Fantasy # 001 -- Exposure and Exhibition
When I confessed one of my, at least to my mind, dirtiest and most secret fantasies with my Sir, I never dreamed it would ever become a reality.
That morning began not unlike any other. I woke to find my Sir touching me, creating incredibly exciting feelings in my core. His caress woke me in more ways than one and it seemed no time at all before I was gasping and whimpering in pleasure. The grin on his face was the one he gives me when he is in a very playful mood.
"Do you want me, my Angel?" his voice seemed to purr as he nuzzled my neck.
My reply was another whimper as his hand, already between my legs, encouraged them to open. I knew my answer, in so many ways, did not matter. When I gave myself to him of my own free will, I gave up the right to say "No." to his advances. But I loved the game and I loved the question. So I gave my answer.
"If it would please Sir, I would love to be taken by him in any way he sees fit." I replied between sweet moans and groans.
"Good girl." he moaned, even as he sank deeply into me. The words alone sent a rush through my body.
He used me well that morning, moving my body into the positions he most preferred. I reacted to him with all of the love and devotion I have for him. As was his wont, he kept me at the edge, but did not push me over it and into orgasm. We were both panting and sweaty when he was finished with me and he smiled as he lay over me, caressing my face.
"I have to get ready for work, my Angel." he told me. "I will be home at seven and you will be dressed in long skirt, long sleeved blouse, bra and shoes. We are going to the club after dinner."
Feeling immediate butterflies in my stomach, I simply nodded and replied. "Yes, Sir. I will be ready for you at seven."
He climbed off of me and I cherished the feeling of him leaving my body. Then he prepared for work, kissed me and was on his way.
My day went much as it always did. I did my morning chores, made sure the house was pristine and tried not to think about going to the club. Of course, I would go without protest or complaint, but Sir knew how very shy I am. Going to the club meant dealing with people, mostly friends of Sir's but many I didn't know at all. When I thought about it, my heart raced and I worked to calm myself. Sir would never do anything to shame me or to hurt me.
Throughout the day, Sir called me to see how I was doing. I did not ask about the club and he did not offer me any more information than I already knew.
In the mid-afternoon, showered and dressed as my Sir wanted me to dress. All of my skirts were long, so my only consideration was which color I should wear. Since we were going to the club, I opted to wear a long black broomstick skirt. The bra I wore was of black lace and over that, I wore a long sleeved, high necked, almost Victorianesque blouse. After I tucked it in, I lifted my skirt and pulled it down even more.
I was dressed. Only dinner needed to be prepared for Sir before we left for the club.
Dinner was ready for the table when I heard the key in the lock, announcing Sir's homecoming. I quickly reached up and pulled my hair out of the bun I wore it in while I worked throughout the day. My long, thick, wavy hair fell in a rope and a comb or two through it with my fingers as I headed for the door and it was loose and very pretty falling past my shoulders and halfway down my back. I reached the door as it opened and I stood quietly, head slightly down and my hands clasped behind my back, waiting for him to greet me so I could greet him.
"I'm home, my Angel." he greeted me with a smile and opened his arms to me.
Throwing myself into his arms, I kissed him deeply and passionately, as I always did. I missed him so when he was away from me, and I put all of that into the kiss I gave him when he returned home safe from work.
Part of my distracting myself throughout the day was to put extra pains into dinner preparations. I'd searched the refrigerator and the cabinets and decided that I would prepare pineapple chicken along with a starch and vegetable.
Sir smiled at me as he sat and I sat after him. He praised my cooking and we both enjoyed the meal. It was not until I was clearing the table that he mentioned my clothing.
"Perfect, my Angel." he praised me. "You look exactly as I wanted you to look." he grinned at me as I almost blushed at his praise.
I then covered myself in one of my aprons and very carefully washed the dinner dishes. I dried my hands, removed and put away my apron and looked down at myself, making sure my skirt and blouse were still clean and neat.
"Are you ready, my Angel?" he asked me, standing in the kitchen doorway, tossing his keys in the air and catching them again. He had the look of a little boy who was excited to get to the ball game before the first pitch.
My stomach flip-flopped, but I smiled, nodded and told him. "Yes, Sir. I am ready."
The drive to the club seemed long to me, only because I was dreading the unknown. I comforted myself with the knowledge that Sir would never do anything to hurt me. He took my mind off of things by asking me how my day went and again praising my cooking skills. Our conversation was light and I was feeling much more relaxed when he pulled into the parking lot of the B.D.S.M club.
Getting out of the car, I looked up at the building and could feel myself beginning to shake. Sir offered me his arm and I took it like a drowning woman would take hold of a life ring. He smiled at me and led me into the club.
Being with my Sir and holding onto him, I was nowhere near as anxious as I would have been had I been alone. For almost an hour we chatted with people. Masters and slaves, Dominants and submissives. As we did, we were greeted with three good friends of my Sir; Dave, Jack and Stephen. They greeted my Sir and then stayed near us as the socialization continued.
If there was a sign, I completely missed it. Sir led me to a closed door and opened it, motioning for me to go inside before him. While he followed and closed the door behind us, I noticed that the room had many of the standard B.D.S.M equipment inside of it. A St. Andrews Cross was in one corner, there were some chains along the wall and in the middle of the wall to our left was a large bed, complete with rings and chains.
Gulping I stared, my heart stopping and my imagination starting in earnest. Sir had never whipped me, never tied me up, never chained me. I couldn't help but wonder what he had in store and again, reminded myself that my Sir would never hurt me.
