April.
Violet spent the next week thinking about what had happened on Sunday. She thought about the room she was in, the words that were said, the things she felt, with her body and her hands, the pleasure and the intensity. Her Monday was rough, and the rest of the week went on slowly.
Okay, today I have this meeting with Neil at 10, oh shoot I forgot I have lunch with Liz also, I should text Victor, and then I have to get to the grocery store for the big dinner at my place tonight, when will he respond to my text, today was so tiring, I hope he responds tomorrow.
They had agreed to send only one text per day. For no apparent reason, just because she mentionned to him on Tuesday by text that she didn't like having a thousand messages to read at the end of the day. So he had offered this idea, she had agreed, but now all of a sudden she was obsessed. She wanted to see him again. She was desperate to see him again.
She didn't know what she wanted to do with him, where she wanted to go, nor what he wanted on his part. Some nights she thought about him, before going to sleep. She would tie him up, his hands, his legs, his torso. Her hands would caress every piece of his naked body, and slap his skin from time to time, leaving a gentle mark on him. Sometimes, she would imagine herself laying her entire body on his, crushing him with her muscles, with her legs, her breasts, her feet or her ass cheeks. He would be helpless under her, unable to fight back, just barely capable of containing his pleasure. She felt powerful, and attractive. She loved embracing this new part of her, this new role that gave her waves of excitement, spasms of pleasure as she orgasmed in her bed thinking about this blurry, incredible image.
Her mind was exploring so many scenarios, and there seemed to be no limits as to where she could go. But she knew they had to take this step by step, to avoid messing it all up. To be precise, she didn't want to mess up her shot at domination, rather than her relation with Victor. They were friends in college, but that was it. He was sometimes a bit too introverted for her, and she had trouble getting to know him. Seeing him again was surprising, felt good, but mainly because of the situation. This was hard to admit, but she didn't feel like she connected with him too much. She was hoping this could change with time.
And with this one-text-per-day policy, he was hard to read. I must also be hard to read, she thought. Every text became very calculated, quite long and exploring different themes.
He had spent a "very special moment" with her, she "felt like I opened a door to whole new world, ready to be explored", he could "swear that you hated me in college", she had "too much work, and thought frequently about Sunday", he admitted that "the power you used on me feels strong inside me, even after a few days".
She didn't want to start sexting, she wanted to go further than last week. So on Saturday morning, her text read :
"Listen, I am going to be honest, I really want to see you again. I want to develop what we started last week, and would love to talk with you more than this one text per day. I have no idea if that is something you would want, if you want to see me this week-end, or if you have other plans. Answer me when you get this.
Violet"
The next few hours were painfully slow, Violet panicking, trying her best to figure out if it possible to unsend a text message that's already sent. Thankfully, he answered before Violet collapsed of anxiety with a short :
"Would love to do that. When are you free? You can come by tonight if you want.
Victor"
She didn't know why they both kept signing each message with their names, but she enjoyed that. She enjoyed even more his answer, and was finally relieved. She answered quickly, saying that she would be at his place by 9. She was happy. She was excited for tonight.
She put on a large pair of jeans with an old sweater from college. She liked this outfit, it had probably been already a few years since she had worn it. She thought of the moment she would take it all off tonight. She imagined him naked, begging her to continue torturing him, his body trembling, and her... She stopped thinking about him, she didn't want to get her hopes up too quickly. Before leaving her apartment, she wanted to think rationally about the situation, before her sexual arousal got to her head. Maybe he doesn't want this, maybe we have to discuss more, maybe I won't want this anymore when I'm there.
It was a 15 minute walk to his place. She knocked on his door at 8:58, she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Victor opened and greeted her with a hug. He showed her around his small apartment, but she didn't see anything. All she could look at was his legs and ass under his jeans, his neck and shoulders under his hair. She wasn't very concentrated on the small talk. He wasn't either. He brought her to his room, where they sat down on his bed.
- Do you want something to eat, I have some leftovers if you want.
- I already ate thank you.
Blank.
- I like uhm your posters, they're... original.
He laughed.
- Thanks, they're awful, I didn't choose them.
Another blank. Victor couldn't stop staring at her, he was very excited but also felt stuck. The texting felt natural over the last week, this didn't. He broke the ice.
- Sorry, I don't know why but I am stressed, I don't have too many good conversation ideas, I was gonna talk about your sweater, which brings back good times, but not sure it's such a good conversation topic.
- Haha are you kidding? I opened with : "I like your posters"! No, to be honest I am stressed too. It's horrible, by text I had too many things to say, and I felt restricted by our one-text-per-day rule, but now I realise I don't know what to start with.
- I see what you mean. Then maybe just text me now?
- I'm gonna text you when you're right here?
- Why not? If that makes it easier?
Violet hesitated. Victor was blushing. He wanted to text to feel more at ease also. She thought about it, and ended up pulling out her phone. She sent the first message.
- This is awkward, I'm sorry. I'm too excited, and I've made too many scenarios for tonight, I shouldn't have.
- That's alright, I'm glad you're here and that we found a way to communicate, even if it's like that. I'm surprised though, I don't recall you being the shy type. I remember me being the shy type, and I still am, but you, how come?
- Hmm, maybe with time I changed, I don't know? But it's also the situation which makes me nervous. It's like, I have on one side, this craving to discover the new pleasures of domination, I can't stop thinking about it, about what I could do, what I want to do, and on the other side I have you, with whom I feel like I can test things, but whom I don't really know how to approach. I think it's a bit that, I am scared to ruin this beginning, because I feel like it's still fragile.
The room was silent, the air was hot. Victor thought for a moment before responding.
- Okay, I hear you. I feel like it's normal that it's still fragile, given it's only been a week. And maybe taking it slow and communicating like we are doing right now is a way to strengthen this.
- Yes, definitely. It helps a lot that we have these talks, I feel like they are necessary to build something nice, that fits us both.
Violet hesitated, and before Victor could answer, she added another text :
- I have explained my intentions Victor. I want to start building a domination between you and I, I want to test everything both of us wants to test, see what we enjoy, what we don't, and take our time to really figure out where we're going with this sexually. For me, for now, it's really about sex and exploring this femdom part of me. But I don't want this to be too much about me. You have needs and wantings too, tell me about them. At least as much as I have talked about mine.
- Okay, thank you for clarifying your intentions and giving me space to detail mine. I want to see where we're going with this also, and I want to see how far I can like submitting to a woman, and in particular to you. Sunday was very surprising for me, but also so exciting. Giving everything to you, feeling you taking control, it felt very safe and I was so aroused. So yeah, I am really down to try new things in this domination bound we are developping. I have to be honest about one thing though, I am unsure as to how well I can dissociate the sex and my relation with you. In my experience, if the sex continues like this, I may become emotionally attached as well. Just saying, it's a possibility, if this is not okay for you, you can tell me.
Violet took her time to answer. After a moment, she replied :
- What if it's not okay for you? I mean, I don't know how I would react if it evolved like that, but how would you feel if you became too attached to me and it wasn't reciprocal?
- I don't know to be honest. Maybe it would be too much? I don't know, I just wanted to tell you, so that it's not weird or anything.
- Okay, no worries, just feel free to talk about anything with me at anytime, I am more than open to talks like these. And thank you for telling me. I like your honesty, and in general I love that we can communicate this clearly about our view on this. Texting was a nice idea, talking would perhaps have been harder.
- Maybe now talking is easier, and maybe more natural?
Violet finally looked Victor directly in the eyes. They both smiled. Violet spoke first.
- Yes, I think you're right.
She leaned in to kiss him, her hands on his face and upper body. But Victor pushed her softly away.
- Before we change moods, maybe we can start by setting up a safeword? And maybe some boundaries, things we know we don't want to test?
- Yes, great idea, sorry. How to you want to express your limits during an act?
