Slowly waking up from a dark dream of submission and whipping, Princess groans and cries out from another orgasm. The feel of her vibrator buzzing in her making her smile. Slowly she eases up in bed, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air. Taking care not to remove her toy, she moves into the bathroom. Turning on her shower she eases into it. Her hand keeping her vibrator tight in her. The feel of the hot water easing her sore muscles. Sliding her hand over her body, she is surprised at how hard her nipples are. Their sensitivity nearly as painful as it is pleasurable.
Getting dressed she heads into her living room and stops in front of the T.V.. Her face showing excitement as she gazed on the scene she had paused at. Her mind set on finding out more of what this sort of lifestyle is about she heads back to the adult store. The closer she gets to the store, the more nervous and anxious she feels. Her pulse racing with unanticipated fear and an overwhelming lust. Feeling every eye on her as she enters, she quickly tries to find the section she is looking for. Her face starting to heat up, she realizes she has to ask someone. Spotting a middle aged man in a business suit, she carefully moves up to him.
"Pardon me sir, I hate to disturb you. I.. I'm l..l..looking for the umm... b..bon...bondage section. You wouldn't happen to know where it is."
She was certain that her face was a deep scarlet. She looks up into his grayish blue eyes, and can't help but notice the slow smile around his mouth. She is mesmerized by the animalistic look of hunger in them. She knows at that moment that her search for a hunter has lead her to one unknowingly. She feels his eyes travel the length of her, and unaccountably feels naked before his penetrating gaze.
"Well young lady, I do happen to know where that section is. It is on a different floor from this one, but if you don't mind my asking. You don't really seem the type to indulge in this lifestyle."
Unable to stop herself she looks down and notices the same movie she was watching. Her eyes shooting back up to his face, she sees the smile as he watches her looking at what he had. Feeling herself tongue tied she can only stare and feel a little odd with him. He had done nothing but ask a question and look at her. Yet she felt herself completely subdued by him.
"I got the wrong movie on accident yesterday. The one you have there, and I couldn't help myself. I was aroused by it, I wanted to see more. No, that's not right, I needed to see more. I have never wanted something so much as to be that girl."
The explanation came out of her before she could stop it. Her eyes lowering instinctively. Faint with the implications of what she had just said to a total stranger. Her body shaking all over, she slowly looks back up. Feeling very sure she would see the man laughing at her and her pretensions. As her eyes drift up to his, all she sees is a desire, and she realizes it is directed at her. Her body begins to warm by the look in his eyes. She realizes that she is getting wet with arousal for this man.
His smile never fading, he feels his heart beating harder. He had always wanted to find someone he could mold. His last partner had left after 5 years, she had wanted to go to a more sedate and normal lifestyle. He had found himself without anyone since that time. Now here before him was his dream come true. A beautiful young woman, just learning and coming to know her desire for the lifestyle. He knew that he would lead her to what she wanted, and by doing so what he wanted as well.
"Well my dear young lady, I am at a loss for words. I would not have taken you for one who would enjoy this. I do hope you accept my apologies if I seemed a little callous toward you. I tell you what, let me grab this here. Now then, how about I buy you coffee across the street at that café and we can talk. As you see it is very public so you will be safe, and I can answer some of your questions about this lifestyle and you won't have to feel so out of place. Oh where are my manners. My name is Paul, Paul Winters."
Holding out his hand, he firmly but gently grasped hers. She can feel the power in his hand, but can tell it is held fully in check by his will. Feeling a little shy, she realizes how her name may sound to him. Carefully she looks down as she tells him hers.
"M..my name is Princess, Princess Daniels."
Slowly she looks up and sees him smiling, but not in an unkind way. It is a smile of pleasure. Blushing as she hesitantly smiles back, her eyes locked onto his.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Princess. Ah here we are the perfect spot. It is out in the sunlight and yet far enough away for privacy."
Holding her chair out for her before sitting himself, he nods to a waiter so they can order. They spend the next few hours in pleasant discussion. Her asking any question in her head, him answering them all, usually with a cute little story to go along with it. As they talked, Princess found herself drawn to the gentleman. His calm yet commanding nature, the way he seemed to be so confident and controlled capturing her. She couldn't help but notice his handsome face. He had some gray in his hair, but it only added to his allure.
The afternoon passed quickly by as they chatted. Finally princess looked at her watch and realized that it was nearly 5 PM. She had kept Paul there the whole afternoon. As much as she was sure he had things he needed to do, she didn't want him to leave him. Struggling to find the words, she opened her mouth several times. Finally she stopped as he held up his hand. Reaching down, he pulled out the magazine he had picked up before they left and gave it to her. Pulling out a pen he wrote something down on a card and folded it, before handing it to her.
"Don't say anything Princess; I know what you want to say. I want you to go home, and read that. Take some time, watch your movie fully through and read that. Then when you are ready, you can use that."
Leaving money for their coffee and lunch, he turns and melts into the crowd. Princess stares as she watches him slowly disappear. Taking her things, she heads back to her house. Setting her bag down, she gets some wine and a glass. Sitting down, she finally unfolds the card and reads it. 'Call this number when you are ready Princess,' and below that simple sentence was a phone number. She feels herself flushed as she contemplates the meaning and significance of it.
Deciding to do as Paul said, she opens the cover and begins to read the magazine. She feels herself drawn into it, her world narrowing as the images and words burn themselves into her mind. Her body feels on fire as page after page of dominance, submission and bondage fill her vision. Her eyes and soul eating in every word of every story that was sent in. Her hands stray as she looks and reads her fill. When she finishes, she flips back and starts over. The wine disappearing as the hours lengthen and the night deepens. Her hands bringing her to orgasm over and over. Her body covered with sweat as she fills her carnal needs for what this magazine holds.
The next few days are spent in similar fashion. She watches her movie start to finish over and over. The magazine is read constantly. All the while her mind strays back to the card and the feelings she had when she was with Paul. Finally after a week, she gets the nerve and calls him. She knew it was late, nearly 11 PM. Her need over riding her reason at that moment. Listening she hears the phone ringing. After a few rings, she begins to get nervous. What if he had only gave her that so he could get away. Maybe he had not wanted to meet her again.
She feels herself growing scared and anxious. After nearly a dozen rings she is almost in tears. Then she hears the phone pick up. There is a moment of silence as she wonders if she has reached a recording. Would it even be him?
"Hello Princess, I am glad you called."
That simple sentence filling her with so much joy that she felt weak in her knees. Giddy with relief and the knowledge that it had not been a cruel ruse. Her skin felt tight with the blush stealing over her as she realized she hadn?t said a word yet.
"H..hello Paul, I am glad to hear your voice."
She felt silly, her words making her sound like a school girl with a crush. How would he take them, would he be insulted? She was a bundle of nervous energy. She felt herself shaking as she listened for any sound of his.
"I am equally glad to hear yours as well Princess. Have you done what I asked you to do?"
"Yes I have Paul, I read the magazine. I watched the movie start to finish, and I have thought about them nearly every waking moment."
"And what did you decide Princess?"
"I want to learn more, I want to learn all about this lifestyle. This is something I desire and need Paul. Will you help me with it please?"
She knew that she had committed herself with those words, but she didn?'t care at that moment. Her only thoughts were her need for what she had seen the past week, and her desire for Paul. She knew that she needed, wanted and had to have both. She was sure Paul could hear her heart pounding in her chest at her admission to him.
"Very well Princess, but before you fully agree. I want you to truly understand what you are getting yourself into. I don't want there to be any doubts as to what will happen between us."
For the next little bit, Paul explained to her what she could expect. He told her that bondage was only a small part of the lifestyle. There was also the need for punishment from time to time, to insure that she lived and obeyed all the rules. He explained to her that there would be pain with the pleasure. Her mind drinking in his words as if they were water to a dying woman. She listened and kept her mind and soul open to him. As he finished she sat and pondered what he had imparted to her.
"Do you see why I am telling you this Princess. I want you to be fully aware of what you are agreeing to. I want you to come to it with open eyes, and nothing hidden between us."
Sitting and thinking furiously, Princess listened to the silence on the phone. She knew he was giving her the opportunity to take what she had seen, read and heard over the past week and make her own decision. She knew that she was in for moments of fear and pain, but also moments of profound joy. The stories had told her that. She also knew that her desire from all those stories stemmed from her wanting to be the woman or man in them. To feel herself being taken and giving herself to that one special person.
As she thought that, she realized that it wasn't just one special person. She wanted to give herself to Paul, she knew as she sat there that this is what she wanted.
