Warning - this and later chapters describe William's participation in Pony play and describes heavy BDSM and pain scenes which may not be enjoyed by all readers. Do Not Read if you cannot handle this type of fantasy and please remember, it is fantasy. If you do not enjoy or any of my writings, I'm certain that there are thousands of other stories for you to enjoy which may be found by returning to the main index. If you feel that this story is in the wrong category, well who cares.
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I hate shopping and I especially hate shopping for my relatives but a favour is a favour. They just don't understand that I'm an introvert and I hate to get out into large crowds. It was embarrassing to ask the salesgirl at Chapters for a copy of the Fifty Shades...trilogy but it was now safely tucked under my arm in a plastic bag as I stood in line at Starbucks waiting to order a cup of coffee. There was a quiet table tucked away at the rear of their area and I planned to collect my thoughts there and go through my purchase to see what all the hype that I've heard about the books were about.
Just after I had gotten into line, a lady dressed in black slacks and a short black leather jacket got in behind me. I tried not to pay attention to her but I saw from our reflection in the store window across from where we stood that she was slightly taller than me and she wore knee high leather boots with what must have been 5-inch heels. Trying to be cool, which never seemed to work, I turned as if to look for a missing friend but really to check her out in more detail. She was looking right into my eyes as I turned to get the male's view of her. 'Damn, busted again,' I thought to myself but it was worth it as she was very attractive, in fantastic shape and she had short blonde hair. Her breasts must be magnificent even without showing any cleavage for they seemed to be trying to escape the confines of her jacket.
"I see that you found your books. I was right behind you when you asked the salesperson for it," she said softly in a quiet, sophisticated British accent as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes gave away her smile as she tried to hold a laugh inside of her and I knew she was laughing at my embarrassment.
I replied with my usual mumble that I gave to all women whom I met for the first time and then turned away and hung my head down hoping that I could be off by myself as soon as possible.
She then leaned almost over my right shoulder and whispered into my ear, "Are you into the scene dear?"
Afraid to do anything, I just shook my head to indicate that I was not and then moved ahead in line to place my order for a cup of coffee. I tried not to pay attention to anything or anyone else and after I added sugar and cream to my coffee, I moved away from everyone to the table in the back. I sat down with my drink and tried to casually flip through the books trying to act cool and uninterested.
As soon as I started to read a bit of a book, she came up and stood beside me holding her coffee and a look of confidence.
"May I join you? All the other tables seem to be taken and I would like to sit down for a sec."
"Oh, certainly," I replied looking up at her and then across the area in which not a single person sat at any of the other dozen or so tables.
Before I could say anything, she sat down next to me and seemed to take an interest in the article I had acquired at the bookstore. Her knee brushed up against my thigh and my blood pressure must have doubled and I know that my face had turned bright red as it always did when embarrassed.
"Hi, I'm Pamela. I hope that I haven't offended you with my comments but I just seem to blurt things out."
"Oh, I'm William and I'm pleased to meet you Pamela."
She looked at me intently and then said, "If you're not into the scene William, would you like to be?"
"It's not that Ma'am but I'm already, oh how do I say this, spoken for."
She then looked at my left hand and noticing the lack of a wedding band and asked, "Engaged or owned?"
"I guess you would say that I'm owned Ma'am," I whispered.
"That's too bad William as I was going to ask you to an affair I'm holding this weekend. I have an estate outside of town and usually once a month, we have a weekend session with several close acquaintances who are into the scene and my fetishes."
My hand was shaking as I took a sip of coffee and tried to think what she had said and what exactly she had meant by fetishes but I thought it best to say nothing more about it. In a very quiet voice, I said, "Sorry Ma'am but I don't know if my Mistress would approve my attending your meeting."
"Who is your Mistress?"
"It is Mistress Brianna, Ma'am."
"Oh, yes, I see," she replied and then got up. "It was nice chatting with you William. Perhaps another time."
She was gone before I had a chance to even blurt out a reply so I then sat there staring off into space and wondering just what had taken place. All those years wanting to be in the scene but nothing ever happening and now I was encountering opportunities that I could not act on. I wondered if honesty was indeed the best policy but oh well.
Later that evening as I was cooking a little pasta in the kitchen and watching the Friday night news, the phone rang and I quickly turned down the volume and took the pasta off the burner. "Good evening, it's William," I said into the phone.
