Ch 2 ~ The Beginning
Sara pulled to the side of the road. She was a Realtor returning from a successful appointment. Mr. and Mrs. Franklin were listing their beautiful home as soon as she could get the paperwork taken care of. Now, she had another appointment.
Sara had met this man online several weeks ago, and they had spoken about many things, among them, their sexual fantasies. Could she really experience them? Dare she?
Again, she scanned the landscape. The cabin was set back in the grove of trees on a beautiful wooded lot. It was really a beautiful location with large oaks and maples all around it.
Sara was 45 and had been divorced for 6 years. She was a lovely woman with reddish blonde hair, green eyes and a shapely figure accentuated by her large, full bust. She was dressed in khaki slacks, a pale pink v-neck silk jersey with a navy blue blazer.
She wasn't exactly dressed for a cross country jaunt, but she carefully headed toward the cabin. The glare of a lamp in one window served to remind her that it was getting dark. A myriad of emotions was building within her as she approached his cabin.
She knocked on the door. A man's voice from within called, "Come in, Sara." His voice was deep and warm, and her insides nearly vibrated with it's intensity. She gingerly clasped the knob, turned and pushed.
Cautiously, her stomach in her throat, she took a step inside, "Hello?" She took another step into the cozy cabin.
"Hello, please come in and have a seat. I don't get many guests." She involuntarily shivered, and her professional poise kicked in. She walked over to an overstuffed chair. Across the room, her eyes beheld a tall, dark man about 55, she guessed. He stood as she approached and held out his hand to receive hers. Gently, he pressed a kiss to her hand. "You are welcome here."
"Thank you, Sir, for your hospitality. I'm Sara, and you have a lovely home. If you don't mind, Sir, why do you wish to sell it?"
Foreign emotions swarmed inside her. "Who is this man?" she wondered. He had not said. He said nothing, in fact, for several minutes.
Finally, he stood, walked to a table nearby, poured a glass of wine and picked up the phone. He handed them both to her.
"Call whomever you wish, but I wish for you to enjoy supper here with me this evening so we can become better acquainted." He held her gaze for several minutes in silence.
They chatted for an hour or so until the chill of uncertainty left her bones. What were these feelings? Fear ... excitement? ... maybe both.
"Sara, is there a Man in your life?" he asked. Again, his gaze grabbed hers and held it. She felt like his eyes were reading her soul, her innermost thoughts. She looked away.
"I date, Sir, but no one special. Why do you ask?
"There is a restless look in your eyes, Sara. Would you care to play a little game with me?"
"What kind of game?" she asked, caution rising in her throat.
"One with very specific rules." He paused. "Sara, do you like to be told what to do?"
"No way ..." she started to say, but somehow knew he meant something different than her first interpretation. "Sometimes, why?" The words slipped from her lips in a whisper. He nodded.
"Sara, tell me about yourself. What do you enjoy?" His questions served to put her at ease.
"I am a Realtor, Sir. I was out here to meet with one of your neighbors, the Franklins. Do you know them?" Instinctively, she tried to take control of the conversation.
"No Sara, I don't know them." He paused, then continued. "That is what you do, Sara. I asked you to tell me about you." His voice was stern, but polite, almost fatherly.
She began to tell him about her children and her failed marriage. She talked about the difficulties she had after her divorce to get on her feet financially. For more than an hour they talked as he lead the conversation.
"Sara, we shall play this game I spoke of. You will enjoy it, Sara." His words were so convincing she dare not disagree. She was intrigued more than anything else.
"Sure, Sir. I will stay for the evening. What do you think your home will sell for, if I may ask?" She was trying to change the subject, to get back on familiar ground.
His eyes looked into hers, and they stood still in time. A minute or so later, he said, "Sara, please go into the kitchen. You will find dinner already prepared. Please serve it on the table in the dining room. I will join you momentarily."
"Of course," she replied. She started to wonder what was on his mind but stopped herself.
She didn't know why, but she felt somehow compelled to obey his request. Whether it was because of his kindness or his respectfulness, after a moment's hesitation, she disappeared into the kitchen. A few
minutes later, she emerged with dinner in hand. She set everything on the table, and refilled their goblets. She did think it a bit odd that a potential client ask her to serve them in this way, but it didn't occur to her that it was anything but a usual evening with this oddly attractive Man.
They enjoyed a lovely supper with more wine, the delicious lasagne, and a large salad. Another hour passed with their supper and conversation. The warmth of the food and the new friendship allowed Sara to feel quite comfortable by the time supper was ended.
"Are you ready to play our game, Sara?" He asked. She hesitated. "It is a very simple game of obedience. I will tell you more about the game when we are finished, and you will then tell me if you wish to play it again. I will tell you the rules as we go, but the basic premise is that you respect me and demonstrate that by your obedience, and I respect you and demonstrate it by understanding and acknowledging what I believe are your limitations. I suspect we will talk more about limitations afterwards.
"Yes Sir." She was feeling rather overwhelmed, but a strange sense of adventure and intrigue. Curiouslty had overtaken her, and she became determined to see this through.
"Shall we begin?" He asked.
"Yes Sir." She felt warm and a little buzzy from the wine as they started their game.
"Go in the bedroom on the left and dress in what you find there." Again, his voice seemed powerful and yet so kind that it was not at all out of character for Sara to do as she was directed. As though she knew the cabin's layout, she walked back the hallway to the room on the left. There, on the bed, she found the clothes he expected her to don. She laughed as she quickly removed her clothing and hung it on the hangers provided. This was straight from an old fantasy she had many times entertained. There was a simple white gauze dress with a lovely gold clasp over each shoulder. She put it on. The neckline draped beautifully, but dangerously low, and she felt uncomfortably exposed. The dress fit like it had been designed for her. The feel of the barely-there fabric heightened the sensitivity of her skin, and she felt her nipples harden as waves of anticipation jolted her insides. She noticed that the dress parted ever-so-slightly at the bottom. She wasn't sure if she was horrified or ... aroused? It was so short! There were simple black heels beside the dress, so she put them on also and stood for several minutes taking in her reflection. She looked breathtakingly lovely, but did she dare dress like this in front on Him? In front of anyone?
She cautiously walked back out to the living room, already responding to the unusual amount of skin exposed.
"Sara, I can see you like your clothes. They fit you well, yes?"
"Ummm, Yes Sir," she replied. Part of her told her to get the hell out of there, but there was a secret part of her that commanded her to stay ... to investigate further ... to dare to stay. She did not feel he would harm her, although she did not feel entirely safe, either.
"You must now. For the remainder of this game, call me "Master". Is that clear?"
