She smiled. He must have waited outside her door looking at his watch to time it precisely, for he knocked just as the clock noted the exact time she had specified for him to arrive. She had emphasized punctuality, stressed why arriving more than a couple minutes early or late was disrespectful and a poor way to begin a session. His efforts to follow this important instruction pleased her immensely; he was off to a good start.
She opened the door to see him, freshly showered and shaved, dressed neatly. She noted that his manicured fingers nervously, unnecessarily, and absent-mindedly smoothed out his pants; and his eyes struggled to focus on her eyes but were unsure just where to look. She was truly proud of him for his decision to try submission for the first time. His emails had gradually revealed his desire to please her, his willingness to follow her lead sexually. It took courage she well knew since she was in turn a sub to another, and she respected his concerns.
"Please come in. I'm very happy to see you."
She beamed at him, honestly in high spirits and becoming aroused already at the sight of him. He was just the right height for her, well-proportioned, and exuded masculinity even in his evident submissiveness to her. He clearly felt embarrassed, unsure, outside of his comfort zone, but willing to do this for her. Oddly, his awkwardness endeared him to her, and she smiled more warmly, eagerly, hungrily. She enjoyed in advance what was about to happen.
"This will be just as we discussed in our emails and it is your choice to be here;" She noted tenderly as she ushered him into the room, "You have made a conscious decision to please me, and when you do that you will find a deeper fulfillment for yourself ... on many levels." She pointed toward a chair in the middle of the room where he carefully draped his jacket.
"Please stand over here and clasp your hands behind your back... Yes, just like that. You have no idea how beautiful you are to me standing there. It will be very difficult for me to stick to our agreement not to touch each other this first meeting. But just as I need to trust you, likewise you need to know beyond all doubt that you can trust me to be true to my word, to protect you, to tend to you, and" she continued as she lowered her voice, dropped her eyes to his crotch, "to satisfy your needs."
The pictures he had sent had not done him justice, she thought, wavering in her determination to follow her plan. Instead of keeping at least a couple of paces between them at all times, she modified her tactics by stepping closer to him, within arm's reach.
"I won't ask you to do anything that I haven't done, nor will I ask you to take risks before I do. Sometimes I'll say 'please' and other times I won't, but at all times it is my request and your decision to follow." As she said this, she very slowly walked around him to get a better look at him, her voice gradually betraying how much she truly liked what she saw. "You are to always be honest with me, to ask for clarification – especially in the beginning – whenever needed. You need to be true to yourself, never fake your responses or submissiveness, yet you should seek to stretch your current boundaries and understanding of yourself. Because you are so new to this role, for now I'll address you as Babe. This only implies that you are at the beginning of tremendous personal growth that I will help to nurture. Believe me, I see you as the full man that you are, and that is a big part of what arouses my passion for you."
Standing in front of him, now half an arm's length away, she could feel the warmth from his body, and his natural, masculine scent, fortunately free of any masking colognes, filled her nostrils with the pheromones that for millennia have attracted women to men. She wanted so much to lean forward and kiss that sweet mouth, patiently waiting for her. Being so near him inflamed her but she strove to maintain authority in her voice and stance. She looked deep into his eyes, nearly melting with the beauty and intensity of lust combined with obedience she saw there. Perhaps he thought she was testing his nerve when she stood there, not moving at all, practically hearing his heartbeat, but she simply needed the time to regain composure through a few deep breaths.
"Babe," she eventually whispered, "are you really ready to do as I wish, to deny yourself immediate gratification for greater satisfaction, to please and trust me?
Why was she frightened of what he would say? All her life she could rarely have been so close to a man at their first meeting, feeling so aroused, without him taking her regardless of her desires. She expected him to overpower her, something he certainly was physically capable of doing as they both knew, and something she often loved at other times. However, this time she was Domme and he was her sub ... or at least she hoped so. What if he said no? What if he chose not to respect her?
"Ma'am, yes, I am ready and very willing to serve your needs and wishes."
She felt goose bumps race over all of her skin, igniting her senses when she heard these words, saw the truth of them in his eyes. She wanted him, could easily climb on him then, unleash his cock, and ride it while wrapped around his body, holding on to him as she rocked herself to orgasm on him. He didn't look like he would object, either. Her smile filled her face, and she even felt misty-eyed with gratitude, with delight, and with anticipation.
"Oh Babe," she purred, "I am so thrilled to hear you say that. Thank you for giving yourself to me; your submission is a gift I will enjoy and treasure." With a deep sigh of contentment, she stepped back away from the temptation he presented. "Now you will see more of me."
