She hated waiting. She especially hated waiting in line. She most especially hated waiting in line at the post office. Still she had parcels to post so she had no choice, but to wait. So she waited on the postal worker to wave her over to the next available window.
Fortunately the line was not all that long today. She stood quietly, motionless as she looked at her fellow waiters. She noticed one young man just ahead of her. He seemed agitated or nervous or something, he could not stand still. He was a very attractive although a much younger man than she knew she should have been observing. As if he had sensed her eyes on him, he turned to face her and smiled slightly. She acknowledged the smile with a smile of her own. He then resumed his original position facing forward in the line.
There were suddenly more windows open and the line dwindled fast as each customer was handled quickly to conclude transactions before the office closed for the day. In the sudden rush she lost sight of him and his presence slipped her mind until she made her way to the parking lot for her car.
It was autumn so the sky darkened quickly and the parking lot lights were on, she had parked beneath one so her car was easy to spot. Apparently the young man was parked near her because they walked towards the same area.
She got to her car just as he stood next to the car that was directly in front of hers. There was an awkward moment of silence as they stood and stared at each other. Finally he spoke.
"Hi, nice night, huh?" He said, a slight smile playing across his lips.
"Yes, yes it is." She said, wondering why he had even initiated a contact.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be forward but I noticed you inside and caught myself thinking that you were a very attractive woman. Someone I would like to talk to, if that's alright?" He stood there in a very non-threatening stance and seemed eager to engage her in conversation.
She was momentarily speechless. She had always been told she was pretty but had never considered what that really meant to those that had said it. She considered herself rather average. Average height. Average weight. Average looks. Just you're average over 40 brunette.
She took a closer look at him. He was obviously younger than she was, rather tall, slender with long hair to his shoulders and a full, yet neatly trimmed beard. His coloring was typical of the blondes, fair skinned and light eyes.
He broke her inventory by saying, "Again, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, it's just that..."
She interrupted with "Oh, it's alright, it's not often a young man approaches me like this."
His smile widened as he asked, "Well, then let me take this one step further and ask if you'd consider joining me for a coffee at that restaurant across the street?"
This took her aback and as she tried to come up with a response, he walked towards her. She wasn't sure if she was to be flattered or alarmed. They were strangers. It was getting darker by the minute and the parking lot was clearing out leaving her alone with this man.
Finally, she spoke, "Well, ordinarily I don't just go off with someone I just met but for some reason, I think I'll make you the exception. I do think we should re-park our cars in that lot though. I'll meet you there in a moment." She got into her car as he hurriedly returned to his.
They pulled up next to each other in the lot. Neither one spoke as they entered the restaurant, found a table and sat waiting on the waitress. In a few minutes she came and took their order of just coffee.
She sat still and quiet while he sat grinning and twisting his napkin nervously.
This time she broke the silence by saying, "So do you want to start with the usual, like name and occupation?"
"Oh, sure. My name is Michael and I'm photographer." He told her obligingly.
"Well, hello, Michael the photographer, my name is Nancy and I'm a professional dominatrix." She giggled as his mouth dropped.
The awkwardness of the moment was diverted by the arrival of their coffee.
Michael seemed to become intensely involved in getting his coffee creamed and sugared just right, his eyes averted from her face. He even blushed.
She assumed she had embarrassed him and said, "So its my turn to apologize, eh? I'm not what most people expect and from the look on your face, red cheeks and all, certainly not what you were expecting me to say."
"No. No, its not that...uh, what may I call you?" He said, his eyes downcast and his physical presence much more subdued than before.
Nancy took this to mean he was asking her permission to address as a domme and said, "Well, then Michael, Mistress is just fine, but I'm off the clock so to speak.'' Again, she giggled like a young girl.
He glanced up at her and said, "Oh, yes of course, I understand, I think. Being a domme is your profession, something someone would have to pay you for doing. I, well, I..I don't know what to say". He seemed to deflate into his seat.
Well, this is becoming rather interesting, she thought. Her usual clientele were older men and a few women that paid handsomely for her services as a dominatrix. She was quite proud of the reputation she had carefully built up over the years in her community of like-minded people. Not one for needing to be limited to one relationship, she had some long timers but more first time clients. This had gotten her to be known as "The Cherry Popper".
"So how acquainted are you with the BDSM community, young Michael?" She asked, looking directly into his face.
"Uh, well. I've no direct experience, yet. Its just something I've sort of kept up with for a while mostly online. You know the websites and chatrooms." As he spoke, he kept eyes downcast.
"Alright. So the terminology is not strange to you but you've not actually submitted to anyone, right?" She asked as she watched his body reactions more intently.
He continued to not meet her gaze and said, "Yes, Mistress. So maybe our meeting is kismet in some way. Maybe you are the one to show me what it's like in real life? Again, I hope I've not presumed too much. If so, I beg your indulgence, Mistress."
"Uh, huh. I think you should understand I have a certain reputation in my community, one that might be altered if I were to engage in a non-professional, meaning free, relationship with someone. Still you do intrigue me. Maybe its time we took this conversation somewhere more private? And also, keep this less formal than I would ordinarily when cultivating a new client. You may call me Mistress if you like but I'm in the mood to be a bit more lenient and less structured than usual." She was pleased to see him raise his face to her and look her in the eye.
"Yes, something less intense than the traditional sounds more like what I could handle for now." He motioned for the waitress to bring them the bill. He paid at the register and then followed her out to their cars.
Nancy suggested they meet at a motel not far from there, a place she had used before for trysts. She got into her car and drove off without waiting for a response from him. She smiled slightly as she looked at him through her rearview mirror as he watched her drive away. This would be the first test. Whether he would follow or drive off.
It didn't take long for him to pull up beside her in the motel parking lot. She stayed in her car and motioned for him to come to her window.
"You play, you pay." She said in an even tone.
He went to the office and paid for a room. Then he walked down the sidewalk to a room at the end. She was right behind him.
"Sit in the chair by the window". She said as they entered the room together.
He did as he was told. She drew the curtains closed and sat on the bed facing him.
