We've been chatting, instant messaging, and talking computer to computer for a year or longer. For the past month we've been planning our first meeting and making arrangements. I have sent you my toys ahead of time. You have booked a suite in the best hotel. Our "List of Rules" has been edited and re-edited, and we both know what to expect. I have a cover story that I'm going to a writers' conference.
Life is an adventure and we have chosen to participate. It has taken us a long time to accept the fact that our lust will not be denied. We will let it burn brightly and warm us, hoping that we can continue our normal lives and not hurt the ones we love. To go through life not experiencing what we crave is simply not acceptable. I have to give up living safely in order to live fully. I have to know what it is like to submerge myself in my passions, and count on my ability to not let it consume me.
From the time of my sexual awakening I have been aware of my need to be dominated. I long to give up control. I sense that my greatest pleasure will come when that happens. Fate has put me in contact with a man who understands me and whom I can trust to take me and use me without hurting me.
The day arrives; my husband takes me to the airport and sees me off. I tell him I will see him after the weekend. I arrive at Los Angeles airport late in the afternoon. It's been a long flight from Tucson Arizona, more tedious than anything else. You are waiting for me at passenger arrival.
You are dressed in black slacks, with a long sleeve maroon dress shirt. I think you are handsome, with piercing blue eyes that seem strong and gentle at the same time. You are holding a white jewelry box.
I go directly to you with my carryon bag. You smile at me and hand me the box. I put my bag on the floor and with a trembling hand I open the box. Inside is a beautiful silver necklace. It is thick with small silver leaves that look like ivy. But it is not delicate. The twisted silver stem that holds the leaves appears very sturdy. I look closely and see a dime-sized silver ring seemingly buried in the ivy. I know the necklace is a collar and that if I put it on I will be accepting your ownership of me. Part of our plan was for you to give me a symbolic present on my arrival. My acceptance of the present was to signify my acceptance of the rest of the plan.
I look at you and smile. "It's nice to finally meet you," I say. "The necklace is beautiful."
I remove the necklace from the box and put it around my throat. The clasp in the back is large and snaps easily into place with an audible click. It is snug fit, more like a choker than a necklace. A chill goes down my spine. There's no turning back now.
You place your hands on either side of my face and kiss me. "It's nice to meet you too", you say with a smile. We hug and you take my carryon bag and put an arm around my waist to hold me close. "Let's go."
We walk through the terminal without speaking. Both of us are happy and a little nervous too. Your car is waiting in a temporary parking area and you hold the door open for me. Again I feel that chill as I get into your car.
You get in and turn to me. "Would you like to get something to eat or drink or do you want to head to the hotel? This will be the last time I give you a choice. From here on out, I will be making all the decisions. Do you understand?"
I nod my head, accepting your condition. "Please, Sir, may we get something to drink." I ask you timidly. "It was a long flight and I would like to talk for a little while." You smile confidently and tell me to relax, that we are going to have a great time.
You take me to an upscale lounge near the airport. As you help me out of the car you lean down and whisper in my ear. "Shera, did you do as I instructed you." I nod my head yes. Your calling me "Shera" thrills me; it is the name you have chosen because it reminds you of "Scheherazade", the slave girl who stayed alive by charming her master with fanciful stories.
"Stand still," you order. You reach into my jacket pocket and take out my wet panties. I had removed them in the lavatory on the plane. You sniff them and put them in your pants pocket. You smile at me and usher me into the lounge, your hand is around my waist holding me close.
We are seated side by side at a corner table. A waiter comes to take our order. You order a beer for yourself and a glass of white wine for me. The waiter nods and leaves us. I wonder if he has seen the lust in my eyes.
You slide your hand along my thigh and slowly slide it up and down my leg (I'm wearing a short skirt with a black top as ordered by you). You turn to me and ask me, "What would you like to talk about, Shera."
"I'm a little nervous, Sir", I say. "When will we begin our adventure?"
You smile knowingly. "It's already begun, Shera. You are wearing my gift around your lovely neck." I gaze at you with wonder. You've come a long way since we began our chatting sessions. You have a more confident manner and feel more comfortable being in control. I am aroused by your attitude and feel a wetness seeping onto the top of my inner thighs.
The waiter returns with our drinks. His eyes linger on mine as if he knows. He smiles at you and gives you a thumbs up sign. Am I that obvious?