A True Story
It was a warm and sunny fall afternoon. The leaves on the trees had just begun to show the iridescent colors of fall. She loved to drive her red convertible sports car on these windy roads with the warmth of the sun on her face. The feel of the wind rushing through her hair always gave her the sense that she was flying low to the ground. With summer quickly drawing to an end, it seemed like a shame to be on her way to spend the day indoors.
Sara had always been a free spirit. She knew that her hot temper and stubbornness often created conflict, a fact that her ex-husband had pointed out more and more frequently before the split. She could not be broken. Once Sara made up her mind, no one was going to get her to change.
The four years since the divorce was finalized had gone by with the blink of an eye. She had become tired of the same old routine from the men that she had been dating on and off for the past four years. They really weren't too different from her ex- when she thought of what made them seem so ordinary. At the urging of her girlfriends, she finally placed an ad with an Internet dating service. She was surprised at the varied responses that she received. The one-liners met their fate with the push of the delete key. After much consideration, she had carefully selected a man whose response appealed to her gut feelings and intrigued her the most.
A nervous tightness could be felt in her stomach as she though of what she had committed to for the day. She didn't know much about Jack. He had always been a little coy about telling her too much about himself. She knew that he was a partner in his business. Sara had even been to his office once. He had asked her to stop by one day at lunch for an impromptu date. The building was public enough so she followed her gut to meet this intriguing man. She was impressed with the lovely office and how friendly everyone was at the firm. She wasn't sure what his business did exactly other than he was somehow involved with consulting in the field of construction. He traveled frequently, sometimes on short notice. He seemed to be very successful based on the way he lived. He was always nicely dressed and always treated her very well.
This would be their fourth time together. The first three times were just casual dates. The first meeting was over coffee, then a lunch and finally a formal affair, dining out with his professional associates. Even though their relationship had started as two single people searching for the proverbial soul mate it had evolved into the topic of exploring their sexual fantasies and taboos. He was very methodical in his approach to getting physical. One of the things that she liked about him from the start was his obvious interest in getting to know her. She always felt like he was listening to her every word and that he genuinely cared what she wanted. Their conversations made time fly. She was always surprised at the passing of so much time whenever they had the chance to really connect on such a personal and meaningful level. He always left her wanting for more when he left her off at her door with just a pleasant kiss, no more.
He had a way about him. He was always able to get her to tell him more of her deepest thoughts and secrets than she ever thought possible. His gentle manner and broad smile seemed to coax anything from her lips as they talked for hours about their secret sexual desires. He knew just how to elicit the emotional response from her that he sought. She remembered how self-conscious she always felt in public when their conversation left her so wet that she was sure that everyone could see her blushing or the occasional moisture on her clothing. He was driving her insane. She wanted to take their relationship to a more physical level but he just seemed to be teasing her. He left her so horny that she had to resort to her play things when she got home.
He seemed to be interested mostly by D/s relationships and frequently turned the discussion toward bondage, discipline and respect. He seemed to know a lot about the subject and taught her many things she had never heard before. She had to admit that she had fantasized about being restrained and letting him have his way with her,
Tonight would be different from their previous encounters. It sounded like he was ready to take their relationship to the next level too. An irresistible message had been on her answering machine when she came home one evening about a week ago. His invitation was short and to the point. He instructed her how she was to dress and what she was to bring. He had given her a safeword in case she had second thoughts once the adventure began. Sara said the word "orange" aloud to experience what it would feel like to say it, She repeated it a few times, hoping that she would remember it if the time came. His voice sounded a little different in the message - Cold and business-like. He also gave her a short list of items to bring. It took Fed Ex to get everything to her house from the on-line toy shop in time but she was able to find everything that he specified. She glanced at the bag from Macy's on the seat beside her. It looked much more innocent than the graphics on the boxes inside. She hoped that everything would pass muster. His instructions were a bit vague; a vibrator, a small flogger, a pair of nipple clamps and a pair of handcuffs was as specific as the message got. She hoped that the fur-lined cuffs would be okay. The steel kind looked like they would quickly bother her wrists.
A black Lincoln Navigator suddenly pulled in front of her car from a side road, interrupting her leisurely drive and shattering her daydream. She honked the horn but the beep from her car horn just didn't do justice for the irritation that she felt.
"Stupid SOB," she muttered to herself, knowing that the driver wouldn't be able to hear her voice over the roar of the loud sound of the engine and wind inside the closed cabin.
She took a deep breath and shook her head. Another idiot in something too big to handle, she thought to herself. Sara refused to succumb to the trendiness of large SUV's in favor of her shiny red car. She would rather take the bus to work during the winter months than to own such a behemoth. She knew what she liked and worked hard to achieve it all on her own. She was proud of her independence and the status that she had achieved, not only in her office but among her circle of friends as well.
Perhaps that was why this evening would be so different for her. The idea of submission to this man enchanted her. She wondered whether she could really go through it, or for how long. No one had ever as much as tied her hands together before. She liked the way he had described in writing what he would do to her, but she still wasn't sure how she would really react. The idea of restraints sent shivers up her spine, even now. Talking of pleasure and pain as opposed to actually experiencing it might be very different. Still, she had to try at least this once. He had even offered to let her bring a friend if she'd like so that person could make sure that everything was safe. The only problem was she'd have to confide in a friend about her secret passion for bondage. She had no choice but to decline that offer.
Sara re-checked the address on the slip of paper in her purse. She knew that his home was hidden from the road by the thick undergrowth of the woods but there was supposed to be a stone gate along this road someplace. She looked up from the paper just in time to see the double stone pillars disappear in her mirrors. She quickly pulled to the shoulder, letting another car pass before she turned around to check the numbers on the mailbox. This is it she thought as she took another deep breath. Her stomach felt tight once again as her car slowly negotiated the curves among the oak-lined driveway. The house stood among the trees, only visible from one corner. She parked in front of the closed garage doors. Lifting the Macy's bag from the seat, she stood beside the car, straightened her outfit and walked to the front door in as confident a manner as she was able. She pressed the doorbell and waited in anticipation. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the front door swung open. She had no idea what character he would be playing for this encounter.
The door opened with a whoosh. He was dressed on the typical business casual attire that he often seemed to wear. He was smiling. She felt a bit of relief. Her mind had created the image of someone more sinister as she had gone over the possibilities in her head. He invited her in and took the bag from her hand without looking or asking. In her nervousness, her hands felt out of place. She tried several different postures before simply letting her arms hang at her sides.
"You look very nice this afternoon," he complimented her. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"No... No SIR," she replied, waiting for him to issue an order or something.
She felt uncomfortable making small talk after struggling to collect the courage to come inside. She could feel his stare, as he looked her over admiringly.
"Would you care for something drink?" he asked casually. "A Coke, iced tea or perhaps a beer or cocktail?"
"Uh, sure, a diet Coke would be good," she answered, wondering how long he would continue this innocent chitchat.
He disappeared around the corner.
"Come on into the living room and make yourself comfortable," he shouted from the kitchen as the clank of glasses could be heard.
She entered the room and was immediately taken by the beautiful garden in the woods outside the huge picture windows. She was so taken by the interesting and beautiful scenery that she hadn't noticed him returning into the room until his hand touched her elbow from behind. Still a bit tense, the touch of his hand startled her.
"Here you go, Sara. Like the view?"
