We agree to meet at a breakfast place uptown. It's way fancier than I usually go for, but I'm curious about your intentions for this meeting. You offer to pick me up, but I politely decline and drive myself. I dress in a white turtleneck, black booties and a dressier pair of leggings.
"Elena!" You wave me over when I enter the restaurant.
"Hello David." I can't help but smile when I see you. You're looking as handsome as ever in a casual white button down and dark jeans.
"Thank you for meeting me here this morning. How are you?" You ask.
"I'm good thanks." Hungover as all hell. I think to myself.
"So I brought something for you," You pull a manila envelope from under the table and slide it over to me. "Something for you to read."
"Oh thank you." I immediately open it to reveal a typed document - it's a BDSM checklist.
"I wanted you to have it so you could be informed." You explain. "It doesn't include everything, just what I'm interested in, but we can explore more together if you wish."
"Oh. Thank you." I repeat. A little stunned at receiving the document.
"You don't have to read it now." You say. "You can email me or call me with any questions you have. This is something I want to explore with you Elena, only if you want to."
"David so this is our relationship?" I ask.
"Well there would be other things. I can give you clothes, cars, jewelry, shoes, a home - anything you desire. I want to be with you Elena, I want to take care of you."
"David this is a lot." I confess. How could a little crush become so much more?
"It's nothing you have to say yes to now Elena, think about it. Take all the time you need and even if you say no, it won't affect our working relationship I promise."
To break the tension we order our breakfast. I order eggs, toast and bacon. You get pancakes and ham. We both order screwdrivers. I sip quietly, pondering everything you've said. It's truly up to me. I want to be with you and I want to do this. I've explored kink before, but never beyond the bedroom limits.
"You make it sound like you want this to be twenty-four/seven." I finally say between bites.
"Like I've said before, I don't need this all the time, every day, but it is important to me and I want you to know." You chew thoughtfully.
"And you want to beat me on the regular?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I don't like the word beating, I prefer play, and yes it would be with various impact implements."
"Like...?" I press on.
"Whips, floggers, crops, paddles. It's all outlined in the document Elena." You smile.
"Uh huh." I nodd, in a daze with all this information.
"What other things?" I ask.
"Well, I like collars, ball gags, leads, lingerie, having you ask permission to come or touch yourself..."
"I rarely masturbate David." I blurt out before I can stop myself.
"Oh Elena, I want you to experience pleasure all the time." Your grin is wicked.
"Do I need to sign this document?" I try to ignore the stirring in my pussy.
"No, it's for your reference only. We can come back to it at any time or never again."
I chug the rest of my screwdriver and request a new one from the passing waiter.
"What else, tell me everything. I want to hear it from you." I say.
"Well we would be a regular couple, just with bedroom interests, but there's one more thing -"
"Which is?" I sip my screwdriver slowly, my food already gone, and stomach in knots.
"I'd like you to call me Daddy." You stare into my eyes and I bite my lip, hard.
"David, I -" I don't know where to begin, but my body's response says something different entirely. My heart quickens, my palms sweat, and my legs shake.
"I need to think about this." I say finally.
"Of course. I want you to." You say.
When the waiter comes back to ask for one check or two, we can't seem to agree.
"One." You say.
"Two." I correct as politely as I can.
"I suppose two." You smile gently.
The waiter nods and leaves us.
"Elena I'm sorry. I know this is a lot." You murmur.
"I understand David, well I don't, but I do." I swirl my finger across the table.
"You seem to be asking all the right questions, I'm assuming you're experienced." Your hand reaches for mine.
"A little." I blush when we get up from the table. I sway a little bit and wish I was more graceful after drinking.
"Elena can I walk you out?" You ask, as if you want to come to my rescue.
"Yes." I smile. Your hand meets the small of my back again and, again, I don't dismiss it. I like it there and there is so much of me that wants to do this with you, I'm just not sure how. How could we be together if we work together, how could we be together in the ways that you want? I try to make it simple. I'm attracted to you, you're attracted to me - why don't we just date?
