I walked into an airy Chelsea café one recent spring afternoon feeling skeptical about whether Amanda would be the dominant woman I was looking for. I had hoped for a long time to meet special lady who could take me to the depths of submission that I craved. I had met three other women from the same web site where I first connected with Amanda but in one case the woman simply was just playing on the fringes of domination and submission and was not dominant enough for me. With the other two women there was an astounding lack of any chemistry whatsoever, which I chalked up to the difference between seeing a woman's online personality profile and meeting her in real life and experiencing her true personality. "This is the sad plight of a submissive man in New York City," I remember thinking to myself after the third failed meeting in as many weeks.
Since it was mid-afternoon on a weekday the café was not too crowded and I could see all the way to the back where Amanda was sitting alone at a table. The first thing I noticed was her long blond hair and tan skin and my skepticism instantly began to turn to curiosity. As I walked between the café tables towards Amanda I could see she was in her late 20's and was wearing skin tight jeans with a sexy black blouse that showed off her beautiful tanned skin and large, likely enhanced, breasts.
My curiosity turned to excitement as I realized how much more beautiful she looked in person than in her pictures. "On my god, she is incredibly sexy," I said to myself. Before I even sat down at the table my mind began racing with visions of being naked on my knees kissing Amanda's feet and submitting to her every desire. "Don't get too far ahead of yourself," I thought, "she could just be a looker and not dominant at all."
"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" I asked in a low voice, nervous about being heard by the few other patrons at the café.
"Indeed I am," she replied in a slow and sultry voice. "Please, have a seat and join me."
"It's nice to meet you in person," I said as I pulled out my chair and sat down.
"Likewise," she replied while she looked intently at me.
"You look much better in real life then in your pictures," I said and instantly regretted it.
"I don't know if that was supposed to be a compliment or not but I will take it as one," Amanda replied with a slight grin.
With that we began our lunch. We discussed the usual things that a man and woman discuss when first meeting such as our prior relationships, what we generally wanted from BDSM relationships and some basic information about our everyday lives. As we ate lunch I could see the waiters, busboys and other patrons not so subtly looking over at Amanda and admiring her striking good looks and sexy outfit. Amanda didn't seem to notice all of the male attention that she was getting but I suspected that she enjoyed showing her body off and teasing men.
"So what was it about my profile that most struck you?" Amanda asked.
"Well, ahh, you mentioned that you could be very dominant when you are with the right man," I replied somewhat sheepishly.
"Go on, was there anything else?" Amanda said in a firm voice, ignoring my initial embarrassment about answering such personal questions.
"There was one other thing about your profile," I continued, "it said you have a sadistic side." Admitting that to Amanda made me feel even more vulnerable. I didn't want to tell her I got a boner just thinking about this beautiful dominant woman spanking my naked ass for some infraction of her rules.
Amanda smiled slightly and said "Yes, I do have that side to me. I am glad you appreciated that in my profile."
Amanda's answer made me wonder how sadistic she could be. As a submissive man who has sought out dominant women I often felt let down that the dominant women I had been with had not been as sadistic with me as I had hoped. Yes, these other women I had served were sexy and yes they liked to give a good spanking every now and then but something inside of me had yearned for a woman that could take me deeper and truly make me her slave.
During lunch Amanda and I discussed a bit about ourselves and our past relationships and our BDSM interests. Honestly, it was the type of conversation I had many times before with other dominant women. Amanda did not give any hints about being particularly sadistic and I started to wonder whether Amanda really had a sadistic side or not.
As we finished lunch and were having coffee Amanda said, "I've enjoyed our meeting so far and I'd like to explore things a little more with you. "
"I've enjoyed our meeting also and that sounds good to me," I said. "When did you have in mind to meet again?"
"Actually, my apartment is only a few blocks from here and if you have time now we can go back and spend some time alone," Amanda replied.
I was taken aback that Amanda had suggested going back to her apartment so soon after meeting me. I took a sip of my coffee and thought about Amanda's proposal and I agreed. I was very curious to learn more about Amanda's dominant nature.
"Sure, that sounds great," I said. I was starting to feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. I could feel my stomach getting tighter and the hand holding my coffee cup started to shake slightly.
Amanda must have felt my initial nervousness because she slowly reached across the table and brushed her fingers slowly against the back of my hands in a comforting caress. I could feel my cock getting harder thinking about this mix of Amanda's sadistic side and her gentle caress.
As she caressed my hands Amanda leaned over the table and whispered in my ear "I can see your cock getting harder."
I hadn't realized the bulge in my pants was so noticeable and I began to blush while I tried to adjust myself so my erection was not so noticeable. I saw Amanda smile slightly and I sensed she enjoyed embarrassing me in this way.
We left the café and the 10 minute walk back to Amanda's place went by in a blur. We took the elevator up to her apartment and she opened the door to an elegantly apportioned and airy apartment with nice views of New York City. I felt comfortable being in the apartment and looked around at her plush living room furnishings. There was no signs in the living room that Amanda was the dominant woman she said she was.
However, we did not linger long in her living room. Amanda gently took my hand and led me back further into her apartment down the hallway and towards one of her bedrooms. The hallway she led me down was quite a bit darker than her living room and when she opened the bedroom door all of the light was blocked by a heavy curtain over the one window in the large room. Amanda turned on a an overhead light in the bedroom and immediately dimmed it to a faint glow.
