I've always believed that people should use whatever talents they have to their fullest ability. Some guys are born athletes; some excel in business or the stock market. Me, I've always had an uncanny knack for reading women, or more specifically, spotting submissive women. There are more of them than you realize. In fact many women don't even fully realize their own desire to be used and abused by a dominant man.
My name is Ron and I earn my living in sales and development, but more of that later. What I really want to tell you about is experience with Lisa. She's an exquisite blonde I met late one day when I stopped into a Starbucks to get a drink.
"Can I help you?" She said with a bright smile as I strode up to the counter.
I spent a few seconds looking her over. She was tall, maybe 5'10 with full breasts straining against her white buttoned down shirt. Her blue eyes just stared questioningly as I took her in. "Who are you?" I finally said.
She pointed to her nametag with a rather condescending smirk on her face. I fixed her with my eyes and she lost confidence in that smirk. "Not your name Lisa, I assume you are more than just a name, what I want to know is, who you are."
She fidgeted self-consciously "I don't understand," she said, barely able to meet my eyes.
Her bewildered look was adorable and I had the urge to toy with her a bit more but I decided to rescue her. "It's ok Lisa, I'll go slow, lets start with an espresso." I said, giving her a warm smile.
She smiled regaining her confidence and turned to brew my order, giving me a chance to observe her shapely bottom.
"You're staring." She said looking back at me over her shoulder.
I gazed at her pert derriere a few more seconds before my eyes traveled leisurely up her form. Her hair was wound into a tight bun. "What have you done with your hair?" I asked with a tone of dissatisfaction in my voice, as she brought my drink to the counter.
"I..." she started to say fumbling for words.
"Here, allow me." I said, reaching over and pulling out a pin that had her hair pent up. It came tumbling down. She reached up and pulled a couple more pins out and then shook her head till her hair fell free around her shoulders. "That's much better." I said as she smiled shyly. She really did look much lovelier with her hair caressing her face. "Never wear your hair bound up like that, put it in a ponytail if you must, but not tied into a bun."
She looked at me with uncertainly. "Anything else?" she asked.
I guess it was about at this point when I realized that I had her hooked. It's nothing that I can put my finger on, just a combination of facial expressions and mannerisms, little things that I pick up on subconsciously.
"Yes," I said, placing my payment on the counter. "Next time I'm here, I want to see you in a skirt, nothing longer than mid-thigh." With that I tipped my cup to her before tossing back the espresso and turned and walked out into the night.
It was a little over a week before I made my way back to the Starbucks. Sure enough Lisa was there behind the counter, hair in a ponytail. She smiled warmly as she saw me. I walked up to her and told her to step back from the counter so I could see her lower half. She blushed and did as I asked revealing that she was indeed wearing a black mid-thigh skirt. I admired her long sexy legs. "What time do you get off work tonight?" I asked.
"My shift ends in a little over an hour." She responded.
"Excellent," I said, "there's a tavern across the street, I'll meet you there, if I'm not there when you arrive, wait for me."
She simply nodded as I left.
After running a couple errands I finally showed up at the tavern about 2 hours later. I saw Lisa perched on a stool at the bar as I entered. I saw that she had an irritated look on her face. The poor dear was probably upset that I kept her waiting and no doubt had rehearsed in her mind exactly how she was going to chew me out. I never gave her a chance, I walked up to her and as she opened her mouth to speak I gave her a long deep kiss. I noticed the way the fragrance of whatever shampoo she used blended perfectly with the hint of perfume she was wearing, very nice I noted. Her lips tasted like the chardonnay she had been drinking and added to the entire experience. When our lips finally parted I turned to the bartender and asked him how much? He passed me a bill for $8.00. I laid a ten on the bar and took Lisa by the hand and said, "lets go."
"Where are we going?" Lisa asked.
"Your place." I told her, leading her out of the tavern.
"But what about my car?"
"You're working tomorrow, aren't you?" I asked.
"Yes, I start at four."
"Excellent, I'll have you back here by then." I said as I ushered into the passenger seat of my car.
On the way to her place I questioned her about her background. Nothing important, I like to be able to look people in the eyes when I ask them sensitive questions. She told me that she was 22 years old and that she had grown up in a small town in Michigan. She came to New York to go to college and study art but she had dropped out when her scholarship money ran out before earning a degree.
Her apartment building wasn't in the best neighborhood but I was very impressed when we entered her apartment. While it was rather small it was very neat and tastefully decorated. Adorning the walls were several sketches of nude female forms.