He was quite nervous. What sane person wouldn't be? He'd been communicating via email and phone with a lady he'd never met. Amanda, even her name turned him on. After several months she finally agreed to meet him in person. The time, place, and preparations were all her choosing. "Yeah," he though, "I must be just a little bit crazy."
The time and place was easy enough. Just a small out of the way restaurant near the river. He'd been there before. The harder part was the instructions she'd sent him.
"Completely shaved, dressed smartly in slacks with no underwear," she'd stated with little noticeable emotion. She went on to describe in detail a leather leash she wanted him to create. She told him it was to be tied securely to his cock and left to hang out of the zipper. When they finally met he was to give her the loose end of the leash to signify his willingness to submit.
He'd made all the preparations and tied the leash in place as best he could. He had to admit the cool and comfortable feeling of going without underwear was something he would start doing more regularly. He'd never felt so free.
He arrived too early at the restaurant. He knew he would appear desperate. He wanted to appear punctual. He would always choose the appearance of desperation over being late.
An important point occurred to him.
She'd asked for several pictures of him in in varied stages of undress. As her power over him increased she demanded photos of him in lewd and compromising situations. He'd never even seen her face. She might already be here looking at him and he wouldn't have the slightest idea.
He opened the car door and started towards the entrance of the restaurant. As he approached he noticed a very good looking couple walking in as well.
The lady was stunning. She wore a black dress that wrapped her body like a second skin. The neckline was nearly to her navel and did little to hide her ample breasts. Her hair was a deep red and piled high on her head. As he took in her shoes he had to catch his breath. They weren't especially high, it was the black buckle around her ankles that took his mind soaring.
Her man was impressive in another way all together. He was dressed smartly in a black silk shirt and khakis. His shoes were a cross between loafers and sandals. He looked as though he might have been on vacation near the beach.
Sam held the door for them. As the lady passed she locked eyes with him and said "Ahh, a gentleman".
He smiled and continued to hold the door for her man. As he passed, they never broke eye contact.
As he followed them inside he let the door close and was thankful the place appeared to be empty.
Soon he noticed that the gorgeous woman was staring at him. He wondered if he'd been caught checking her out. "It would certainly explain her husband staring me down," he thought a bit smugly.
He then began to wonder if she could somehow tell he wasn't wearing underwear. "Was it possible the leather leash was visible?" he considered, panic rising in his chest.
He smiled nervously every time he caught her eye. He would always quickly shift his gaze. Her eyes never left him. "This woman is not intimidated at all," he thought with a pang of jealousy.
He strained to find something to look at. He feigned interest in the decor so it didn't seem as though he were staring. He checked his watch and began to wonder if she had decided not to show. To his amazement, the beauty with the red hair and black dress began to walk towards him. He couldn't take his eyes off her. As if by magic, she was standing before him.
"Sam, do you have something for me?" She asked.
All at once the world is spinning. She is amazingly beautiful. She's been toying with him from the start. In his wildest dreams he never pictured a beauty such as this being interested in him. He felt a wave of emotion and arousal swelling within him.
There was another feeling as well; surprise. She was not alone. His eyes first flashed towards the man she was with and then to her outreached hand. He saw the ring. They were married.
She saw the look on his face and gently said "yes dear, we are married, but I need you to make your decision."
Before he realized he was moving, his hand was in the pocket. He retrieved the loose end of the leash and handed it to her.
"Very nice," she said. She then leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You belong to me now, I make the rules, you follow them."
A shiver went up his spine as one fingernail gently traced the edge of his ear.
She turned and pulling him by the leash, walked towards her husband.
He couldn't help but follow.
The three of them approached the table. "Thank goodness," he thought. The table was in the back corner of the restaurant. The light seemed even dimmer here. He started to relax.
Her husband, staring deep into his eyes, pulled his lovely wife's chair out.
She sat down and patted the chair beside her.
Sam wasted no time in sitting down. He watched as she wrapped the slack in the leash around her wrist.
"Steve, this is Sam, he's decided he wants to submit to us." She made the declaration in the same tone one would use while referring to the weather.
The word "Us" struck him like a bolt of lightening. He was suddenly recalling all of the fantasies he'd shared with her. All the things she'd coerced him into saying. All of his deep dark secrets laid before her. All of this came rushing back in an instant.
She smiled at his expression. She'd prompted him to give her increasingly detailed fantasies. All the while pushing his limits, making plans to use his words against him.
She smiled wider at the realization on his face. She finished the introduction by saying "you two will be very close." She gave a quick tug on the leash and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as if to say; "You don't believe me?"
He hadn't noticed the server as she approached and asked if they were ready to order.
"Yes" his fantasy become flesh stated. "We will be having the pasta, a Caesar Salad, and a bottle of your best red wine."
