The minute she walked into the crowded club, she felt his presence. She was very nervous about being here, having never been willing to act upon her submissive nature before. In a moment of pure spontaneity she had agreed to come to this club, where dominant men find submissive women. And here she was, unsure of what to do.
She had met him online a couple of months ago. They had never exchanged personal information. She didn't even know his name. She had seen a picture of him. He had seen one of her also. When he suggested they meet, she reluctantly accepted, not wanting to drive him away.
He noticed her as soon as she walked in. She was short, probably only 5'4" or so. She had very long wavy blonde hair that ended only inches away from her shapely little ass. She had beautiful cleavage. She was nervous, he observed. Very nervous. He smiled, sensing how new she was to the whole experience. He strides over to her. She felt like she was being watched, and was slightly uncomfortable. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and because she was so tense, she jumped. He ran his hands down her arms and back up slowly, giving her shoulders a little squeeze. "Hello, pet." He says quietly into her ear, so that she can feel his warm breath against her neck. She shivers.
"Hi." She barely gets the words out, she's so nervous.
"Will you come with me, little one? I would like to take you back to my home and make you a very happy woman." He whispered. She panicked for a moment, then relaxed, remembering how badly she had always wanted this.
"Yes, please. But I'm so inexperienced." He squeezed her shoulders again.
"The perfect sub is trained by her Master and is tailored to fit His needs. You are a blank slate, pet, and I am lucky enough to choose what goes into your pages. Come." And with that, he turned and left, knowing she'd eagerly follow. She did, and climbing into his car, took a few calming deep breaths.
The drive to his home was short and on the way she took in the sight of him. He was tall, at least 6 feet. He's well built, and very muscled. His skin is a gorgeous deep brown, and his eyes are a light hazel. The contrast is stunning. He glances over, making her aware of how rudely she is staring. She blushes and immediately turns away. He reaches over and grabs her chin, pulling her eyes back to his.
"You may look at me, pet." He says softly, and she gives him a small smile. A thought crosses her mind and before she can filter it, she says it.
"What is your name?" He tightens his grasp on her chin. She shrinks back, unsure of his reaction.
"My pet, you will never call me by my name. I will tell you, but if it ever crosses your lips unless directly ordered by me, you will be severely punished. Am I understood?"
"Yes." Her voice is almost inaudible.
"Very good. My name is Damion. Never will you use my name unless I instruct you to do so. Now, pet. What is your name?" She sighs, relieved that he was not angry with her, chiding herself for not thinking.
"Cara. What should I call you?" He releases her chin.
"You will address me as Master or Sir." He smiles. Her nervousness returns. The fear of disappointing him or forgetting his instructions scares her. She begins to talk fast.
"I've never done this. I've never been submissive. I know that's what I am, but I've never been with a Dom. My only sexual experiences are just normal sex."
"That's ok. What are your limits?" She frowns.
"I don't know. I suppose we'll find out as they come up."
"How about humiliation, names, degradation, things like that?"
"I don't mind it. I kind of like it." She says shyly.
"Good. Don't look embarrassed. This is nothing to be embarrassed about. We are both adults, and this is our lifestyle. You will never feel shame for what you are to me, is that understood, pet?" He says softly. She nods, feeling silly for being embarrassed. She is surprised at how easily this man is controlling her emotions. Mmmm, control. That's what she's always wanted in a lover and now she has it. He pulls her out of her thoughts. "We're here, pet. Come inside." She follows him inside. Just before they get to the door, he stops and turns to her.
"When you walk inside of this door, you are mine. You will do as I say when I say it and if you do not, you will be punished. The safe word is red. If you ever say the safe word, I will immediately stop what I am doing, release you from any bonds, and take you into the bathroom to clean you off and we will discuss why you needed to say the safe word. I will push your limits and sometimes I will take you too far. You can always stop me, but I expect you to take as much as you can. I will be very rough with you and it will take getting used to. In return, I will protect you and love you more than you've ever been loved before. Am I clear?" She swallowed and closed her eyes. After a moment, she nodded and they entered the house. He took her purse from her and went to the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine. He led her into an expansive living room and directed her onto the sofa.
"Do you have a name you would like to be called, pet?" She thought for a moment.
"No. That's up to you, Sir." She smiled, proud of herself for remembering his title. Another question pops into her head.
"What are your rules, Master?"
"You will do as I say when I say it. Any hesitation or disobedience will lead to punishment. You will not look me directly in the eye. You will wear only the clothing that I approve. You will cook for me, clean for me, and be prepared to please me at a moment's notice. You will never cum without permission."
"Ok."
"Good. Now, set your glass down and turn around."
"Mmmm, very nice." He slaps her ass hard, surprising her.
"Every time you speak to me, you will address me as Master or Sir. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" She closes her eyes tightly and swears at herself.
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry I forgot, Master. Please be patient with me. I want so badly to learn to please you."
"Very good, slut. I will be patient with you, but you will learn the rules. Now, are you ready?"
"Yes, Master." He grabbed her hips lightly and turned her around until she was facing him.
