He arrived at the address indicated in the ad. "Switch SWF seeks SWM switch. Must enjoy dildos, ice cubes, and other games." It was a risk, but it had intrigued him none the less. He rang the door bell and waited.
Shuffling his feet on the porch, he felt as though time was creeping by. There didn't appear to be anyone home as the house was dark and he didn't hear a sound.
He waited a few more moments and then turned to leave.
A soft giggle stopped him dead in his tracks. How long had she been standing behind him, he wondered? But there she was, a short woman with many curves, long brown hair, a sweet smile and brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. "I see you're carrying the paper. I assume you're here about the ad?" He nodded, still trying to figure out exactly what was going on here.
"Good. Come in please." She walked past him, smelling very sweet and...well, she sure didn't look dangerous. He decided it would be safe to go in for a bit. She turned on lights as she moved deeper into the house. Finally they came to a small living room and she sat down in an easy chair. He decided to sit on the couch across from her. He felt her eyes on him as they moved from his dark brown hair, over his face, across green eyes, down his chest, and lower to areas that were growing warm under her scrutiny.
She smiled warmly and with welcome. "I can see you're nervous. Would you like some tea or something else to drink? For a bit, we can just talk, then...if you like, we can play. Is that alright?" Feeling a bit more relaxed, he returned her smile and agreed.
He took the chance to look around while she was in the kitchen. The room, the whole house in fact, seemed so very normal. Could this woman really be into kinky sex? Aside from the bit at the door, she had been a perfect hostess and just seemed so motherly and sweet. It didn't seem possible.
"Well now, here we are," he heard her say as she re-emerged from the kitchen door behind him. He turned to take his drink and stopped, staring at her. She had changed into a beautiful, royal blue merry widow with black thigh highs, black 6 in. heels, and what appeared to be a rather large, strap-on dildo.
She moved around the couch and set the drinks on the coffee table between them. She then returned to the easy chair, but sat sideways in it, one leg dangling over the arm rest, giving him a beautiful, open view of her.
She smiled, this time looking a bit predatory. "Hmmm...you're surprised, but you seem to like this. Am I wrong?" He felt himself flush. Of course she was right, but all he could do was nod in his embarrassment. The minute he'd seen her, he had grown hard and now strained at his pants. He knew she could see and that was how she judged him so well.
"Good. Then here is the deal. You're absolutely capable of leaving. I'm certainly not strong enough to stop you and I won't be restraining you tonight. However, if you remain, you are to follow my commands. You may let me know that I'm going too far by saying "yellow". This will tell me to back off, but not stop. You can say red to bring things to a complete halt and I'll let you leave. Fair enough?"
