Ally had done some mildly crazy things in her time, most of them related to BDSM. This is a story about one of those events.
As a lifelong sub, she was always pushing her own sexual limits. Always looking for that next zenith of pleasure and satisfaction that comes with partaking in certain risky ventures. Risky ventures with near strangers, especially. Ally had fucked many men, most of whom she met online through various dating sites and forums. The internet proved, for Ally, to be the best thing that could possibly have been invented within her lifetime. Living in a bigger city, there was certainly no shortage of men willing to show her "who the boss was." There were many BDSM clubs in her area and doms who were looking to own new slaves, but Ally wasn't overly interested in those scenes. Ally had a different scene.
What Ally preferred to do was simple, and served her ends almost perfectly. She would meet men online and only chat with them long enough to know if they were into being dominant in a BDSM situation. If they weren't, she politely moved on. But, if they were, she would insist on seeing them on cam, immediately, to verify physical attraction and to make sure she was at least talking to the "real person" from the singles ad or chat room or whatever. If all of that checked out, she would insist on a sexual meeting as their next contact. If the guy agreed, she had game. If not, no harm done. One reason for this, was that Ally didn't need to know anything more about them, personally, nor did she care to. The other, more important reason, was that she wanted all of the sexual acts that might come of a meeting to be a complete surprise. That was "her thing": not knowing what to expect or how far her partner might try to go. The thought of knowing that her partner would be into dominating her, but not knowing to what extent, really turned her on. The main reason behind this quirk was the feeling of pseudo-entrapment. It was the closest she felt she could get to a forced sexual act without actually being raped. She lived on that very fine line. She loved it.
She met Alex on a Monday evening, online, and they decided after a quick chat and web cam viewing that they should meet in person and see where it would lead. The date was set for Friday night at a local cocktail bar:
Xanadu
. It was the kind of place where you could go to have a few drinks, and relax, without having to encounter the rift raft that tends to walk into a lot of other bars. There was no dress code, per se, but the vast majority of the patrons that went there dressed business casual. For the occasion, Ally wore a black, form fitting, spaghetti strap dress, and three inch heels. At barely five feet tall, she often added a few inches to her height with her footwear. She was a tiny little package. She was slender and well defined, which came from her many hours at the gym, combined with a vegetarian diet. Her boobs were small, but perky, and she had a nice, round bubble butt. She wore her blond hair down. She wore cool blues on her eyelids and no lipstick. Her mouth was gorgeous, as it was. Her lips were pink and full.
After entering
Xanadu
, and taking a quick look around for Alex, Ally decided to sit at one of the many small tables in the back of the bar, away from the bar and main entrance. Having not seen him anywhere on the way to the back of the bar, she assumed he must not yet be there. Given that she was fifteen minutes early, she wasn't surprised. Before long a young waitress came to take her order, a Long Island iced tea, while she sat and waited in anticipation for Alex. She sat, with her legs crossed, idly blowing at the soft flame being emitted from the small candle in the center of the table, in front of her, as she waited. Before long the young girl returned with her drink. As she twisted the straw around in the glass, she saw the front door open within her peripheral vision and a large framed man walk through it. She looked up, habitually. As he got closer to the bar, she could tell it was Alex. It was at about that time that he noticed her and smiled a toothy grin.
Alex was a big man. He stood at six foot three and weighed over two hundred pounds. It was obvious, from the bumps and valleys under his white dress shirt, that he was no stranger to pumping iron. His shoulders were as broad as the grin on his face, and he had a commanding presence about him. As he walked though the bar, toward Ally, many people turned to look at him. He just had that way about him. His sleek, black pants fell perfectly against his strong legs as he strode toward her. His hair was short and styled with gel. Ally took a moment to admire him as he walked toward her. He was perfect.
Seconds later, he was standing right in front of her. He almost hadn't broken eye contact with her since he noticed her.
"Don't get up," Alex laughed, as he sensed that Ally was about to move. "We'll only end up sitting back down again, two seconds later," he said, as he continued to laugh. As he sat down, he reached his hand across the table, toward her. "Hi there," he said. "I'm Alex."
When Ally felt his big, strong hand gently cradle hers, she felt a shiver throughout her little body and a quick tingle in her pussy. She could smell his spicy cologne as she gazed into his confident eyes. She inwardly hoped that he would, later, be brutalizing her.
They made small talk for a while and flirted with each other as the drink tally went up, drink by drink, for each of them. After a few hours, they had were both moderately intoxicated and were getting along wonderfully. Ally suggested then, that they go back to her place. Alex agreed. Neither of them had driven to the bar, assuming they wouldn't be able to drive back so they grabbed a cab. After giving the driver directions to her place, Ally sat back and got comfortable for the short drive. Alex leaned in close to her, and got equally comfortable.
"You know..." Ally whispered, quizzically, "your hands are HUGE."
Alex smiled, knowingly, as he placed left hand across Ally's thigh.. "Yip, I get that a lot," he said. "They come in handy, fairly often, for
this and that
."
"Oh yeah?" Ally grinned, playfully, tracing her index finger around his knuckles. "You ever use 'em to show someone...
who the boss is
?"
"Occasionally," he said, looking right past her, tightening his grip on her thigh with his thick fingers.
Ally let out a small gasp as her heart rate went up a little. She was warm now, and starting to perspire. She wanted to be out of this cab and on her knees for this incredibly attractive man. "Like when?" she said, discreetly squeezing the hand on her thigh.
"Like when little girls don't know when to behave," Alex whispered in her ear. "Are you a bad girl, Ally?" he whispered, mockingly, pressing his fingers hard into the flesh of her small thigh. "Do I need to teach you how to behave?" Ally's pussy was now starting to get wet as she felt Alex's hot breath in her ear, as he whispered to her. "I might have to show you who the boss is," he said, sternly.
After a few more minutes, the cab pulled up to Ally's door. Alex payed the driver and they stepped out, into the night, and into that exciting dimension of lust, intoxication, and anticipation.
Ally was almost towing Alex to the front door, anxious to be alone with him. As she fumbled in her purse for her keys, she felt him come up on her. Grabbing her by her biceps, from behind, he scolded, "Get that fucking door open,
now
!"
