With nerves running all over me I meet you in a restaurant and you ask me to simply sit and talk and maybe have a drink so I feel a bit relaxed to which I refuse because I don't wanna lose my senses for even a moment. I rather have a cup of coffee than let myself drink.
Instead of giving in you order drinks for both of us and tell me to take a sip saying that I need it and it will make me feel better. I take a sip reluctantly and you urge me for another. It does help with my nerves. Then you ask me simple regular questions to make me relax and feel comfortable. Once I get settled, you bring in the topic of our first session too smoothly for me to see it coming. Despite the excitement and curiosity, nervousness exists too and it makes me ask you the million dollar question - What have you planned?
Sensing my nervousness, you simply smile taking my hand in yours and ask me if I trust you? and I get agitated because you know I do... and that's exactly what I reply rolling my eyes on you, obviously unintentionally. But you want to set the pace from the start and so you turn your face stern and tell me that if I ever roll my eyes at you again I would regret it; at which I swallow and know that you meant what you said. You ask again if I trust you and I give in this time and say that I do trust you. You smile and then ask if I am ready to start, to which I reluctantly nod. You pay the bill and then you guide me out towards your car. I ask you where we are headed and you ignore my question helping me to the front seat and move towards the driver seat yourself. You start the car and I try to look outside but am still nervous so I ask you again and understanding my anxiety you rest it by saying that we are going to your place so we have some privacy.
I nod and try to look outside with my mind anywhere but outside. As we reach the parking my heart races and I start getting second thoughts which you simply kill by again taking my hand in yours and telling me that its just us and that you won't hurt me and won't do anything that I can't take or want you to do. I nod in understanding as we climb out of your car towards the stairway.
As we reach your place, you open the door for me to enter and lock it behind us making me skip a beat. I look around and comment on the amazing place you have while thinking about what's next all the time. You take me towards the sofa and we sit. You ask me if I need water or a drink and I shake my head feeling too anxious to be thirsty. You ask me if I know about a safeword and after my nod tell me to choose one. You explain me how even though you were the one in charge, all control was in my hands, I could safeword anytime and everything would stop. You start by simply asking me to stand and then come closer to where you sit so I stand between your legs. You take my trembling hands in yours and again ask me if I trust you and I nod. You then tell me that the first rule that I need to remember is that if you ask a question you expect a response in words and not a nod or shake of my head. I reply with "Yes ok. Yes I trust you". Then you tell me that while and whenever we are in session, I am to address you as Sir only and ask if I understand; to which I first nod and then as your raised eyebrow sends a realisation into me, I say Yes, Sir.
You smile and say "Good girl" and for unknown reasons my heart melts at those words and I relax.
Then you let go of my hands and rest your back lightly on sofa increasing distance between us. Before I loose my nerves again, you ask me to strip down to my bra and panties to which I look wide eyed at you. You sit patiently allowing me to grasp what you said. When I don't move and move my eyes towards ground while playing with my hands, you move forward to take my hand and remind me that this is what I wanted and that I trust you and it's just us. When I relax a bit into understanding, you let go of my hands and ask me to get free of my jeans. I take time but when you say "Now" my hands surprisingly move to unbutton the jeans and move it down my hips and legs... suddenly making me aware of my body and the exposure ahead of me. As I fold and keep my jeans aside and stand with crossed legs trying to hide, you urge me to move towards my t-shirt... I do. Removing it makes me feel even more exposed, embarrassed and insecure as I feel your eyes on my fat and overly unshaped body. I wanna go and hide but you take the choice away when you order me to straighten my legs and never cross them again while am with you which I do reluctantly. You ask me to move my hands to my sides which are trying hard to hide every part of skin they can. When I don't move them, you sternly ask if I wanted to turn this session into punishment rather than fun. To that I do move my hands to my sides, with eyes downcast. You ask me to look at you, which I try but fail. You take my chin inhand making my eyes meet yours and tell me to keep looking at you until you say otherwise.
After taking your sweet time of looking all over me, you ask me to turn 180 degrees which I reluctantly do and you order me to stay like that making me even more anxious with the thought of you looking at me like that.
After enough embarrassing minutes when am about to loose my patience you ask me to turn back. Then you ask me to remove my bra and when I stay unmoved and dumbfounded you repeat your command and add that if I don't do that by the count of 5... then you would have no other option to help which I might or might not like because you would help after giving punishment for not obeying you. I move on 3 and unstrap it, removing it slowly and immediately hiding my breasts with my hands. You raise an eyebrow impatiently and see my eyes pleading to not make me move my hands.
