Daisy set the chair near the foot of her bed. It wasn't a comfortable chair, but it would suffice for what she had in mind. Her lover's comfort was not really a priority for her plans. She sat down on the simple, light pine chair, and looked over at the bed. David was taller, so his view would be a little bit better, but she adjusted the position of the chair until she was certain he would see exactly what she intended to show him. Her imagination had been setting the scene for her all day, and she was determined to take advantage of this opportunity to exert her control. Daisy had known for several years that she would only really be satisfied when she found a man who had the strength and control to dominate her. She also knew that once she offered her submission to that man, if she ever found him, she would have to trust him to know her and love her enough that she would be happy and content in his care. She thought she had found her mate, and wanted to show him what she needed, craved, and thrived on. Even though Daisy had not given up her control to him, she could not bring herself to ask for the things she needed; if she could find a way to show him, and make the occasion memorable enough, she hoped that she would never wish she had the strength to ask.
Daisy glanced at the clock. Startled by how little time she had left to get ready for his arrival, she forced herself to stop daydreaming, and finish arranging the room for his surprise. She pulled the comforter off the bed, folded it, and stuffed it into her linen closet. She gathered every pillow she could find, and fluffed them before arranging them against the headboard. Satisfied that she had the room ready for their afternoon, Daisy stepped out of her robe, sprayed her body lightly with her favorite perfume, slid the straps of her favorite, white lace bra onto her shoulders, fastened the pair of hooks behind her back, and then pulled on the dress she had chosen. She began fastening the small buttons that ran up the front of her dress, starting just above her ankle, and working her way up to the neckline, which fell just above her cleavage. She rubbed her bare arms to chase away the chill from the air conditioned room. Although it felt cold now, she knew that she would be thankful for the cool air later. She had already applied soft, smoky eyeliner, and light, shimmering lip gloss that tasted vaguely of strawberries. Satisfied that she was ready, Daisy closed her bedroom door. She looked down at her bare feet, and briefly considered putting on a pair of high heels, but dismissed the idea; she wanted to show him herself, as honestly and intimately as she could, and being as natural as possible was as sexy as she knew how to be.
She sat on her porch, absently running her fingers through her thick, soft, auburn curls, watching for him to arrive. When she saw his car turn onto her street, she tried to force her nervousness and excitement to the back of her mind. She did not let herself jump up and run to the door, but instead, Daisy calmly rose to her feet, and walked to the door to unlock it. She opened the door just enough to suggest an invitation inside, and turned with false calm, and walked to the kitchen. She heard his light knock, and questioning, "Hello?" as she opened the freezer, and removed a small, white plastic bowl filled with ice cubes.
"Yes, come in," Daisy called back, as she turned to face him, standing at the door. She crossed the kitchen floor quietly, only her light cotton skirt whispering against her smooth legs, and her naked feet on the worn linoleum making any sound. She looked up at his slightly confused expression, and stifled a smile, tilting her head back for a kiss. "Follow me please," she said in a soft tone that implied more a demand than a request. She walked slowly through her comfortable, roomy apartment, making sure that her deliberate steps accentuated the swaying of her hips, as she led him to her bedroom door. Without a word, she pushed the door open, and was greeted by a wall of frosty air. She allowed herself a secret smile as she entered the room, bent slowly, and set the small bowl on the floor beside the simple, wooden chair. She turned her head slightly to look back, and see if he was looking at her ass as she bent over in front of him. She barely smiled, but David noticed, and knew she had caught him looking exactly where she expected him to. Daisy stood up slowly, and turned to face him. She reached for his hand, and gently pulled him to stand beside the conspicuous chair. His confusion had been left at the door, and the first flush of lust had begun to color his face.
"Sit," she said simply. David raised his eyebrows in questioning surprise, but then sat on the chair. "Don't move," she instructed confidently, as she leaned forward enough for her dress to fall away and offer a modest view of her lacy bra. Wordlessly, she unfastened his belt with nimble fingers, and deftly unbuttoned his pants. He started to say something, but she immediately pressed her fingertips against his lips, and said, "Don't talk," in the same, maddeningly calm tone she had been using since he arrived. She finished unzipping his pants, and eased them open, finding his erection pressing against his boxers, just as she had expected. She gently pulled his shorts away from his belly, and down, releasing his already hard cock.
Daisy took a small step back from him, and spoke in that now familiar, calm, commanding voice. "Don't move from that chair. You may stroke yourself, but do not cum. I will tell you when you are allowed to finish. Do you understand?"
David looked nearly as perplexed as he was aroused. "Yes," he heard himself say, in a voice that was less certain than he expected.
"Good," she continued. "You know that I am submissive, but I am not your submissive; at least, not yet. So today, you will do what I tell you to do. You will be patient, and obedient, and then you will be rewarded. Do you understand?"
He tried to hide his astonishment at not only her words, but the calmness in her voice. "Yes, I understand." David stammered a little, in spite of himself. "What are..." he began to ask.
She pressed her fingertips softly against his lips again, interrupting his question. "Be careful now," Daisy cautioned gently, "I am in control this time. Are you ready to begin?"