Jake and Anna were destined to meet one another. They were married to two relatively vanilla partners: Jake to Sarah, Anna to Scott. Jake and Anna, though, were anything but vanilla. Jacob had an interest in domination, while Anna had an interest in submission. Jake had been married to Sarah for about seven years, while Anna and Scott had been married for about three years. Jake and Anna had tried introducing their respective partners to their interests, but to no avail. Scott and Sarah simply didn't find an interest the way Jake and Anna did.
Some might say it was fate that they posted profiles seeking a BDSM partner online at nearly the same time. Jake's interest in domination had become something of an obsession. He had tried assuaging his interest through chat rooms, personal fantasies, and even cybering in online worlds. While he was placated for a while by this, he ultimately grew to crave a real, physically dominant relationship. In his profile, he emphasized that he was not looking for sex, but just domination. Although he was interested in touching, he didn't want to go beyond that to actual intercourse. Jake launched his web browser, found a BDSM website, and posted:
I am a married, male Dom, looking for a female sub. Ideally, you will be married, but be unsatisfied with your life at home because your husband fails to satisfy your need to submit. I will train you to serve me, and expect that you will submit to me as I demand. Interests include bondage, servitude, pain play, and toys. Will provide accommodations.
Anna had created an account on the same website, but had not posted any sort of detailed profile. When she came across Jake's profile online, she was intrigued. She decided to contact him:
Sir, I am intrigued by Your post. I am a submissive female, and very interested in learning about serving You. I would love to get to know more about You. My husband, as you indicated in your post, is not able to satisfy my desire to serve. I yearn to submit and yield myself to a strong Dom, and hope to learn more about Your interests.
Thus began the relationship between Jake and Anna. They exchanged messages for several weeks, detailing their fantasies and desires. They exchanged photos, in which Anna showed off her sexiest lingerie, and Jake his rippled muscles. At one point, Jake asked Anna for her measurements. She had replied that her breasts were 36C, with a 23 inch waist and 34 inch hips. Jake also shared that he was 30 years old, while Anna was 25.
After a few months of writing back and forth, and meeting in public, non-play spaces, they decided to get together to experiment with some of their fantasies. Jake told Anna:
Meet me at the Spring Plaza Hotel on High Street on Thursday. I want you to arrive at 1:00 pm. Bring a leather bag full of toys, including a vibrator, several graduated anal plugs, locking leather wrist, thigh, and ankle cuffs with plenty of locks, a spreader bar, silk scarves, an assortment of rope, nipple clamps, a blindfold, a dildo gag, lubricant, a flogger, a crop, and any other toys you may be interested in. I'll let you know which room we get that day. Come straight up to that room, and knock three times. Can't wait to see you.
When Thursday arrived, Jake checked into the Spring Plaza at 11:00 am sharp. He was assigned to room 316. He had brought a carry-on size suitcase of his own, although it had very little inside it. Its only contents were a bottle of 18 year, single malt scotch and an artfully wrapped box, which just barely fit inside the suitcase.
Jake was excited to finally play with Anna, but he kept calm and collected as he waited for her to arrive. Her commute to the hotel was much longer than his. They both worked full time, but had agreed to take half a day off today, for their first play date. Jake checked to make sure that the bathroom in room 316 was stocked with shampoo, conditioner, soap, towels, a razor, and washcloths. He also placed the box from his suitcase on the counter next to the sink in the bathroom, leaving it there for Anna's arrival.
At 12:56 pm, Jake sent Anna an email that said only "Room 316" in the subject line, with a blank body. He sat in a club chair next to the bed, waiting. Finally, after seven agonizingly long minutes, he heard three raps on the door. He stood, striding over to the door quickly, and threw it open.
There stood Anna, wearing a heather grey skirt, brown pumps, and a white, button-down shirt. She held the black leather bag Jake had requested in her hand. Her long, brown hair was wrapped tightly and held in place firmly behind her head. Her soft cheeks ignited with a warm smile as she saw her new Master opening the door. He wore a striped button-down shirt, charcoal gray wool pants, brown monk-strap loafers, and a matching brown belt. He grinned slyly as he opened the door, and beckoned her, "Come in."
Anna entered Room 316 somewhat slowly, as if the realization were finally hitting her that she had arrived. It didn't take long after Jake let go of the door for it to close loudly behind her, making her start. Jake merely smiled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, comforting her with a soft kiss on the cheek. He then guided her over to the club chair he was sitting in, returning to his seat, as Anna remained standing before him. "Kneel," he said, softly yet firmly. Anna was somewhat unsure, and knelt down hesitantly before him, several feet away. "Come closer," he said, beckoning her with a wave of his hand. She smiled hesitantly, then scooted forward on her knees, resting them against the base of the chair, the outsides of her thighs barely touching Jake's inner calves and ankles, her hands resting in her lap.
Jake reached his hand forward and removed the band that held her hair in place, smiling as he watched it cascade down her neck and swish against her shoulders. Anna smiled affectionately as he did so. He then grabbed a handful of her hair, firmly but without yanking, and guided her head closer to him. "Remember, you will be serving me, exactly as I ask. I expect you to submit and accept what I ask of you. We have discussed your limits, so I am completely aware of them. And as you know, this is about BDSM play, not sex. Is that understood, and is this what you want?"
Anna's heart fluttered with the sudden realization that this was all real. Her face grew flush, yet she hesitated for only the briefest moments before answering, "Yes, Sir."
"Good," Jake replied. "Then I want you to go into the bathroom, close the door, and strip completely out of your clothes. Once you've stripped, open the door and drop your clothes out. Then I want you to shower. You'll find a razor in the shower. Use it to shave your pussy completely bare. You'll also find a box next to the sink. Open it and wear the contents after you've dried yourself off. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl, now go."
Anna stood, and strode into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, placing it on the sink. She followed that with her heels, her skirt, bra, hose, and panties. As instructed, she took the whole collection of clothing, cracked the door open, and dropped them out.
Jake heard the door creak open, but didn't quite look in that direction. He simply smiled at his plans for the afternoon. After he heard the door shut, he walked over, picked up the heap of clothing on the floor, and stuffed it in his suitcase. He returned to his chair, listening to the sounds of the water Anna was using to bathe herself, patiently waiting for her to emerge.
Anna rinsed her hair, shampooed and conditioned it, and then began to start rubbing a soapy washcloth up and down her bare body. She had never shaved the way Jake had asked her to, so she put it off until last. She continued rubbing the washcloth against her body, soaking in the warmth from the water. Finally, she did indeed grab the razor and carefully guide it over the lips of her pussy, and up her mound, removing all of her hair, for Him, her new Master. She watched as the hair she shaved away fell into the tub, being guided to the drain by the warm shower water.
She turned off the water and dried herself off, then retrieved the box and tore through the wrapping paper. Lifting the lid, she found several black, lacy, elegant pieces of lingerie: a lacy, nearly transparent bra, a thong, a garter belt, and thigh-highs. She snapped on the garter belt, then slid the stockings up her legs, taking care when attaching the straps to them. Then she slid on the thong and clasped on the bra. She took a moment to observe herself in the bathroom mirror. She ran her hands over the black lace bra, feeling its soft texture between her breasts and her hands. She then ran her hands down her stomach to the thong, feeling it press against her newly exposed pussy. She turned, smiling at the way the thong separated her ass cheeks into two perfectly shaped half-moons. Drawing in a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door, and strode back out into the hotel room.
Jake was waiting for her with reserved anxiety. He smiled as he saw her leave the bathroom wearing his gift. He had placed the bottle of scotch on a table next to his chair. Anna strode out of the bathroom and up to him, retaking her place kneeling at his feet. He looked to the bottle, then to her, "Get me a glass for this," he demanded, casually yet firmly. She had noticed glasses in the bathroom, so she stood after replying, "Yes, Sir," and headed back in. She again withdrew, bringing one of the glasses.
"I take it on the rocks," Jake said as he saw her place the glass on his table. He watched as her face brightened in exasperated fear. "There's a black, silk robe in the closet. The ice bucket is also in there. Put on the robe, then get me the ice." Although baffled, not sure how she would feel if someone saw her in such skimpy attire, Anna proceeded to wrap the robe around herself, and take the ice bucket down to the ice machine. No one noticed her, but she felt like they must all be watching her stride by through the peepholes, judging her for being so scantily clad in the middle of the day.
Nevertheless, she reached room 316 yet again, entering once more and placing the ice bucket on the table next to the bottle. Jake merely looked at the glass, and then to her, as if to say, "The glass won't fill itself." He watched as she placed three ice cubes in the glass, pulled the stopper out of the bottle, and filled the glass half full with the golden liquid. "There you are, Sir."
His eyes finally departed from the glass, to the empty place between his knees. As Anna began to retake the void place, Jake reached out to tug on the wrap holding the robe in place, untying it deftly. "Take it off," he said, again softly yet firmly. Anna nodded as she slid the robe off her shoulders, tossing it on the bed as she knelt once more.
Jake watched the robe land on the bed, took in a draw of the scotch, sighing as the cool liquid burned his throat when he swallowed. He cupped Anna's chin in his hand, pulling slightly to bring her head to his as he leaned forward, their lips merely an inch apart. He sat back, maintaining his grip on her chin, forcing her to stand and lean forward into the chair to maintain the proximity to his face, placing one knee between his thighs, the other on the arm of the chair. As his back touched the back of the chair, he pushed her chin to the side, forcing her eyes toward the bed and the robe. His hand then quickly left her chin, and suddenly there was a loud crack as his open palm found her bare ass. She cried out and recoiled.
"Where was the robe when you first put it on?"
She was still shuddering from the smack he had delivered to her ass. "Uhm... in the closet, Sir," she managed, rubbing the red swell that was forming.
Jake grabbed her wrists, removing her ability to comfort herself, and forcing them together. "Yes, and that's where it belongs when you're not wearing it. Return it." He pushed her wrists into her chest, up and away from his chair, watching as she stumbled and finally stood, regaining her balance.
He took another sip of the scotch as watched her walk to the bed, lift the robe, and hang it neatly in the closet. She then walked toward him again, a bit more timidly this time as she knelt before him. "Part of serving me is making sure things are clean and tidy, understood?" he asked as he placed the glass on the table.
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
