I followed the directions on my GPS system. The headlights of my car cutting through the darkness as I slowed slightly; squinting to read the numbers on the mailboxes. The houses here were spaced further apart than my neighborhood.
"You have reached your destination." The Englishman's voice said to me from the GPS.
I parked by the mailbox, as I had been instructed. As I opened the car door, the cold winter wind blew up my skirt and I jumped as I tried to pull it back down. A shiver rose from my high heeled toes as the cool wind licked my inner thighs, making the pearls cool against my skin. I could feel my nipples rising inside my low cut bra as I quickly push the door shut.
Glancing around as I walked up the driveway, the only sound the wind and the clacking of my red Italian made Pollini heels. Who was my Dominant? Whoever he was, he spent a lot of money on these shoes. So busy was I staring at my feet, that when my phone began vibrating and Pink began loudly emanating from my purse I let out a strangled rasp as I awkwardly began pushing various items aside, trying to stop the singing.
I snatched my phone and flipped it open, knowing it was him.
"Hello sir." I managed to say as my purse slipped from my grasp and flung items in all directions on the dark driveway.
"You're here. I see you in the driveway." His soft spoken voice caressed my inner ear as I listened. Knowing he was watching me made me more nervous as I tried to hold the phone, pinched between my shoulder and head as I grabbed and stuffed everything back in my purse.
"Yes, sir. I am here. Where do I go?" I asked as I headed up the driveway towards the front door. With every step closer to the Dominant I was more and more aware of the pearl panties. The wind whipped around me, still flipping my skirt and blowing my jacket open, making me colder.
"Are you wearing the pearls?"
"Yes sir."
"Walk to the side door, next to the garage. You will walk into the kitchen. Hang your coat and grab a glass of wine."
"Yes Dominant." I said, licking my lips in the cold. "How will I know who you are?"
The hum of his laughter. "You will know, I will make sure you know."
Silence hung between us as he hung up, I dropped my phone in my purse and my hand reached for the coolness of the door knob.
One deep breath and a push of the door and I was greeted by a rush of heat against my face and the sound of laughter and music.
I didn't breathe as I hung my coat in the coat closet by the door and turned and walked into the brightly lit kitchen. I had no idea how I was going to not spill the wine down the front of my shirt with my shaking hands. The ice clinked, bouncing off each other as they settled into my glass, the prisms reflecting back and forth between the crystal and the ice were extinguished when the waiter poured the deep red wine halfway full.
I drank deeply and I turned and surveyed the room. Men and women talked in small groups. The women were all dressed as I was, high heels, short skirts and button down blouses. Where was he? Which man in the suit could he be. All the men were dressed in suits. I glanced from one to the other. A dark haired man with a beard locked eyes with me. My face reddened and my heart skipped a beat. Was that him? I downed the rest of my wine and walked to the kitchen.
The waiter poured another glass of wine as I felt a hand on my lower back. I froze, waiting, as the fingers searched for where my shirt was tucked into the top of my skirt and slid in and lower until they hit the lace which was connected to the smooth, double strand of pearls. A tug. Gently at first; then another tug - this one harder. Each tug pulled the pearls between my labia, stroking each side of my clit with every pull and further into the crack of my ass.
My knees weakened slightly. If this was him, I was his. I agreed to be at his mercy, whatever he wished. We had met in a chat room and had several email conversations which had progressed to phone calls and his invitation to this evening's party.
"Are you here for me?" He leaned into me as he whispered in my ear. His breath softly blew the hair against my neck, making my skin tickle. I knew his voice.
He pulled again on the pearls and I pressed my body back into his. The waiter watched, looking into my face as my Dominant wiggled his fingers between the pearls and my skin. He directed me towards the living room, guiding me with his hand on my lower back. Introducing me to several people. He shook hands with all the men and kissed the women's hands. His hand stayed firmly down the back of my skirt, propelling me around the room.
I greeted everyone, shaking hands myself. One gentleman pulled me to him and hugged me. I caught his knowing smile as he looked down my back to where my Dominant's hand disappeared into my pearls. The same gentlemen pulled and pressed his lips firmly to the back of my hand. I jumped as I felt the pearls pulled harder than before, making me choke down a moan and lock my knees to remain standing.
I still had not really seen the Dominant's face in full; just the sideways glances as he was slightly behind me the entire time. I was too nervous to turn and face him, I just stepped where he directed me to.
