It's a perfect early autumn day. I'm sitting on the front porch enjoying a cup of coffee on the sort of sunny day that will grow more and more rare as the days pass and turn toward winter.
Through the trees. I hear a car coming up the road and listen as it turns into the driveway. After minute I see Emily's little blue car round the corner on its way up the hill.
I haven't seen her in a while. She gets out of the car with her backpack and waves. I get up as she approaches and we meet with a friendly hug. There are greetings and chit-chat as she settles into a chair next to me.
I offer, "Would you like something to drink? Coffee maybe?"
"I brought vodka and cranberry," Emily replies reaching for her back pack.
I usually wouldn't drink hard alcohol this early in the day, but it's a curious thing for her to bring so I go inside to grab a couple of glasses and ice.
Emily mixes our drinks while telling me how she had just broken up with her latest boyfriend.
"He was sweet," she sighs, "and I can't really say what it was exactly, but he was just kind of ... dull."
I think to myself that I'm an odd person to come and have a break-up drink with. Emily and I don't really hang out much. We run into each other now and again at parties and whatnot, but that's about it.
"Sorry to hear that it didn't work out," I offer.
I notice that her drink is almost gone and look down at mine which is still half full.
She asks, "You just about ready for another one?"
"In a minute," I respond, "I'm kind of a slow drinker."
She swirls the last of her drink around for a moment before tilting her head back to finish it and says, "It was cool at first, but he was really dull in bed."
All I can think to say is, "Yeah, that can happen."
It's kind of ironic, really. A year or so ago we had had sex and I thought the exact same thing about her. It had been Emily's idea. She had come over and pretty much just said "let's have sex". It had been somewhat abrupt, but at the time I had figured that it would be foolish to turn down such an offer. But, while she certainly got off a number of times, Emily had just lain there. Her general lack of energy made me uncomfortable, but she had said that it was all good. In the morning she got up and left and that was that. I figured that it had simply been a one-time event and that the chemistry was just totally wrong. Whatever it was, we still get along just fine.
She smiles and says, "You mind if I mix another one for myself?"
I stir from my thoughts, "Go for it. I'll be ready for another one in a minute. So was he just a total missionary man, or what?"
"Yeah," Emily sighs, "pretty much. I tried to give him some ideas, but he just didn't get it."
She takes a small sip. She must have reached her desired cruising altitude.
Emily gestures off into the air and tells me, "Like, we were hanging out with Lisa and some of her friends - well, your friends too, probably - and she was talking about some stuff that you guys had done and I was like 'that is so hot' but he didn't think so at all."
Lisa and I have been friends for years. Every now and then, when the stars are just right, we abandon ourselves to carnal games and pleasure. Lisa is the strong and bawdy type who sometimes wants to be dominated by someone that she trusts. We've played some wild games.
I grin a little and laugh, "Oh boy. What sorts of things was Lisa saying?"
Emily sits with her knees and thighs clenched together, as if she were wearing a skirt instead of jeans. There is somethig about her current posture and attitude that I find attractive.
"She told us about finding where you had snuck off to at a party once. She said that the woman you were with was calling you Sir and that you were telling her to ... do stuff," Emily describes as she squirms ever so slightly in her chair.
I query, "Stuff?"
Emily could be talking about any number of parties, but now I'm suppressing a smile because I can see that Emily is intrigued by whatever she heard. Turned on maybe? Yeah - I think she is. Hmmm.
She continues, "I can't remember the details, but she made it sound so ... hot. You were totally in control and making this woman do things"
The way Emily is dodging about what she heard sounds like she wants me to respond and fill in the blanks. Lisa was *watching* me. Yeah. I chuckle a little. I suspect that we're talking about a party just this past Summer and it was Lisa that had been on her knees addressing me as Sir.
"Some people are into those sorts of games," I smile and look her in the eye. I'm curious to see where this is going. Probably nowhere, sure, but I can dream can't I?
"I'd show him stories I found online and even tried watching some porn with him," Emily said a bit distantly.
I wonder if she is attempting to direct the topic, or is she trying to remember a script she had come up with.
"Yeah? What kind of porn do you like?" I ask with raised eyebrows.
She bites her lip, hesitates for a moment and answers, "I'm not usually into porn. I mean, I would probably really like it if it were presented better. But sometimes I'll be in a certain mood ... and I'll find something online."
Emily looks away for a moment, perhaps embarrased. I figure that this is a good spot for the conversational wave to break. I let my eyes openly wander across her athletic figure and ask, "Did you try presenting yourself in a manner that made it obvious?"
She looks at me with a curious look and asks, "What do you mean?"
"Well, start with how you would address him, or her. Master, Mistress, Sir, Ma'am, Lord, Oh Great Exalted Grand Poobah," I say waving my arms in mock adoration to make her laugh. "Something other than how you would address your lover out-of-scene. You're a geek girl. It's a role-playing game."
Emily takes a long swallow from her drink. That looks like a shot of courage to me.
"And present yourself in a manner that suits the role," I suggest.
Her voice is a little quieter and carries a hint of nervousness as she asks, "How?"
"Go with a classic, but do it well. Practice it so it has the desired affect," but it's a slip on my part. Sure practice it later, I think, but at the moment I want to see if you'll do it. I guess I'm feeling particularly wolfish.
I change my tone of voice just a bit toward the imperative and continue, "Assume a position that communicates submission. Drop to your knees with your hands either on your knees or behind your back."
Emily looks a bit shocked, probably because I'm obviously veering away from the hypothetical, but she places her drink down and gets up from her chair. My excitement is starting to rise. I didn't actually expect that to work. I take a sip from my glass and watch as Emily moves to stand in front of my chair and then slowly sinks down to her knees. She adjusts herself into as comfortable a position as she can find on the old deck boards and places her hands on her knees.
Her demeanor changes. She smiles mocks, "Like this?"
She has decided to play along but isn't completely sold on it yet. I lean forward and look at her directly as I instruct, "Sit up straight and put your shoulders back so that you appear even more graceful ..." She straightens up some. "... and spread your knees. Wider. Wider. That's good. Put your hands behind your back. It will help your posture. Well done."
My eyes unabashedly drink her in, lingering for a moment at her crotch where I'm pretty sure that I would find the denim to be warm and damp.
"Mmm. Now that is a beautiful sight," I appreciate aloud. "With your knees spread and your arms back like that you are completely exposing yourself to ... what did you decide to call your playmate?"
She swallows and looks up at me, "Sir"
"And do you know what you want from Sir? Now that you are in position you could address Sir and ask for whatever it is that you want. You're a wonderfully intelligent woman with a playful imagination," I compliment. "Express what it is that you're after."
"Sir," she swallows again and her voice is so quiet. I can hear desire straining against propriety and fear. "Sir, please command me. Please tell me what to do."
I slide from my chair to crouch in front of her. Looking her in the eye, I reach out and run my fingers lightly across a blushing cheek, through the hair over her left ear and back down her jawline. Emily's breathing is starting to get heavier and she bites her bottom lip. My fingers reach her lips. She closes her eyes most of the way and her lips part ever so slightly and she kisses my fingers.
"Stand up," I say as rising to my feet. "But keep your hands behind your back."
