We decided to stay away from each other until Friday to give me a chance to think and study. Steve emailed me all these websites to read and a big questionnaire to fill out. But on Wednesday night I was calling him.
"What's Abrasion?
"Just like scraping of the skin with something rough." He supplied.
"You're not sanding me" I said flatly.
Steve laughed. "That's what this is for, my sweet. What you will and won't do."
"BRANDING? Really? Branding?" I moved down the list.
"I would never do that to you. I have my own limits to, Andi; things I don't want to do. So you fill out your list, I fill mine and we compare." He explained.
"It sounds fun. I can't wait to see your list." I said.
"Do the homework first before you fill it out." Steve chided. "You may be surprised by what you might like."
"Some of these are stories." I said "and this one is this poor guy that lost his wife, it's very sad."
"I know." Steve said "I wanted you to see that these are good people. People that love each other, they just happen to have some kinks, that's all."
"I guess" I said. "I'll try to study. I promise"
"OK, goodnight my sweet." He said softly.
"Night, Steve"
I had printed some of the articles and a few of the poems. Some of them could be so dark but some were very beautiful none the less. I don't think I felt that way about Steve like most of these submissives and their Masters, so dark and brooding. Maybe I didn't know Steve yet but to me he was my Knight, my Lord and me his Lady. I liked to think of it that way. Grabbing up the papers I put the PC to sleep and went upstairs myself. I would read for an hour if I didn't fall asleep.
Friday was here and I was meeting Steve at his house at seven o'clock. He said we would have dinner and then we would compare notes. I was really excited by the prospect of seeing him. He was slick suggesting we stay away a few days, because now I really wanted him. At six-fifty my Honda pulled up in front of his woodland house and I took my BDSM survey with me. I wore a black skirt and a lavender blouse but I had forgotten a coat and it was chilly now as I stood on the porch ringing the bell. 'My nipples were getting hard and he would notice.' I thought, then my second thought was 'So he would notice' and I smiled.
Steve smiled at me as he let me in. Then when I got into the living room proper he stopped me. "Let's have a look at you."
I stood still and looked straight ahead as he started to circle me, inspecting me. As he got to the front he rubbed a palm across one of my protruding nipples. "Those are very nice on you." And he gave me a wicked grin.
"Oh, I thought you might like them." I teased back.
"Oh, I like them. You should wear them all the time." He played back.
"If you wish" I looked down coyly.
Steve just laughed then took me in his arms and kissed me. "hungry?"
I Nodded. And he led me to the Kitchen where he had salad and lamb chops prepared, with those little red potatoes.
After eating Steve cleared the plates and asked if I was ready to compare.
"Can't we do it in the living room?" I pleaded. "I want to be comfortable."
Steve gave in to this easily, "OK" and took his wine glass with him to his lazyboy chair. I waited for him to get all settled in and then I quickly scrambled up into his lap with my list in hand.
"I thought you wanted to be comfortable." He looked at me as I draped an arm around his shoulders.
"Oh, I am very comfortable, Sir" and gave a vixen's smile.
Steve chuckled, "Exactly what did you read?" He asked me.
"I read one article on my own about 'Brats' and their 'Daddys'." I told him.
"Ohh" and he nodded in understanding. "You know the brats usually end up getting spanked eventually?" he informed me.
"How hard do you hit?" I teased.
"We could find out." He answered.
I kissed his cheek and held up my questionnaire "Maybe later, if it makes the list." I was being very cheeky with him but I felt so giddy and good to be with him again, I couldn't help it.
Steve held up his list and we swapped and compared notes. We both liked things kind of mild and we weren't into sharing. I didn't think he would be. And I'm glad, all I want is him. He was a little surprised that I would get my nipples pierced for him but to me it sounded kind of sexy.
"Spanking did make the list." He pointed out.
I fake pouted to him and quivered my lip.
"Oh don't even try that." He said but with a hidden smile.
I wrapped both of my arms around his neck now and got serious. "But what do I call you? Does that matter to you?"
Steve thought for a moment "You could call me Sir, like you did before, if you find Master awkward."
I looked up and explained my thinking "I tried saying Master by myself and it seemed a little weird but Sir is something I use every day at work to all kinds of people and I want you to know you're special. You call me precious and sweet one and so many other things." I put my head down on his shoulder. "I want to show you the same love. So if I giggle sometimes when I say Master, don't get upset."
"I won't," he leaned his head into mine. "I'll know you're trying."
We sat there for a while until Steve said he couldn't feel his legs. So I let him up and we danced slowly even though there was no music on. My face rested in his chest and we just gently swayed. I finally looked up at him.
"On Sunday, I never got to finish that blowjob for you." I said softly "Please take me upstairs...Master." I kept a straight face. And he smiled at me, then led me to his bedroom.
Steve Began unbuckling his pants and dropped them to the floor. Then he told me what I should do.
"Get on your knees, Andi and sit on your heels. I complied quickly and looked to him for further instruction.
"Don't look at me, cast your eyes down in front of you." He said seriously.
"But I love to look at you." I said.
"Andi" was all he said.
