For gina, my Lit friend, her fantasy, my words.
I was scared to death. I knew I shouldn't have come—that it was too soon—that I didn't know Sir well enough to do this yet. We'd only met twice before, once for lunch and once for a wonderfully romantic dinner. But we'd chatted online for weeks and I had become too anxious to wait any longer. Had I used poor judgment? Was my trust misplaced?
Too many things were still new to me: being single again, my blossoming desire to become a submissive, and chatting online with Dominates in a chat room on the Literotica website. Had I let myself become too caught up in it all?
I had taken safety precautions. I hated those demonstrations of distrust, but Sir had insisted. I had mailed a certified letter to myself that required my signature to receive. In it, I mentioned where I was going and whom I was going to be with. I also stated that any serious injury I might receive would not be consensual. I let another real person know that I would be away for long weekend and with whom. If they didn't receive a call from me each morning, they were to call the police. Of course, that friend knew only that it was going to be a romantic rendezvous, not the nature of it.
Perhaps I would feel more at ease if we would spend our first of these three days at the mountain resort in a more traditional manner—if we'd just dine and dance and then spend the night making vanilla love. I didn't dare suggest such a thing to Sir though. He had told me too often that eagerness and courage were among my traits most attractive to him—those and my "sexy playfulness" of course. How could I tell Him that those were online aberrations?
We checked in at the hotel desk and then went immediately to our room. I'm not sure what I expected to happen when we got there, but it wasn't talk. Once inside the room, Sir sat on the bed and asked me to sit. Sir always asked. He never ordered, commanded, or demanded. I loved that about Him. He understood me—understood that I viewed every act of submission as a choice and took my pleasure from complying—from pleasing. I knew where He meant for me to sit. I had sat at His feet many times during our online chats, my cheek resting against His leg while He smiled down at me and stroked my hair.
"Pet", He said softly, "it's okay that you are nervous. It pleases me."
Online, I had always melted inside when He called me "pet". In person, it was even more warming and endearing. The word massaged my heart, and hearing it calmed me. He had never called me His pet though. He had never uttered the words "my pet" online or in person, and He didn't now. He understood that I belonged to no one—that each time we were together, it was only temporary. I loved Him for respecting that. I managed a smile, "Thank you, Sir."
He smiled again and then nodded, "You're very welcome, pet. Now I would like you to just sit there awhile and rest and calm yourself."
He was sitting on the edge of the bed and I couldn't imagine that He was comfortable, so I offered, "I'm okay now, really, Sir."
He raised a questioning brow, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir."
He studied me for several seconds before saying, "Good, then I would like you to unpack your things and mine, except for my backpack. I would rather you didn't see what's inside it."
"As you wish, Sir." And I immediately got to my feet and began unpacking our luggage, placing some items neatly into the drawers and hanging others in the closet. He pulled two pillows from under the spread and sat back on them against the headboard, swinging His feet onto the bed. And then He quietly watched me. I could feel His eyes one me, and it was pleasing.
When my task was complete, I went to Him, laying on the bed and resting my cheek on His thigh. His hand found my head and stroked it gently. "Rest now, pet. Rest and breathe and imagine the joy that lies ahead. We have time."
After some time, I managed to begin slipping in and out of consciousness. I didn't really sleep though. His fingers never stopped lightly stroking my hair, head, and neck. All I could think about was how nice it was to just be together and not doing anything. There was no pressure, just nice relaxing togetherness.
(.)(.)
That evening, Sir took me out to a very nice restaurant for supper. When purchasing the sexy black dress, I thought I'd feel awkward and clumsy in it. I wasn't accustomed to wearing such things, always opting for much more conservative garments. But on this night, the snug fit, the plunging V that traversed my breasts leaving them partially exposed as it passed over them, the mid-thigh hemline, and my total nakedness underneath, all served to make me feel sleek and sexy and desirable.
When the smartly dressed and well-mannered waiter offered me the menu, I held up my palm, "No thank you. Sir will order for me."
After he left to fetch our drinks, Sir grinned at me, "You like doing that, don't you, pet?"
I returned his grin, "What?" and then shot Him a confessing wink.
He nodded and asked, "Have I told you that you look irresistibly delicious tonight?"
"Yes, you've mentioned that . . . a couple of times, Sir." I answered with a blushing giggle.
"Ah, so I have, and probably will again."
(.)(.)
Back at the hotel, Sir parked the rental car and we strolled leisurely around the lush grounds. "You left our waiter in terrible shape, you know that don't you?" When I just giggled, He added, "You knew what you were doing to him all along, rubbing his nose in the fact that you are submissive to me. But were you doing that for his benefit or for mine? I want the truth now, pet."
"Neither. It was for my benefit, Sir."
Sir stopped abruptly and spun me around to face Him. His hands were on my shoulders. The dim ground lights marking our path illuminated His face enough for me to see His wide smile, but He didn't speak. Instead He let His hands slide down my arms until they were on mine. His fingers curled mine under the hem of my dress and drew it slowly higher on my thighs, and higher still until it was gathered around my waist. His eyes locked on mine and held them.
With one hand, he slid a strap from my shoulder until my left breast was fully exposed. I bit my lower lip and waited as He studied me for a reaction. Convinced that I was okay with this, He cocked His head toward the gazebo at the turn in the paved path. He told me in a tender and loving tone what would please Him, His eyes thanking me even before I had begun to comply.
I thought we were alone in the garden, but I wasn't sure. I hadn't been paying any attention to that. I turned and locked my eyes on my destination, focusing all of my attention on it. And then I put one foot in front of the other until I was there, reminding myself to breathe as I walked. When I was in the middle of the gazebo, I turned, my hands still holding my dress exactly where He'd drawn it, my left breast beckoning to Him as He stood half way across the garden and watched me.
I released my dress with one hand, the other insuring that the material didn't fall as much as an inch. My fingers found the small patch of hair that I had left unshaven and teased it. I could barely see His smile in the dim light, but I could see it. That's all I could see—all I would allow myself to see—all I wanted to see.
I pressed my fingers lower and rubbed them gently over my mound, between my folds. One crooked and collected a sample of my slick secretions and then moistened my attentive clit with it. Two fingers returned for another portion and further moistened my clit before massaging around and over it. Sir's continuing smile was my reward.
Only three or four minutes elapsed before Sir extended His hand and beckoned me to Him. I wasn't sure if I should stop what I was doing while I went to Him, so I kept my fingers where they were, massaging myself as I walked slowly to Him.
When I was with Him again, He lowered the hem of my dress and raised the fallen strap to my shoulder once again. His hands on my bare shoulders, He moved closer and brushed His warm lips tenderly over mine. "Thank you, pet."
His words echoed through my brain."Thank you, pet, thank you, thank you, thank you, pet, pet, pet, pet, pet."
(.)(.)
When we arrived back at our room, Sir asked me to sit on the bed while He filled the garden tub, sprinkling bubble bath and scented oil in it as it filled. He came for me and removed my dress slowly, led me to the tub, and helped me into it. Sir bathed me gently and completely with a soft sponge, smiling at me the whole time. Neither of us spoke.
My bath finished, He helped me out and dried me with a soft towel. Then He dried my shoulder-length hair and brushed it for a long time. When He was satisfied, He pulled the spread from the bed and tossed it aside before folding back the top sheet. He helped me into it and then carefully positioned me on my stomach, my elbows out away from me, and my hands under my pillow. He pulled the sheet up to where it covered only my legs and the lower half of my buttocks.
Sir kissed me tenderly on the cheek and then moved back from the bed, looking at me, smiling, His satisfaction obvious. And then He disappeared into the bathroom and took a shower.
When He emerged, he was nude. Again, He stood and looked at me from across the room. I'd been careful not to move. I was exactly as He'd left me, and again, He rewarded me with an approving smile. As he stood there, I was further rewarded by the splendor of watching His flaccid penis slowly begin to fill and grow.
He was almost fully erect when He moved to the bed and slid in beside me. He turned me and pulled me to Him, my cheek against His chest, my arm draped over him, and my one leg bent, my warm thigh resting upon His now fully erect cock. "Sleep now, pet."
"Sir?" I questioned without thinking.
He chuckled. "You have pleased me greatly today, pet. We have time. Sleep now and dream of things to come, as I will."
