Obsession
By Mistress Sierra
As I entered the party, I followed my usual routine, greeting everyone as I made my way to the kitchen.
"Mistress Sierra! How are you? So good to see you again." Samantha joyfully uttered in her usual sing-song voice.
I awkwardly half-hugged Samantha trying not to spill the dish I'd prepared for the evening in my left hand while balancing my drink in my right. "Good to see you, Samantha, as always."
There were smiles, nods, and greetings all the way to the kitchen. It was a mish-mash of faces amongst chaos and chatter all the way to the middle of the house. Once there, a half-naked woman wearing nothing but a ball gag, wrist cuffs and black panties took the dish from my hands and placed it among the various dishes brought by other party-goers.
I took a deep breath, slung my play bag back onto my shoulder and rested my drink on the counter. Now maybe I can take a minute to breathe and see what's going on. It was always such a jumble arriving at events such as these. The sheer amount of people to greet and catch up with before I could sit and relax was simply overwhelming.
The party was well in full swing. The kitchen was semi-crowded with leather-clad men and women gathered around the island grazing on food, chattering and laughing. I looked just past the kitchen into the next room and there I could see a friend of mine attaching wrist restraints to the tall St. Andrew's Cross, a patient girl waiting at his side, head bowed.
A tap on my shoulder brought my attention back to the place where I stood. "Sierra, have you met Selena?" Rose asked.
My gaze landed on the girl standing next to her. Her dark, chestnut hair landed just to her shoulders. I liked the way it hung straight and how the light shining on it made it a blend of black and brown highlights. She was petite and seemed small, although she was slightly taller than I was. Her demeanor suggested she may be submissive, which always explained those that appeared smaller to me, even though they could be twice my size. It was her eyes, though, that sent the electric shock through my body. It was as if lightning had struck every nerve, as I looked into Selena's almond shaped eyes.
It was always my first window into the person I was meeting. It was as if I could see through her, see to her inner core, and touch her soul. Selena was going to be someone very important in my life, judging from the butterflies in my stomach.
I offered her my hand. "Pleasure to meet you."
Selena shook my hand, looked at the floor and blushed. "Nice to meet you as well."
I felt warmth as our palms touched. I hated to let go, instead wishing I could walk around trailing Selena in my grip all night long.
We made small talk as best we could between small interruptions by chattering friends. Eventually, we found our way to a quiet corner of the living room and sat on the couch to talk. As we got to know each other, I couldn't help but notice all the strange things we had in common. We talked about our experience in the lifestyle. We talked about spirituality, common interests, and what we were looking for with regard to partners. During the conversation, I couldn't help but see flashes of the future, things I wanted to happen, as if watching a movie on the screen. I pictured what I would do to Selena if I ever got my hands on her.
But being no newcomer to this type of situation, I knew not to take things too fast. Instead, I would see if Selena was really interested and would wait to see what would come of this situation.
Selena found me on the social networking site and sent me a friend request. We exchanged emails back and forth, some flirty, some fact-finding, and some just outright pornographic. We talked on the phone and texted every day.
I couldn't help but to think about Selena. I would find myself at work thinking dirty thoughts, and wandering off to the bathroom to masturbate in one of the private stalls. It had been so long since I felt this way about anyone, it was almost obsessive. Usually, I was much more in control over my emotions than this, but there was something about this beautiful creature that kept capturing my thoughts.
Each night after work, I would send Selena messages that both teased her and sent her direct messages about my intentions. I intended to take Selena and claim her as my own.
On the day Selena was to come over, I set about making sure everything was set up perfectly. I am always so particular about everything being in its place. The dungeon was swept, dusted and everything wiped down. It was the ritual of preparing for a scene that most often got me into my proper head space for dominating. I ensured the lighting was just low enough to elicit fear from Selena as she entered the room, but enough so that I would be able to see what I was doing. I had lit scented candles that added to the ambiance. Selena breathed in the vanilla scent as she slowly entered the dimly lit room.
"My heart is beating so fast, I'm surprised you can't hear it." Selena whispered. I entered the room first, swiftly moved to the center and turned to face Selena. I watched her every move as she entered. Ever so timidly, Selena scanned the room as she inched closer to me. I allowed her to adjust to the lighting and take in the view. I had set the dungeon up to be daunting upon first glance.
"Wow." It was all she could say in awe. I smiled, knowing I had elicited the response I was aiming for.
I allowed several minutes to pass so she could examine her surroundings. All the while, I was examining her demeanor. I noticed her slow movements. I could feel her submission giving in to me. I watched her clutch her hands together and noticed her shoulders slump forward slightly. It was almost as if she was trying to fold up into herself and disappear, then maybe I wouldn't rip her to shreds. Although, I know deep inside that's exactly what she was hoping for.
