The cab pulls up to the stairway in front of the condominium complex. As Lisa looks out the window she feels her heart pounding wildly with anticipation. She has arrived at last! It has been a long day. An hour drive to the airport had been followed by a three hour wait and a five hour flight; and although the final leg, the taxi ride, has taken only twenty minutes, it has seemed like an eternity. The traveler looks at her watch. It is 1am. It is late but the reality is that her day has barely started for she knows that in a few minutes her life will be taking a dramatic turn.
"Be careful on those steps, ma'am, they look icy."
"I will, sir. Thank you very much."
She hands the driver a couple of twenties as she grabs her suitcase and starts up the stairs. Because the bag is heavy, she tilts it on its wheels to make it easier to move along. The wheels make a noisy clunking sound as they roll across the slick boardwalk. Lisa wonders if it is too loud. At the top of the landing she turns left to climb the last flight of stairs to his condo. She uses all her strength to carry the bag as she is sure the racket it had been making must have attracted attention. Hauling the weight up the steep stairs causes her heart to pump even faster than it already had been in her excited state. By the time she gets to the top floor it is beating uncontrollably in her chest.
At last she stands before the door. She takes three deep breaths in an attempt to relax but the effort is for naught. She recalls the Instructions:
".... you are to ring the doorbell and wait fifteen seconds before entering."
With a trembling hand Lisa rings the bell and begins to count. At fifteen the daring adventurer turns the doorknob and walks in.
Immediately she notices the logs burning in the fireplace. They give the room a warm glow which is supplemented by numerous lighted candles placed at strategic locations throughout the apartment. In front of the hearth is a large blanket with a leopard skin motif. Satin pillows are strewn across its thick nap. To the side is a platter covered with strawberries, grapes, and tropical fruits. Two glasses of red wine are close by. Classical music can be heard coming softly from two speakers near the edges of the blanket. Lisa is also struck by the delightful scents which fill the air. She recognizes the sandalwood right away but cannot discern the identity of the frankincense resin which is slowly vaporizing on a burner. She smiles as she looks in at the love nest which has been prepared for her.
After removing her shoes, she places them neatly next to her bag in the entryway. She steps into the living room but then suddenly turns back. She has forgotten to lock the door, an error she knows she cannot afford to make. The risk of making a mistake terrifies her. Turning the deadbolt, Lisa realizes she needs to calm down for she is definitely on edge. She can't believe that she is doing what she is doing. As she goes back into the living room, the tense visitor takes several more deep breaths.
Locating the recliner, Lisa puts her coat lengthwise across it as had been directed in the written Instructions she had received a week earlier. Then she takes off her dress, folds it, and places it on top of the coat. Lastly she removes her stockings, dropping them on the floor before the chair. All she has on now is black lace panties and a black bra. Down the hall she finds the bathroom. Checking her look in the mirror, she fixes her hair, making sure it is hanging down neatly. She takes another deep inhale before shutting the light off and going out into the hallway.
The anxious guest pauses ever so briefly before the closed bedroom door. After going over in her head what she has been told to say, she knocks twice.
"Sir, I am ready for you."
Lisa then walks back into the living room and stops six inches from the center cushion of the couch. She reaches down to pick up the black blindfold that is sitting there for her. She cannot help but notice the paddle and flogger on each side of the cushion. After putting the blindfold on, the intrepid woman stands there waiting quietly for a man she has never met to come out to her.
Quietly, but not patiently. It seems to take forever. Lisa stands there in place, but nothing happens. Her thoughts start to race: "Where is he? Why doesn't he come out? Is something wrong?" She tells herself to be cool but under the circumstances every minute feels like an hour. The tension continues to build.
Finally she hears the bedroom door open. She listens to his footsteps coming across the thick carpet. He goes into the kitchen. As Lisa hears the sound of water running she becomes even more nervous: "What is going on? What is he doing out there? Why doesn't he come over here?"
The man shuts the water off and walks into the room. Lisa senses that he is very close to her. There is a nerve wracking silence which seems interminable. She dares not move.
"Why aren't your hands behind your back?"
The stunned girl immediately laces the fingers of her hands together behind her back. His demanding tone and the realization that she has not followed the Instructions exactly cause her to start shaking. Her face turns red and her breathing becomes audibly strained. She is reaching her limits.
He places his hand lightly in her hair, stroking it gently, gradually moving his fingers through the length of it. Leaning over, he whispers softly in her ear: "It's ok." Lisa feels her body relax in an almost hypnotic manner. Although she has never seen him, she knows well his voice. Many times it has calmed and soothed her; and many times it has taken her to heavenly heights. The uncertainty drains out of her. She feels a great sense of relief.
He leans down to kiss her. There is no force and very little pressure, yet right away Lisa can feel that it is a Dominant kiss, the kind of kiss that she has craved for so long. For the first time in her life she feels her desire for sexual submission being physically awakened. Surrendering any thought of control, her mind and body become totally submerged in the experience. His tongue slides into her mouth enveloping her with its warmth and wetness. The kiss lingers. Time no longer exists. All that matters is the kiss. When he places his right hand on the back of her head Lisa feels a slight but perceptible pressure drawing her in closer, pulling her mouth into his. The Dom then pulls his tongue back slightly so that it is a microscopic distance from her lips. Lisa slides hers out to barely connect with it. Their tongues move back and forth, rubbing against each other with the lightest possible touch, a sensuous dance which intoxicates both of them.
Disengaging, he reaches forward to unhook her bra. He slides the straps gently down off her shoulders. Tossing the bra to the side, he admires his submissive's beautiful breasts. Lisa however has a brief moment of anxiety. Because of the blindfold she cannot gauge his reaction. She is most proud of her breasts but she finds their unveiling to be difficult when she cannot see. She wants so much to be pleasing to her Dom. Her distress vanishes when she hears him whisper; "Magnificent!". She smiles.
For the past week Lisa had been forbidden to touch any sexual area on her body. This prohibition combined with the tension and suspense involved with this first session with her Dom has made her sensitivity reach a lifetime high. Her nipples are ready to explode with the slightest stimulation. Knowing this well, he blows his warm breath on them in a steady stream, causing them to harden. When he scrapes his fingernails over her taut nipples the receptive neophyte feels a wave of intense pleasure rolling through her. Without realizing it, she gasps, taking in a deep breath which thrusts her chest out further. After he pinches them hard, Lisa's hands come forward in an involuntary reaction to the intensity of the sensation.
"Young lady, put your hands behind your back!"
She instantly follows his order. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Yes, I'm sure you are. I am being lenient here because I realize that this is all very new to you, but you must pay attention. You have been told to keep your hands behind your back. You will demonstrate submission by following the commands I give you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good .... now .... you may kneel."
Lisa compliantly gets on her knees. Her Dominant sits down on the couch in front of her. His authoritative tone vanishes as he speaks to her in a much more loving voice:
"My precious girl! Before we go any further, I must tell you that I am so happy that you have come all this way to meet me. I have been thinking about this for awhile and I have decided that the time is right. Even though we are meeting physically for only the first time, I feel that we know each other very well. I wish to put this collar on you. It is a symbol of our relationship and your submission to me. You will wear it during any sessions we have and other times when you are told. You will never remove it without my permission. Most of the time I will take it off for you. It is yours to keep. You will take care of it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir, I do, .... thank you Sir, thank you very much."
He places the black leather collar around her neck, fastening it in the back, making sure that it is adjusted perfectly to fit. The large silver ring in front dangles down.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"May I speak?"
"You may."
"Sir, I am truly honored. I am very touched that you are giving me a collar."
"Very good. I must tell you that I am very pleased too. Your submission is a most precious gift. I will do my best to insure that you are always aware of my appreciation of it."
"Thank you, Sir."
