As she reached to grab her bags and walk out the door, she couldn't help but pause. She ran back to the bedroom to check the mirror one more time. She looked at herself critically. The dress seemed much too short. It clung just a bit too tightly around her belly. She tried to adjust it again. She felt the desperate urge to take it off, to change into the jeans and low cut shirt she felt so comfortable in. She silently cursed herself for her self conscious thoughts. He had chosen this outfit. She would wear it proudly. Nodding to herself in the mirror, she straightened and gathered her things, meeting the taxi at the curb.
She tried to remain calm on the ride to the train station, but her thoughts were nearly overwhelming. It was so hard to believe that just six months ago she had met him online by happenstance. They had connected on many levels very quickly. Though she knew he was a Dominant, and he knew her as submissive, he never tried to overpower her. He was respectful, kind, caring. When, after four months, he had asked her if he could visit and take her out to dinner, she was ecstatic. The four hours between them seemed like such a distance for a dinner date, but he was unfazed.
The dinner had been one of the best nights of her life. There was no awkwardness, no uncertainty. They spoke for hours, the conversation coming easily, until the waitress had finally informed them that the restaurant was closing. The whole time she had wanted desperately for him to touch her, yet he hadn't. As he walked her to her car, he placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her. The walk seemed to take an eternity. His touch filled her senses, the firm yet gentle hand-it somehow made her feel safe. There had been comfortable silences at the restaurant, yet now the silence seemed heavy, intentional.
Once they had reached the vehicle, he spun her gently to face him. She looked up at him, but the intensity of his gaze was too much for her and she dropped her eyes again. She was surprised when she felt his hand on her chin, lifting it to meet his eyes again. He spoke softly, yet firmly. "I want you to be Mine. Your body, your brain, your soul...I want all of them." Later, she would wish she had been more eloquent. To explain to him how much she wanted that, how much she needed it. But in that moment, she had only been able to smile and nod as she felt happy tears filling her eyes. He had kissed her gently, opened her door and helped her in the car, and then he had left. She had sat in her car, trying to reconcile the evening. Trying to figure out what had just happened.
The next two months had flown by. She wasn't sure what to expect from him, but surrendering to his control had come naturally. It started slow and simply-cutting their conversations a bit short and telling her to go to bed and get some sleep. Texting her mid-day to tell her it was lunch time and she needed to eat. It occurred to her that all those months they had been talking, he had been gathering information. He knew all of the ways she failed to take care of herself, and he was determined to be sure she started.
She had naturally relinquished orgasm control to him as soon as she had nodded and agreed to be his. It wasn't something that was discussed-it didn't need to be. She had grown frustrated after the first week. He had asked her to send a photo of her panties to him each day. He loved it when she took the photo at work, unzipping her jeans and exposing the undergarment to the camera. She had been thrilled at the prospect of sexual play. Yet, he had initiated nothing further.
Finally, during a nightly phone conversation, she had gained the courage to approach the topic.
"Sir...I know you're happy with me. I know I've done nothing to disappoint you. I send you my photos every day, I do as you ask every time you make a request."
"Yes, little one. I am very happy with you. You are a good little girl."
"Then why haven't we played? Why haven't you asked me for...you know, sexual stuff? I haven't cum since I became yours. I'm...ummm. I'm needy. I'm so horny. I just...I really want to cum."
She could hear the smile before he even spoke, and it confused her. "Sweet little baby girl...why has it taken you so long to ask me for what you want?"
This simply furthered her confusion. "I...I want to please you." She was confident that was the appropriate response for a submissive to give her Dominant.
She heard the disapproval in his voice immediately. "No, little one. This is your first lesson. It doesn't please me when you are keeping your needs and desires to yourself. I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me what you are feeling. Whether that's emotional, physical, or the 'sexual stuff'." She could hear the amusement in his voice again. "I need to know that I can trust you to share these things with me. Especially with this distance between us, it's difficult to always be able to properly provide for your needs if I don't know what they are."
Her heart soared, yet she also felt ashamed. She had never considered this. She had never thought about her responsibility to him in this fashion. "I'm sorry, Sir." she responded honestly. "I will be sure to share everything with you in the future."
From that point, the relationship had blossomed into everything she could have hoped for. He regularly provided her with intense stimulation on the phone. His voice was incredible...he had trained her body to respond to the slightest suggestion. She had always found the idea of a woman cumming on cue completely ludicrous, yet that was exactly what she experienced. Whether he simply knew the perfect time in which to give the command, or her body just responded that beautifully to him, she didn't know, and honestly didn't care.
Now, she was on her way to visit him. Their second meeting, yet she hardly knew what to expect. The last time, their dynamic had been so much different. They had grown together over the last months. Now, she couldn't imagine her life without him. She stepped from the cab eagerly, only to stumble a bit in her heels. "Damn these heels" she thought to herself yet again, longing for the comfort of her tennis shoes. Even the cute lacey flats she knew he found adorable. As she caught herself, she noticed the way the taxi driver was looking at her and grinned. "Maybe this is a good look for me," she mumbled. She gathered her bags, smiled again at the driver, and walked toward the train station.
She glanced at her phone and found a text awaiting her. "Only four hours until we're together, ma belle. Find a secluded seat on the train."
Her heart raced, and her feet followed suit, heading toward the train. It wasn't difficult to find a secluded seat, though the train's population was not ideal. She passed what appeared to be a group of fraternity brothers, loud and boisterous, that seemed to quiet and watch her as she walked by. Glad that she could find a seat with a few rows between them, she took the seat by the window and placed her bags in the seat next to her.
