It was a game he played to pass the time and to add a little excitement to his life. Sometimes he was successful, other times not. Finding the woman was half the fun, but he was getting too good at picking them out lately, and he considered trying something new.
He drove to the grocery store. It was around 4:00 p.m. and he knew that most of the single woman usually shopped there on the way home from work. This is too easy, he thought as he walked in the door. Little did he know that today he'd meet his match.
He sat in the coffee bar watching the women coming in. There were all types -- short, tall, fat, skinny, blondes, brunettes and redheads -- all types. He looked for a ring first, if there wasn't one he would observe them as they walked through the produce section. The one's that took their time choosing fruits and vegetables, thumping melons, picking tomato's, they passed the test. The ones that just tossed stuff in the carts, those he always avoided. He wanted a choosy woman, someone smart enough to make an intelligent decision.
He noticed her right away when she walked in the door. She looked right at him as he sat there sipping his coffee. She flashed a quick smile his way as she walked by. She was tall, blonde with a perfect figure, dressed in a business suit, and no ring. He didn't even bother to watch her shop. He knew that she was perfect right away. He got up and grabbed his cart. The game was on!
He followed her at a discreet distance -- not to close -- just far enough behind to keep his eye on her and let her know that he was interested in her. He loved watching her ass as she walked. She was wearing high-heeled shoes that caused her butt to sway suggestively. He could feel his cock growing. Oh, this was the one all right, and he knew it.
She knew he was following her now. Every time she looked his way he'd stare at her for a few seconds and then grab something off the shelf to look like he was reading the label. Once, he glanced back at her while she was still watching him. He smiled at her. She turned and pushed her cart ahead and rounded the end of the aisle and he followed a minute later.
He walked around to the next aisle where he met a brilliant flash of light.
"What the fuck," he mumbled. She was standing there with a disposable camera. Then she tossed it to him.
"That one was for the cops. Now take my picture," she ordered.
What the hell is this, he thought. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He stood there for a few seconds, then lifted the camera and snapped a shot of her.
"Now, give it back to me," she commanded.
He walked over to her and handed it back and she slipped it in her purse.
"Walk," she said.
They walked together down the aisle. "Get me a can of Fire Roasted Tomato's," she said.
He looked at her and noticed her bright blue eyes.
"Do you have a favorite brand?" he smirked.
"Don't be a wise ass, just get one," she ordered. He grabbed the first can off the shelf and tossed it in her cart.
She looked in his cart. "Christ, do you really eat that crap?"
He looked in his stuff and shrugged. "Some of it," he replied, tersely.
"Well take what you want and put in my cart and leave yours here." He transferred a few things and they started walking again.
"I'm Lisa," she said, finally.
"Oh sorry, I'm John. Pleased to meet you," he replied, nervously.
He felt like an idiot; this wasn't going at all like he planned. He liked being in control of the situation. And this woman had just thrown him a big curve ball.
She stopped and turned to face him. "Well, John, here's the deal. If you even think that your going to have the chance of fucking me your going to pay for my groceries, then your going to follow me home, and then your going to do everything that I say...and I do mean everything."
John swallowed, nervously. What the hell was he getting into? He gave in; he wanted her to badly.
"Ok," he said, finally.
"Well, there is intelligence on this planet after all," she laughed.
He paid for her groceries and followed her home. She lived in a high-rise Condominium by the lake.
They carried the groceries up to her apartment and she opened the door for them. They took the bags into the kitchen and she told him to put the groceries away.
"Where do they go?" he asked.
"You're a big boy, figure it out!" she mocked. He did as he was told, and she left him to go change her clothes.
He managed to find a place to put everything and he tossed the bags in the trash. He considered looking for Lisa but decided against it. She knew the game and this was her deal. He went into the living room, sat down on the leather couch and waited.
When She walked into the living room a few minutes later, John's jaw dropped. She was dressed in leather jacket that was buttoned at the waist, with a leather corset underneath.
Her full breasts were barely contained by the bra, and they bounced a bit when she walked. She was wearing leather paties and a black garter with black fishnet hose. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a leather biker's hat. Her legs were encased in shiny black leather boots that went up to her knees.
She was carrying a small satchel in one hand and in the other she held a long riding crop. John gulped when he noticed that.
"Well, I see you're still here, good," she said in a husky voice. "This is your last chance to back out, but if you do that, your picture of goes to the cops."
John felt like a trapped mouse in a cage. He looked at the door, and then back at her, then he glanced at the door again. That riding crop had him worried to say the least. He looked into her eyes.
"I'm all yours," he said finally, sighing.
"Good!" She set down the satchel, and opened it. She tossed him the camera from the store. "Start shooting," she ordered.
She struck some poses and he took a few pictures of her.
"Come closer," she said. He obeyed.
She held the tip of the riding crop up to her lips and she licked it. John got that shot too.
She took the camera from him and put it back in the bag. "Stand at Attention!" she growled at him. He complied.
She walked around him, inspecting her new toy. "Nice ass." She flicked the crop on his butt.
"Hey, watch that! It smarts," he exclaimed.
"Shut up, worm, or I'll really give you something to whine about!" she ordered while striking his ass harder. He flinched but remained silent.
She walked around to face him, and she reached out with her hand and grabbed his balls. He grunted. "When was the last time you jerked off, worm?" she hissed at him.
John looked at her for a second. "This morning," he said, flatly. She squeezed his balls harder.
"This morning, Mistress!" she said. "Now repeat it."
"Oww! This morning, Mistress!" He said flinching from the pain. She smiled.
She released him and stepped back a few paces. "Strip!" she ordered.
He watched Lisa walk over to the dining room and pull a straight back chair into the living room. She sat down and crossed her legs.
