Browsing an internet chat room late one night, we stumbled upon each other innocently enough. We each had our own reasons for being there that night. Finding a kindred spirit in one another was an unexpected surprise. Yet, as casual conversation gave way to deeper, more meaningful discussion, we soon realized this was more than your average chat.
So began our journey of exploration. . . A budding relationship deeply rooted in the provocative exchange of power characteristic of D/s relationships. A relationship that has blossomed over months of sharing and revealing our most intimate secrets, desires, and passions. Content to explore from the safety and anonymity of our computer screens, the possibility of meeting in real life seemed a far away dream made impossible by time, distance, and circumstance. Ultimately, however, our ardent concupiscence eclipsed the impossibilities and we agreed to meet. This is our story...
My instructions are to meet you at 7:00 p.m. I prepare carefully for this evening. I smell of lavender and vanilla as I slip into my blue lace thong and matching bra. I have chosen a sleeveless black dress with bright yellow flowers splayed across the bodice in honor of your love of flowers and bright colors. Lace top black stockings and 3inch heels finish my attire. I meticulously apply my makeup, applying liberal mascara.
Entering the hotel lobby, I wonder for the millionth time if you will find me as pleasing in person as you do online. Then I chastise myself as I know you would for such negative thinking. I breathe deep and cross the lobby to the elevators.
Stepping into the elevator, my stomach does somersaults... excitement, nerves, anticipation, and arousal warring inside me. As the doors slide open on the 12th floor, I take a deep breath and step hesitantly from the elevator. My eyes scan the hallway and I look for the room number you have given me. At exactly 7p.m. I knock on your door and hold my breath.
The door opens and you stand on the other side. Smiling, you open the door wide and welcome me inside with a sweep of your hand. I step over the threshold, returning your smile. I hear the door close and lock behind me and finally we are alone in the same place, at the same time. We stand facing each other. Neither speaking as our eyes gaze into one another's. Thousands of unspoken words and emotions pass between us in that silent stare ... anticipation, excitement, fear, hope, desire. Our bodies mere inches apart hum with the force of our need. And finally your hand is on my face, caressing slowly. Involuntarily my eyes close and a slow moan escapes lips. "Look at me, Elizabeth", you whisper as your hand curls into my hair. My eyes open, finding yours seconds before your mouth covers mine for the first time. The journey that had begun months before is finally consummated in this first slow, deep, probing kiss. I breathe deeply, inhaling your scent as our tongues dance and probe the recesses of each other's mouths. Our kiss, soft and sensual at first, soon grows more ardent as your hand tightens in my hair and you pull me tight against you. Months of hunger, exploration, and longing meld and explode in one kiss.
As the kiss ends, you take my hand and lead me further into the room. The blinds are open. The sunset visible as you stand me in the middle of the room. I tremble with excitement, anticipating your next words and expectations. You speak to me in that wonderfully sexy voice of yours:
"I am so pleased you came, darling. Are you happy to be here?" you ask with obvious delight in your eyes.
"Yes Baby, I am thrilled and honored to be here." I reply keeping eye contact with you.
"I have asked you numerous times if you truly desire to submit to me Elizabeth. If we proceed here tonight, there is no turning back. Do you understand that? This is not a game to me. So I will ask you again. Do you wish to be my sub? To submit to me? To relinquish control in the ways we have previously discussed?"
I can see the seriousness in your eyes as you wait for my response. But as always there is also a tenderness mixed with a fierce need and a deep passionate hunger. It is a combination of light and dark that I cannot resist. A combination I hunger for daily. So it is with ease that I respond with joy to your questions.
"Yes, Robert. I wish to be your sub. I desire to submit to you. I gladly relinquish control to you in the areas we have previously discussed. I do so willingly and with joy in my heart."
"Good Elizabeth. Now, I'd like to kiss you again."
I can feel your restrained hunger as your hands grip my biceps. Your mouth raining light kisses over my face ending on my lips in another deep probing kiss. Your teeth biting and nipping at my bottom lip as your fingers bite into my arms. Involuntarily a moan escapes my lips and I wonder if you can smell the aroma from the wetness already pooling between my legs. As the kiss ends, you step back leaving me standing alone in the middle of the room. From months of conversations, I am fairly certain what you are going to ask of me next. My pussy spasms at the thought.
You sit on the small sofa in the hotel room and watch me standing in the center of the room. The soft glow from the large widows behind me.
"You look lovely sub. You chose a beautiful dress. But now I would like you to remove it."
I slowly unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor in a puddle around my feet. Stepping out of it, I take a step forward and stand before in you my heels and lingerie.
"Blue? Thank you. You know me well. It is lovely. Please turn slowly."
I turn slowly as you ask. Feeling very self-conscious and yet very turned on. My thong is soaked through and I am sure you can smell my arousal at this point.
"Remove your bra and thong please, sub. Leave the stockings and heels. You do please me."
I remove my bra, tossing it back to the floor where my dress is. I am aware of how much my breasts excite you so I lightly caress them as I do. I hear the sharp intake of your breath and I know you are indeed aroused. My heart flutters knowing that I do indeed excite you.
"Not now sub...no touching." I hear you say firmly.
"Yes Sir, "I reply and continue my task of removing my lingerie. As I prepare to toss my thong, you command that I smell it.
"Is it wet, sub?"
"Yes Sir," I reply.
"Bring it to me sub."
I bring it to you and watch as you bring it to your nose inhaling my scent for the first time. Your eyes on mine as you inhale deeply. It takes all my will power not to look away.
"You smell divine. Spread your legs wide please, hands behind your back, bent at the elbows breasts out. I wish to look at what is mine."
Your words make my entire body convulse and warm juices trickle down my labia as I position myself for your inspection.
You stand and circle me trailing your fingers over my face, down my neck and collar bone to my full breasts. You cup each breast feeling its weight and fullness.
"Bend forward and let them swing free please." I comply. You smile your approval and twist each nipple hard sending sparks of electricity through me, making me groan. Reaching into your pocket you produce a set of nipple clamps. You twist each nipple to make them nice and firm. Then you apply and tighten a clamp to each one until my eyes begin to tear. "Can you handle that, sub?"
