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Friday was the longest day of Sam's young life. She did everything she knew how, to stay busy and not think about Saturday. When she did, it was with a strong mix of motion. Nervous excitement was always in the mix but so was guilt. She knew that she had to go through with it, but she really did love Scott and she didn't want to hurt him. The age old dilemma of having your cake and eating it too.
She also knew that if she enjoyed her weekend with Robert, her relationship with Scott would likely soon end. She would have to tell him. She owed him at least that much and she would not continue to lie to him. She had a sick feeling in her stomach because she hated lies and had already done too much of it. Saturday would be the final time. A decision would have to be made after that.
Having settled that, in her head at least, gave her no comfort about what she was doing, and yet she felt compelled to meet with Robert again. She knew what drew her to him but she didn't understand why.
After her morning shower she dressed for work and headed out to her car. Robert was in his back yard watering the grass. She paused and watched him move. He was so powerful and confident and she longed to be under his hand and controlled again. She felt her sex moisten as she thought of the sting his hands brought to her ass cheeks while holding her defenseless.
Tomorrow would be the day. Hours of uninterrupted pain and pleasure with him. Her nipples responded as well, pushing through the thin bra fabric and her blouse to reveal themselves and beg to be touched. She reached up and rubbed them gently with her fingertips. She couldn't wait until tomorrow. As she headed to her car again, Robert looked over. He smiled slightly and she returned his attention with an enthusiastic wave as he simply returned to his watering.
Driving to work, Sam contemplated her excitement in anticipation of the meeting tomorrow. Her stomach was in knots and her attention span was almost nonexistent. She got nearly no work done that morning. At lunch she ate hurriedly and then locked herself in a restroom stall to masturbate. She hoped a release would clear her mind a bit but it had little effect.
At ten after three her phone rang. She looked down and saw that it was Scott. "Hey babe. What's up?"
"Hey sweetheart. Just calling to tell you I'm headed to the beach. Are you sure you are okay with me going? I can still back out and stay home." Scott was just that way. Always ready to do anything, or change any plan for Sam.
Sam tried to reassure him. "No babe. You go ahead and have a good time. I'll be fine."
"Okay, if you're sure. I'll call you when I get into my room. I love you Sam."
"I love you too, Scott." As she hung up the phone, she felt her guilt tie her stomach in knots again. Her eyes welled up with tears as she contemplated what she was doing this weekend. She really did love him, that was true. But at the same time she felt drawn to Robert. She certainly didn't love him but she felt she needed to be with him.
She wanted to know about the side of herself that he had revealed. A side that she had never experienced before. A side that confused her as much as it excited her. She always felt she was a strong independent woman. She ran the office at work. She took pride in the fact that she usually ran her relationships too. Scott fit her idea of the perfect man to a tee. He was kind and considerate and always willing to compromise.
Robert, on the other hand, was so different. He seemed to care little of her wants or concerns. He was gruff and demanding. The epitome of the alpha male she had always detested. And yet when he demanded her submission, she felt obliged to submit, and it thrilled her. She saw no way to avoid him. She was the proverbial moth to the flame.
As the day finally ended, Sam gathered her things and said her goodbyes to coworkers and then headed to her car. As she opened the door to her car and sat down in the seat, she realized her heart was pounding in her chest. She headed home knowing there wouldn't be much sleep for her tonight.
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As 3a.m. approached, she understood how right she had been about her sleep tonight. She had masturbated twice already. The last time, she was so distracted, she couldn't even make herself cum. She was to be at his back door in three hours and would lay there staring at the ceiling until then.
At five a.m. Sam's alarm went off causing her to jump and nearly fall out of bed. She wasn't sure if it just startled her or if it had awakened her. She sat on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding, trying to clear her head. She would shower, shave her whole body, and wash thoroughly, then put lotion on every square inch of her smooth skin and use an enima just in case. "Better safe than sorry", she thought to herself.
At five minutes until six she wrapped herself in the sheer robe as directed and walked out her back door. It had started to rain slightly so she was glad that she had just pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail. As she reached Roberts back door, she faced it and slowly lowered herself to her knees. Sitting back on her heels, she dropped her head and shoulders and then waited.
Minutes felt like hours as she sat motionless. She thought back through her instructions. "You will be here at the door at 6:00 a.m. Do not touch the bell or the door. Simply kneel and wait. Do you understand?", Robert's voice playing in her head like a recording. The rain was now coming down a little harder. She felt the water run down her face and drip from her nose and chin. She was grateful that it was still summer although with the sun still very low in the sky, she could feel a chill setting in causing her skin to be covered with goose bumps.
Her mind raced with thoughts. 'It had to be six fifteen already. Where was Robert? What if he had forgotten about their meeting. He never seemed to be excited about seeing her. Maybe this was a mistake. She should probably just get up and go home. Her robe was beginning to get soaked and was sticking to her skin. The sheer fabric was now essentially see-through. What if someone saw her here. She should get up. Just get up and go back to bed. And yet she sat motionless. Waiting...
She thought about her life and how she had come to this moment. She was still somewhat shocked that she was even here. Throughout her young life she had always been in control. Teachers and bosses told her she was a natural leader. So why did this have such appeal to her? What was it inside her that this touched? Clearly Robert was part of it. Though many years her senior, he was handsome and fit, a much bigger man than she was usually attracted to. He was confident to a fault but his confidence was justified and that is what really drew Sam in.
The door opening jared Sam back from her thoughts. Robert stood there holding a large towel in his hand. She slowly rose and keeping her eyes down, she entered through the door. "Thank you Sir." she said quietly as she took the towel and held it to her face.
"Drop your robe here on the floor and follow me," Robert commanded. He walked back to the master suite and sat down on the foot of his bed. "Go take a warm shower and then dry and brush your hair. You'll find a blow dryer and brush in the cabinet." Sam did as she was directed. She shivered slightly as she waited for the water to get hot. Once in the shower she quickly felt better as the warm water poured over her. Her goosebumps were gone but were replaced by butterflies in her stomach. She exited the shower and quickly dried herself not wanting to keep Robert waiting too long.
Once her hair was dry and back into the ponytail she exited the bathroom to find Robert still sitting on the foot of his bed. She stopped in front of him and then facing him, dropped to her knees. Her heart pounded as he rose and walked slowly around her. "Follow me," was all he said as he exited the room. He walked down the hallway and stopped at what looked to be a closet. Opening the door he stepped in and flipped on the light. There was another short hallway, at the end of which was a stairway going up.
Sam was a little confused as there didn't seem to be a second story on Robert's house. She couldn't remember any windows indicating a second floor. At the top of the stairs, Sam walked into a large windowless room. There were many pieces of what seemed to be exercise equipment and a large four poster bed with only a bottom sheet on the mattress and a cotton blanket lying at the foot. Sam moved into the room and then turned facing Robert. Slowly kneeling before him, she dropped her head and again awaited his instructions.
Robert approached her and reaching down, he gently took her jaw in his hand and lifted her face. "Look at me Sam", he softly commanded. She raised her eyes to meet his. "This is the next step. We both know why you are here don't we." She nodded her head slightly. She could feel her body reacting as her nipples became hard and her sex began to moisten. "I want to hear you respond."
"Yes Sir", she said almost in a whisper.
"Do you remember your safe word?" he asked.
"Yes Sir", she responded.
