It started out innocently enough. Casual flirting which led to a series of questions, the questions being more and more probing, more and more personal, more and more sexual. You revealing to me what I craved, despite not knowing myself what it was. Before long I found myself unable to stay away, wanting you, desiring you to command me, eager to obey you, despite you persistently pushing me past any boundaries that I put up. I put up a wall and you knock it down piece by piece, revealing to me what I crave even when I don't realize it myself. Now despite all the times of telling myself this would never happen, I prepare to meet you for the first time, to be dominated and taken in real life.
I look down at the instructions that I printed out from you, questioning myself if I can really follow through with them, wondering if I dare disobey. You have told me that by the end of the night I will have completely submitted to you. I read through the list again: I am to wear a front closure bra and button up blouse, a short skirt with no panties. I should be completely shaved, bring my vibrators, and the remote control wireless egg shaped vibrating bullet.
I place the vibrators in my purse, and look at the clock. Fifteen minutes and you will arrive to pick me up. I had tried to set up the meeting so that I would drive myself, but you wanted me dependent on you and wouldn't hear of it. Eventually I had caved in, like I do on most things, and agreed to you picking me up. I quickly dressed in the clothes I had laid out. I wondered why you had told me to wear a front closing bra, as I smoothed the red shirt down. The skirt was much shorter than I was comfortable with, especially with no panties. I decide to put a pair of panties on, just to see if they are noticeable. They are not, and maybe you won't notice I think to myself. I can take them off before anything happens and you will never know the difference I reason to myself.
Before I can think it through anymore I hear the doorbell ring. I know it is you. I suppose what is done is done, it is too late to change now. I open the door and greet you, our first face-to-face meeting. I am taken aback at how nervous I am as you walk in. My heart is pounding in my chest, and already I can feel myself growing wet just at your presence. I feel a surge in my body, knowing that now you are close enough to touch, close enough to make all of my darkest desires come true. You come in and we sit down together, I am sitting across from you.
"Are you ready for tonight," you say breaking the silence.
"Yes sir," I say looking down at the floor, my voice almost quivering with both nervousness and barely contained desire.
"By the end of the night you will have fully submitted to me. There will be several phases to this process. Each phase emphasizing that I own you, and forcing you to submit that much further. There is to be no resistance or hesitation, or there will be punishment given. This is the first phase. Do you understand?" You say all of these things so matter-of-factly, as if we were having a casual conversation about the weather. The word punishment rings out, and I instantly regret putting the panties on.
"Yes sir, I understand." I say quietly, wondering how quickly I can get them off without you knowing.
"Now," you say standing up, "have you followed my instructions fully in preparing for tonight."
"Yes sir," I say as panic sets in in the reality that I will not get them off before you find out.
"Good," you say pleased. "Repeat back to me my instructions."
I look at you for a brief moment, processing what you have said, then respond, "I am to have my vibrators with me, I am to be completely shaved, to wear a button up blouse, a front closure bra, a short skirt, and no panties, sir."
"Where are you vibs," you question.
"In my purse sir," I respond back and point toward my purse. You walk over and look into my purse, which I have left open and see them laying there.
"Good girl," you say, knowing that I love pleasing you. "Now unbutton your blouse, and raise your skirt."
At this point I know that there is nothing I can do, and that you will know I have disobeyed. I look down at the floor, and confess. "Sir," I say with my voice shaking a bit, "I have not followed your instructions exactly."
"Do as your told," you respond without acknowledging what I have said.
"Yes sir," I quickly say and begin unbuttoning my blouse. When done I raise my skirt revealing the black lace panties beneath.
You sigh denoting your obvious disappointment. "Remove them," you say sternly and place you hand out. Immediately I obey and place them in your hand without saying a word. "Lift your skirt," you command again. I obey and you lift my skirt revealing my shaved pussy to you. I continue to look at the floor. You place your hand under my chin and raise my face so that I am looking at yours. "We have not even left the building and you are already disobeying me," you chastise.
"I'm sorry sir," is all I can bring myself to say.
Abruptly you turn away from me and say, "You will receive two punishments for this, one for telling me you had obeyed when you had not, and one for not obeying. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I reply, waiting to hear what my punishment will be.
"Now button your blouse up, pull your skirt down, and lets go," you say moving towards to door.
