Today's the day! I finally get to meet the Dom I've been talking to for a few weeks. My stomach's in knots just thinking about what might happen. Will he tell me to remove my panties at dinner? Will he have me put my wearable vibrator and give him control of it? Thoughts flood through my head and suddenly I snap back to reality to the dreadful sound of my alarm ringing. Time for work.
The work day seems to drag on and on, then finally it's 4PM and time to get ready. I'm slightly disappointed that he didnt try to give me any requests, but at the same time I'm wondering if it's too early. I want to give up control, but I need to make sure he's right first.
Suddenly I get a text to meet him at the restaurant and to go ahead and get a table. Ok, fine. And then my phone chimed again, "and make sure you come plugged". I re-read this again and again in disbelief as my face starts getting hot. Should I? Would he know if I didn't? I should probably just say no. I look at the clock and I need to leave in the next 5 minutes, otherwise I'll be late. I need to make a decision and fast.
Fuck it.
I hurry to my toy box and grab a small plug and lube and hurry to get it in. I look at myself in the mirror and admire my gorgeous curves getting hugged by my modest knee length dress. This is going to be an interesting night. I'm feeling turned on already. I've never done anything like this before in my life, but this is what I've signed up for, right? Is this a small preview of what's to come in this new lifestyle I'm wanting to explore?
I get to the restaurant on time and I look around to see if he's here yet. I don't see anyone that looks like his picture. Well, he did tell me to get a table, so I guess he will find me. I make my way to the hostess stand as she greets me. As I'm opening my mouth to speak, I feel a hand at the small of my back and an oh so familar voice whispers in my ear.
"Good girl."
It's him! He's here already! My mind is racing and I feel a little dizzy. I can't believe I'm so nervous and excited as I remember the small plug inside me. Ok, relax and play it cool, I think to myself.
I turn and look up. "Hi", I reply. I'm greeted with a warm smile that slowly puts me at ease. He has broad shoulders, and a wide frame that towers over me by half a foot. He has short brown hair sprinkled with salt and pepper along the sides. He has a cute, short, scruffy brown beard where the hair vertically on each side of his lips is a bit longer and looks like long grey snake bites. His face is framed with wide rimmed, black glasses. Damn, he's a cutie pie!
We sit down at the table and make light conversation. It feels so effortless like we've known each other for longer than a few weeks. I feel so comfortable with him already.
We order our food and the waitress disappears. He looks at me and asks if I did what I was supposed to do.
