It was late one Friday night when she made that two hour drive out to the isolated country town. She was alone and trying hard not to think about what she was about to do or what many possibilities awaited her arrival. This was so out of character for her, so cheap, and so dangerous, but she wanted to see what this lifestyle was really like, first hand. She’d read about it, talked about it, but never experienced it.
She didn't really know this man. When she considered that she could be injured, even killed, or kidnapped, shared with men not of her own choosing, or even women, forced to perform acts against her will, her stomach would quiver and she would almost turn back. Almost...but she argued with herself in her own mind.
“Oh, how likely is that, really? This is the only way you’ll know if you want this and chances are it will be fun or at least tolerable. You love to please a man and this is just another way to do that.”
“So the sex might be no good. You’ve made yourself go through horrible sex before, with that son of a bitch you once called husband, and you made it. How bad could it be, after being fucked the exact same way, with the exact same script, almost every single fucking monotonous night for eight long, insufferable years? At least your pussy will be wet for this! Hell, it already is. You are ready for this. You have to know.”
“If you didn’t want this, you’d have gone back home by now.”
This was her last thought as she emerged from her conservative, reliable four-door in the parking lot of a nameless dive-it could’ve been anywhere-intent upon meeting her first true Dominant. Her Dom. A Master. A man who wished to have full control over her body, mind, and sexuality for an indeterminate period of time.
A thrill shot up her back at the thought as she straightened her clothes and touched up her make-up in the reflection of the car’s window. Her challenge tonight would be to please him, to quickly learn and obey his rules. This, having no way of knowing anything about what they might be.
She knew already that she was expected to call him Daddy. He bestowed upon her the name of Princess. He wanted her. It was enough for her. It was so very little. She did not care.
She entered and looked around a hazy, poorly lit bar, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the scene. Immediately, her Master spotted her and haled her to him. He had already ordered her drink. It was one of her favorite red wines. She’d completely forgotten he had asked what she liked during one of their talks preparing for this meeting.
He made a little small talk with her and waited for the wine to have it’s desired effect, letting her relax with him and chat blithely, as if they were two old friends just reunited. When she mentioned needing to visit the powder room, he gave her detailed directions and watched her as she went. She realized she had not eaten that night-nerves, she supposed-and her stomach began to growl.
Daddy heard this, as she returned to him. He immediately said, “Let’s go, you need something to eat.” and they went. There was no question and he did not seek her opinion about where to go. She followed him in her car.
Throughout the night, she learned not to say, “OK” to him. Always, it must be, “Yes, sir” or “Yes, Daddy”, if they were out of the earshot of others. She learned not to shake her head or look at him too long. She learned that she must speak up, clearly, and loudly. She was chastised for wearing a shirt that was too sexy in public.
It was low-cut enough to frame her full, firm, well-shaped, D-cup breasts. When she leaned over just enough, she gave Daddy a very nice view of a voluptuous pair of tits. Hearing his displeasure, she straightened and he chastised her for that, too. He wanted her to be a bad girl. He wanted to tell her what a whore she was and he did. Every time he did, her desire to be good for and obedient to him grew stronger.
Walking her to her car, he began kissing her and fondling her. Anyone could have seen them and known exactly what he was doing to her! She blushed furiously, but did not resist him. Her arousal took her by surprise. It seemed heightened by her humiliation.
Her Master then asked her to get in her car. This was when she decided she would argue with him, saying it wasn’t fit to be seen. He then ordered her to open it. The look in his steely eyes sent a chill down her spine and she complied without further objection.
