Authors note: I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. If not keep surfing, there is a story on this site to please nearly every one. The characters are of course fictitious and in this case even anonymous. This encounter of Dominance and Submission is in what I hope is a more responsible view than some of my other stories. A somewhat realistic encounter is what I was aiming for.
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Slowly, she allowed herself to be drawn into the scene. Meeting with him had been one step, coming to his house another. This, though, was a leap of faith and trust. She knew she would soon kneel and position herself per his instruction. As she stood waiting she thought about the many steps that brought her to this room.
She had known him since high school. They had been on friendly terms though not what any would consider close. That however was thirty years past. All the schoolyard drama stripped away. She would admit that even then she found him attractive. Now he was broad and well proportioned, then he had been a tall, thin young troublemaker who seemed to be a nerd on the side just for fun.
His bouncy dark brown hair was now short and speckled with salty gray. His short cropped beard was almost white, accented here and there with the darker color of his youth. His deep brown eyes seemed to take in everything around him as he glanced about a room.
It had all started with a simple email conversation, she thought. Just a string of emails back and forth, and then a short tryst on a business trip. Only in her most private dreams and fantasies had she considered this level of submission. Her breath was shaky as she took in her surroundings and imagined what might come next.
They had met for lunch after she drove in from her home. Talked about family and old friends. It wasn't until they arrived at his house that she started to get nervous. He showed her to the guest room where she had put away her belongings. She had planned to stay with him for a week. Well, if things worked out ok, she would.
He then let her explore the room he had prepared for their time together. It was not elaborate, no shag carpet or racks of bondage toys here. There was a queen size bed with a wrought iron head and footboard. An iron framed low upholstered backless bench sat at the foot of the bed. A pair of rather plain high backed armchairs of the type that some might call deacons chairs. A small sitting table between them and an armoire completed the furniture.
On the walls there were what looked to be lithograph prints. Mostly seascapes but there were a couple of artistic nudes as well. Small curios and decorative bits were hung here and there in what seemed not quite a pattern.
There was an on suite bath that was just as simple and plainly decorated. In all, it was not an intimidating "Red Room" but rather it seemed quite ordinary. Almost disappointing until he asked her if she wanted to get ready and dropped a large velvet pillow in the middle of the floor. She caught her breath as she looked at him and silently nodded.
Stepping forward he embraced her and kissed her on the forehead. They stood there for a moment and she allowed herself to be reassured.
He reminded her that the traffic light words were to be used if there was any hesitation on her part or if she wanted to stop. Yellow meant to slow down or that she was unsure about anything going on. Red meant stop, and no further action would be taken until she gave her consent. She could choose to say no to anything or ask that it be modified to her comfort level. Green was her signal that it was okay to continue and he was once again in control.
She felt the warmth of arousal spreading through her body and wetness forming between her legs.
Returning to her bedroom she removed all clothing but those he had asked her to wear; stockings with a garter belt, black lace panties, and matching peekaboo bra. She looped a sheer lace robe over her shoulders and returned. Upon seeing her he was at first smiling and then became stern. Taking the silky robe from her shoulders he reminded her that there were directions to be followed. He told her she would need to learn obedience if they were to play together.
Once the robe was cast aside he had opened the armoire. From it he drew leather cuffs which he fitted to her wrists and ankles. Each had D rings and carabiners dangling from them. He also took a fleece lined blind fold from a drawer and placed it over her eyes. After each step he inquired after her comfort. Before her eyes were covered she had glanced at the open bureau. Just a glimpse of colored objects she knew to be sex toys in an open drawer, a few long objects hanging from the inside of the door, and the lit display of a small entertainment system.
Though she wore cuffs they were not yet attached to anything. She raised her hands and felt the blind fold but was careful not to remove it. A melody of middle eastern drums began to play throughout the room. It covered the soft sounds of his movements and she quickly lost track of where he might be in relation to her.
He watched as she checked the blindfold. Once she was satisfied with its shape and fit she dropped her hands to her sides and waited. After starting the music he walked across the room to the chairs and disrobed while watching her.
Her once honey brown hair was now a cascade of silver. She wore her age well. She had broad hips and a well rounded ass. A narrowing waist gave her the classic hourglass silhouette when in a pair of jeans and fitted t-shirt. Her body, nearly nude before him now, bore the marks of maturity and motherhood. Her tummy rounded but not what one would call obese. The cupless bra was fighting a losing battle to control her large and pendulous breast. He knew from their one night together at a conference how sensitive those pale pink nipples were.
Leaving on his boxers for the moment with a loose fitting tank, he waited in silence until she began shifting, slowly at first from foot to foot. Letting the anticipation build upon her. When she began blindly picking at her wrist cuffs he approached her from behind. She started a bit as he lay his hands upon her shoulders. She then melted into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts.
After moments that seemed like hours holding her, kissing the side of her neck, and reveling in her curves as his hands roamed her body. He relinquished her to the chill air of the room. Pressing down with his fingers touching her shoulders he guided her down to kneel upon the pillow he had so casually placed before. Her hands fell naturally to be upturned resting on her knees, her head slightly bowed. She was a living portrait, a shining silver embodiment of the beauty of submission.
Swallowing hard, he gripped his shaft in anticipation of both the play to come and in appreciation of the beautiful image before him. He knew she was nervous and even though they had discussed this type of interaction her willingness to give herself over to him was as potent as any mythical aphrodisiac. He knew he would have to be careful not to push his own wants and desires too hard lest he push beyond and lose that sacred trust.
She could feel his gaze upon her. She knew that he had circled her, appraising her body before he had her kneel. She could still hear him softly moving around her. At length the silent waiting got the best of her. She was surprised at the huskiness of her voice as she spoke, "Do I please you? Does my body pass your inspection?" She tensed a bit as she heard him stop moving. He seemed to be directly in front of her but she could not be absolutely sure until she heard his voice.
"Sir." She lifted her face towards his voice, surprised at the stern tones she heard there. "You will address me as Sir for now. We might decide on some other form of address as we move along but for now I expect your obedience in this. Do you understand?" The silence once again fell between them Though she was dressed to be his toy and wearing bindings she was now being asked to take yet one more step into the scene.
She was suddenly very aware of the cuffs and manacles. The wetness of her panties testified to her arousal. She could smell her own musk, her nipples were aching and erect in the cool air. Starving for touch. The blindfold amplified her feelings of isolation and of being subject to his will and needs. She felt tremors of pleasure warming her body. Minute preludes of the spasms of bliss yet to come. "Yes Sir, Of course. Please forgive my presumption."
She felt him move behind her, the drums still softly playing from the speakers as he linked her wrist cuffs together and then using a small strap attaching them to her ankles as well. She began to pant as each latch clicked into place. Kneeling and now bound, she struggled to maintain her composure. The pure sensuality of the moment had her on the very edge of an orgasm.
She remained silent, breathing raggedly as he stepped back to the open drawer and then returned. Kneeling before her he spoke, "are you ready for more?" whimpering in her arousal she simply nodded quickly. A small quick movement that meant so much. She could not help but cry out as he carefully grasped her nipple, attaching the small clamp to first one and then the other, the weighted chain between them pulling just enough to wreck the calm she had so carefully tried to maintain.
