James had first noticed Megan Williams as she shared lunch with a few friends on the campus of the local university. It had been a hot day and they had taken refuge on a bench that sat in the shade of a tall oak tree. The hot weather had forced her friends into skimpy clothing that left a great deal of flesh on display but Megan had dressed more modestly in a cotton summer dress and flip-flops which amply showed off her superb figure without overtly advertising the fact that she had a body worth drooling over- which she clearly did. Her fiery-red hair contrasted perfectly with the jade-green of her dress and put the dyed-blond of her two friends to shame with it's natural intensity and beauty. As James watched the girls it became clear that Megan was everything he looked for in a potential lover, she seemed shy and respectful but aware of the power her body may give her over the men in her life. Initially she looked feisty and untameable but James could see that for the front that it was and he sensed that the underlying air of submission and quiet obedience that she displayed was the more persistent of her character traits, although admittedly a trait that most men would miss.
Since that day James had become intimately involved with Megan, at nineteen years-old she was six years his junior and in many ways she acted her age, although she displayed an uncommon maturity which only served to heighten his enthusiasm for her. He had been right about her submissive nature, too, it hadn't taken long for her to reach towards his dominant and protective manner and reveal her true self to him. Of course to James this was no surprise he had seen it in her as soon straight away but Megan, herself, had been somewhat taken aback by her eventual self-realisation. James had guessed that her previous boyfriends had been unable to satisfy her properly, that they lacked something but she didn't know what. When she understood that James could satisfy her she decided to allow herself to let go of what control she had and to try her best to submit to him but some vestiges of her strong will remained. They had yet to become totally intimate with each other, their relationship being somewhat chaste, but this all played into James' hands. The longer she waited the more eager she would become to submit and the easier it would become for him to give her exactly what it was she wanted whilst at the same time satisfying his own wicked desires.
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It was Friday. The last Friday of the semester to be precise. Megan had finally finished her exams and had the best part of the next three months to kill in one way or another. James had asked her to come over to his place for the evening where he had plans to take their relationship further but Megan had insisted that he come over to hers and, seeing the advantage of letting her relax in familiar surroundings, James had agreed.
James had said he'd be at Megan's by eight and at eight o'clock precisely Megan was relieved of her anticipation by three loud strikes on the wooden door. One thing she had learned of James that he was always precisely on time, he didn't believe in making people wait in anticipation, instead preferring to be a man of his word and arrive no sooner, or later, than expected. Eagerly Megan darted off to the door and allowed herself only the briefest glance in the mirror to check her appearance before opening the door to the man that for the moment still called himself her boyfriend but would soon call himself her master.
"Hi," said Megan, her chirpy voice betraying her obvious excitement.
"Good evening," returned James in his usual dry and commanding tone. He didn't wait to be invited in before he stepped over the threshold and passed Megan allowing her to close the door behind him.
Already it was clear that Megan was nervous. The pair of them knew that tonight would almost certainly be the night that they first have sex but Megan was not nearly as controlled in her behaviour as James was, perhaps because they both knew that whatever happened would happen strictly on his terms.
"I've made sure that we have the house to ourselves tonight," explained Megan, "I sent mom off to see a movie, she'll probably not get back until late tonight so we've got a while together."
James was annoyed that they'd have to work around Megan's mother's schedule but he felt confident that as soon as Megan had experienced what he could give her it would only be a matter of time before she moved in with him and that particular annoyance would become a thing of the past. "I'm glad to see you've planned ahead, you've done well."
Megan smiled with delight, she had already caught the bug of most submissives in that she cried out for positive reinforcement. "I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect."
"I'm sure it will be," cooed James.
"Would you like a drink?" asked Megan as she led James onto the leather couch of the living room.
James smiled, impressed by Megan's attentiveness. "I'd love a drink, thank-you," he replied. Megan looked as though he was about to speak but James got there before her, "but first..." he said quickly, cutting her train of though, "give me a kiss."
Immediately Megan made her way towards him, her face lit up with a distinct look of adoration. Wordlessly their lips met and the sweet tingling of their contact sent waves of exhilaration through both of them. James made sure to kiss in a forceful manner and dictated the length it would last. As they kissed he raised his hand to Megan's thigh and slid firmly over the fabric of her cotton dress to the smooth roundness of her buttocks. Almost as soon as he reached his destination he ceased the kiss and removed his hand allowing Megan to contemplate his touch as she fixed the drinks.
For a moment she looked dazed as she stood back up to full height but she soon regained the wherewithal to get on with the task at hand and headed into the kitchen knowing full-well that she didn't need to ask what her lover wanted to drink, he only ever drank whisky and she knew exactly which distillery produced his favourite.
Megan soon returned with James' whisky and a gin and tonic for herself, she seated herself next to him on the leather couch and took a sip of her drink whilst looking on expectantly as James sipped at his.
"I'm disappointed," James said, turning Megan's smiling face instantly to one of confused worry. "This is my favourite whisky," he continued, "I was hoping for an excuse to bend you over my knee and give you a good spanking."
Megan smiled as his comment relieved her anxiety. "Maybe you wouldn't need an excuse," she replied, her voice practically dripping with sensuality.
James was reassured by her comment. They had talked about discipline in the past but he knew that there still may be some reluctance to performing it from Megan who's past sexual experiences had all been given by inexperienced boys who were all too grateful of her attention to even consider treating her as she so desperately needed. "That's the kind of talk that I would expect from those sluttish friends of yours," admonished James, finding an excuse to feign further disappointment.
"I'm sorry," replied Megan, her tone genuine, "I know I shouldn't have said it but I meant what I said."
"I know you did," replied James, before taking another sip of his whisky. He knew that she was eager and so wanted to make sure that she was made to wait for what was coming to her. She would get what she wanted soon enough. "I notice that you're wearing that green dress again," he continued, changing the topic of conversation.
"Yes," replied Megan, "I wanted to remind you of the day you first saw me." James had told her that story on one of their past dates although initially he had left out the detail about her obvious eagerness for submission, he had revealed that particular detail only a week earlier.
"You wanted to remind me that I knew you were eager to submit?" he asked, looking over his glass as he took another sip.
"Yes," replied Megan, looking down timidly.
"And why did you want to remind me of that?" he asked, deciding to have a little fun at her expense.
