott hesitantly took Crystal's hand. The night was warm as they walked along the beach. Crystal stopped and took off her sandals and took Scott's hand again.

Crystal looked at Scott and blushed a bit. "Shall we talk about the elephant in the room?"

Scott grinned and agreed. It was hard to bring up their likes and dislikes even though they had been intimate online. This was reality and even though their interaction online was erotic it was still lacking the physical touch.

Looking down at Crystal Scott said, "I supposed as the dominant I should go first."

Crystal chuckled, "yeah, that would probably be the best." She was relieved that Scott took the lead as it was going to be hard to express her desires and needs as a submissive.

"GrandMaster would probably not approve, but a good dominant/submissive relationship needs to be not only consensual but also in line with what they both need. As a dominant, I want control of the submissive, but, saying that, I don't want a piece of milk-toast. I got so upset at submissives online that said, 'I'll do whatever master wants.' When I asked if they would want their master to saw off their arm, thinking a bit of common sense would come to play, they would say something stupid like 'if master wanted it, sure.'"

Crystal burst out laughing as she had seen some of the online subs act that way. "They are pathetic aren't they?"

"I also believe that a good dom/sub relationship is not just for the bedroom. To me that would be like 'hey, hon, we have some time so prepare yourself for a whipping.' The relationship, within reason and common sense, should not only establish the role of the two but also carry out to times outside of the bedroom. Of course I don't want the sub to call me master or sir when we are out in public but I believe that each person should know and acknowledge their place." Scott looked down at Crystal and took a deep breath. He hoped she agreed and yet it was quite nerve wracking to open up like this.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me. I fully agree and hate to turn my submission off and on." Crystal was almost giddy inside in hearing Scott's ideas.

Scott smiled down at her. "Your turn, what do you seek?"

"I want a dominant that is assertive, takes charge and yet uses common sense. I want to serve my master with my heart and want him to push my limits. I don't like playing games and don't believe in 'testing' my master." Crystal grinned and added, "I am not the type of submissive that will cut her arm off for him."

They both had a chuckle at that and walked down the beach. Scott stopped, turned to her with a serious look.

"I want you to meet me tomorrow night, 5pm sharp, at this hotel." Scott handed her a hotel's card. "Go to the front desk and ask them for the key to my room; I'll have it waiting for you."

Crystal's breath was taken away. "Yes sir." She was surprised that the words came out so freely.

Scott continued, "I want you to wear a white blouse, a front-clasped bra, a dark skirt, and open-toed high-heeled sandals. You're not allowed panties and your legs are to be bare so no nylons."

Crystal took a deep breath and whispered, "Yes Sir."

"Oh and one more thing, make sure you have your cell phone with you and a safe number to call."

"Thank you sir."

Scott leaned over and kissed her cheek. Taking her hand they walked back to the parking lot to Crystal's car. Scott smiled at her and kissed her cheek again.

"You had a safe number tonight didn't you?"

Crystal giggled a bit, "Yes I did."

"Make sure you call it after I leave." Scott then went to his car and got in, winking at her as he left.

Crystal took a deep breath and got into her car. Dialing her friend she gushed and said the meeting went great and she is fine. The entire drive home was a blur. Crystal got into her apartment and immediately rummaged through her clothes finding the exact outfit she was to wear. Finding a front clasped bra and white blouse she set them on her bed and rummaged around for a dark skirt. It seemed the only one she had was rather short and black. Finding the correct sandals Crystal laid them all out. Her mind was racing and all sorts of thoughts ran through her mind. She had known Scott online for a while, they were a "couple" in the chat room and tonight was magical. Still she was nervous. Looking down at her clothes she hoped they would be ok.

Going into the bathroom she started the shower and stripped. Looking at the mirror she wasn't displeased, after all she was 40 and looked good. Then it hit her. She hadn't shaved her pubic hair in quite a while. Would Scott want her shaved? She ran her fingers over her pubic hair and felt how wet she was. Slowly teasing her lips she slide a finger inside and slowly slid it in and out. Moaning softly Crystal thought about Scott. What was it about him? He wasn't ravishingly good looking. He was about her age and his hair was graying, which she had to admit, gave him a distinguished and "masterly" look. He did have a bit of a spare tire. It was something else. Her fingers slid in and out of her wet hole easier and faster. Her thumb ran over her clit. What was it? She shuddered a bit and slowly removed her fingers and got into the shower.

As the water cascaded over her it hit her. It was his confidence and his assertiveness. Yes things went slowly tonight. Yes he was, as they said in the chat rooms, vanilla. But there was a confidence and a quiet assertiveness about him. Her fingers slowly ran over her mound and she shuddered. The way he was direct in telling her to be at the hotel at a certain time and telling her what to wear. Her fingers entered her again and her thumb found her clit. Yes, that was it. It was his confidence and assertiveness that aroused her. He wasn't overbearing like most of the online dominants. He was quiet, self assured and had a good sense of humor. Her breathing became deeper as she reached for the shower head and aimed the stream on her wet mound. The water hit her clit and almost immediately she came hard.

As Crystal got out of the shower and dried off she looked over the outfit that Scott told her to wear. She didn't have time to buy anything new and, in the back of her mind, she didn't think he would want her to. Crawling into her bed she drifted off to sleep.

Scott watched as Crystal drove off and drove home. He was pleasantly surprised. Crystal wasn't a milk-toast submissive. She had no problem laughing and talking to him as equals. Scott remembered back to Grandmaster and his "advice" to Scott.

"Never allow a submissive to talk as an equal, even on the first meeting." Scott chuckled. Grandmaster was full of himself and while he did seem to have submissives fall all over him in the chat rooms he always wondered if he had two computers and he was spoofing the submissives.

Scott pulled into his driveway and parked his car. Meeting Crystal made him have a slight grin and he had to admit that perhaps his daughter was right. It was time to get out there. Scott's wife had passed almost 4 years ago and he had spent a good two of those years wallowing in self pity. His daughter kept encouraging him, giving her blessing actually, for him to go out and at least socialize. In his mind he had taken baby steps to getting out more and going online was one of them. The D/s chatroom had piqued an interest he had always had and through talking to submissives and dominants he became more comfortable with his feelings and desires. He did date a couple of times with girls from his job but they were more friends than anything else. Meeting Crystal online was refreshing. Yes she was submissive but not a doormat and could stand up for herself. That was something Scott was looking for. Their interactions online were intense at times, humorous most of the times and it was known in the chatroom community that she was with him. A lot of the trolls stayed away after realizing that.

Pulling out his cell he verified the reservations at the hotel. Originally he was going to have an extended weekend staycation from his job. Being in management for an international airline and an officer in the Naval Reserve was stressful. He had little time normally to just sit down and had reserved a room to just read and do exactly nothing. Crystal had changed those plans.

After pouring himself a sparkling water and grimmacing being reminded that his daughter recommended that to help get rid of his spare tire he sat down at his computer. Logging into the chatroom he saw all the usual members there. He was a little sad that Crystal wasn't there but, of course, Grandmaster was. Not having Crystal there made the room, at least to him, empty. Logging off he checked his work email and his navy email and went to bed dreaming of tomorrow night.

Crystal awoke with a start. The alarm was ringing and she quickly looked at the clock.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. She had overslept. She looked at the clothes Scott had her pick out and decided to wear that to work. Hell, she worked in a cubicle as an account manager so nobody ever saw her. Quickly dressing and combing her hair she dashed out the door and down to her car. It was then she realized how vulnerable she felt with no panties. Jumping into her car she sped down the road and arrived at work just on time.

Sitting in her cubicle she also realized how short her skirt was. Her skirt had crept up and showed, in her mind, a little too much leg for the office. Logging into her computer she started working. This was going to be a long day. As she settled down to work the office troll came by. He still lived with his parents and most likely sat in their basement playing games all night. He preferred to be called Andrew and would get very upset if you called him Andy.

"Hi Crystal." said Andrew as he peered over her cubicle.

"Hello Andrew." Crystal said in a dismissive voice

"Uh, I was uh, wondering, if you'd have lunch with me today." Andrew was clearly unsure of himself.

"Sorry Andrew, I can't. I have errands to run and I'm going to take a short lunch because I have an appointment tonight and need to get out of her right on time."

"Oh, well, that's ok," Andrew's voice tapered off as he sulked away.

Crystal didn't like being mean. Andrew was never a real bother but he was persistent in asking her out. Maybe one day.

Lunch time came and Crystal headed for the elevator and out to the busy street. The cool air reminded her again of Scott's orders. Running into the drug store she bought some things she may have to use in the morning. Obviously Scott had ideas for the night and that meant waking up tomorrow at the hotel. As she entered her building Andrew came up behind her.

"Oh, Crystal. Did you do your errands?" Andrew asked.

"Oh, hi Andrew, yes I did." It was odd, she thought, that he just happened to be right there but then again Andrew was odd.

They both got on the elevator and Crystal was relieved when two others got on too. Her relief was short as they got off two floors below Crystal's stop.

"You look nice today. I like your skirt."

"Thank you, Andrew." Crystal started feeling uneasy, but the doors opened, and out she went, hurrying to her cubicle. She started working, keeping her head down, hoping Andrew would leave.

Scott left work early and drove to the hotel. He was dressed in a suit like normal, and while he yearned to take off the tie, he kept it on. He wanted to look a bit imposing. As he checked in to the hotel he made sure the front desk knew to expect Crystal and to give her a key. Making his way up to his room, a suite really, he checked and double-checked that everything was perfect. He had ordered the wine she had at dinner and it was chilling. He also made reservations for a light dinner at the connecting restaurant for 8:30 and was satisfied everything was set. All that was left to do was wait and Scott didn't like waiting.

Crystal logged off of her terminal and shook her head. Was this really happening? Gathering her things, she headed to the bathroom and touched up her makeup and hair, and took a deep breath. She was going to do it. She was going to submit to Scott. She'd never done this in real-time, but online, she had submitted to him frequently. He had been more of a protector, too, as Grandmaster was always snapping his fingers for her to kneel before him. She felt safe with Scott. It was odd; the whole online D/s relationship was pretty much as intense as it could be. There were room laws that were followed and room etiquette and Scott and the other Doms were very good about maintaining order. Grandmaster, although arrogant and full of himself, also followed the room rules and guidelines.

Crystal straightened her dress and walked out to the elevator. Luckily Andrew wasn't around. The door opened and pushing the button for the garage level she looked at the lights and it seemed to take forever before the doors opened to the garage. Quickly walking to her car she groaned, Andrew had parked next to her. Luckily he wasn't there but just the sight of his car next to her's made her uneasy. Opening her door she tossed in her bags and got in. It was starting.

Backing out of her parking place and exiting the garage she took a deep breath again. The drive to the hotel seemed to take forever. At a stop light she looked at the time. Crap, she was supposed to be there in 15 minutes and this light just wasn't changing. As soon as it turned green she was off and moments later pulled into the hotel parking lot. Gathering her bags she almost ran to the front desk. She got the key to the room and just at 5:00pm she opened the door.

Scott looked up. "Excellent girl, right on time."

Crystal was a bit taken but nodded. "Thank you Sir."

"Put your bags on the chair over there and stand before me so I can inspect you."

Crystal gulped and slowly walked over and stood in front of Scott. Her breathing was shallow, and a tinge of fear was in her eyes.

"Nervous girl?" Scott's voice was commanding and yet soft.

"Yes Sir." Crystal's mouth was dry as she looked at Scott. He was standing before her, looking very much like he commanded the area, which he did.

"You've done well girl, I am pleased so far. Now, hand behind your head so I may fully inspect you."

Slowly, Crystal put her hands behind her head. Scott had done this many times in the chat rooms, but doing it in front of him was different. She felt vulnerable, embarrassed, and yet also very aroused.

Scott traced her face softly and leaned in to kiss her lips. "Shhhh girl." Tracing his finger along her face and down to her neck he walked behind her and nodded his approval at how Crystal was dressed. Standing in front of her his eyes looked into her's.

Crystal took another deep breath as Scott traced down her neck to the top button of her blouse. "Do I please you sir?" she meekly asked.

Scott's eyes turned cold. "Quiet girl"

Crystal stiffened and shut her lips. Scott's fingers traced over her blouse and then with a deft flick unbuttoned the top button. His eyes looked down and nodded while the second and third button were undone. His finger traced her bra and back up to her neck. Nodding again he undid the last button. Crystal's blouse hung down.

"You've done well girl. Have you followed my directions fully?"

Crystal braced. "I have sir."

Scott leaned in and kissed her deeply. His tongue dancing with her's as his hands wrapped around her and cupped her ass. Breaking the kiss his eyes turned cold again as he brought down her arms and removed her blouse. Then, quickly and almost violently, he undid her bra and let it fall. Her breasts jiggled slightly and her nipples grew hard in the cool air.

Scott's hand cupped her breast Crystal moaned while Scott kissed her again. Crystal was losing all control.

Moaning during the kiss she whispered, "Yes master."

Scott broke the kiss. His eyes dark again as he grabbed her nipple and twisted. "You're to call me sir, bitch, I don't own you....yet."

Crystal gasped and grimmaced. "Yes sir."

Letting go of her nipple Scott looked into her eyes. "Kneel before me little one."

Crystal immediately knelt before him, arms behind her back, thighs spread and tight against her skirt. Her eyes looked up at him, sorry for the slip and seeking approval.

"Would the girl like to please sir?" Scott's tone was back to normal and not angry which made Crystal relieved.