I was sitting in my favorite watering whole one night thinking over the events of the day and dreaming of seeing the cute little bar tender with a lot more skin showing when I heard a âBill is that you?â over my shoulder. Turning on the bar stool I saw a female face I know I knew but couldnât place, (I hate when that happens!!).
As she was going on about how long it has been, I still look the same, was I still married, etc., I was still trying to place her. She was tall maybe5â11â or 6â with dark hair which like mine was starting to show some gray. She carried herself well, holding her shoulders back and her back straight. As you know this stance will force the breasts to stand out and this lady had some great breasts!!! Her coat hid her waist but I assumed by the long lean legs it would not be out of proportion.
I was brought back from the recon of her body when I heard âyou donât remember me do youâ? As I looked up and saw a bit of a look of disappointment on her face. â Iâm sorry but Iâm closing in on being a true old fart and it does seem the memory is the first to go â I said with a bit of a grin. She smiled back and said she was familiar with the problem and said â Iâm Lana, I used to date Steve and you and I used to dance a lot at Outter Inn when you where married. Does that help?â
YES IT DID! All the good memories came back. I got up and hugged her and offered her a drink.
She said not then, as she was there to meet some of the people she worked with but would come back later if I were going to stay for a while. âIâll be hereâ I told her giving her a kiss on her cheek. She smiled kind of aâ remembering whenâ smile and said she would be back, turned and went to find her friends.
Lana, I thought to myself. She was one of the people you meet, when there is no way to do anything about it, you know? Just a matter of bad timing. I was married at the time and she was dating a friend of mine. We would meet mostly by chance at the bar and clear the floor dancing the fast songs then she would press against me all the way up and down on the slow ones. When she felt My manhood stiffening she would press harder with her hips, making it difficult to walk much less dance. Some kissing would follow inside then we would leave to go home, sometimes kissing harder in a car and I would feel those monster breasts for a bit but she would never go much further. She knew my wife and would not cheat on her, so I would be left with a bad case of sore nuts!!
Two drinks later still lost in thought of Lana and what I would do with the bartenderâs ass given a chance, I felt a tap on my shoulder. âCare to dance fella?â Lana said. A slow blues tune was on and without answering I took her hand and led to the dance floor. She had taken off her coat and I could see her nipples pushing the silk blouse to a firm point, a good sign I thought. We didnât talk just danced. She was pressed as tight to me as she was years ago. After the song I led her from the floor, she asked âonly one danceâ and I said âIâm to old to play those games anymoreâ. âThen why donât we sit in a booth and talk?â she said.
We sat down and the waitress brought our drinks over. We talked about old times and new times for a while. Another slow blues came on and she wanted to dance. I said no and thatâs when her hand went to my thigh. Lana looked at me raised her hand to my crotch, gave me a light kiss while she was rubbing my cock âPleaseâ and away we went. She was even tighter to my crotch then before. Kissing deep during the dance the temperature was rising!
Leading her back to the booth Lana kept her breast against my arm. When we sat down I looked at her and told her I wasnât sure this was a good idea to pursue. She asked âwhyâ. I looked at her and told her that my sexual tastes had taken a bit of a turn and I didnât think it would suit her. With a puzzled look she asked âWhat, Are you into bondage or something?â with a bit of nervous laugh. âPretty close to itâ is all I said. That sat her back in her seat and gave me a bit of a inner laugh. After a bit of watching the gears turn in her head she again asked, âcan we dance again pleaseâ
While dancing Lana asked about what takes place during My sex encounters, was I into whips and chains, what does the woman do? I told her that it is a form of âdanceâ and explained some of the D/s relationship. I donât use chains or ties as to My tastes if they are needed the sub doesnât want to be trained bad enough, but a riding crop or cat o nine will come to play if proper respect wasnât shown. Walking back to the booth I figured she would be up and out of there quickly but she sat back down, again the gears turning in her head
âIf I say yes and donât like it will you stop?â âAnytime you want â I told her. I went on to explain what a training session would consist of. A safe word to stop the activity, her behavior as a sub as in not looking at her Master unless told to, her total submission to Him and that if there were 2 questionings of commands she would be sent home and not allowed to return.
She asked to be let out of the booth and walked to the bathroom, coming out Lana stopped by the other tableâ got her coat and said goodbye to her friends. I figured thatâs the end of this story, sheâs running away. As she came to the table her head turned down, she said she was ready to start her training. She turned and started to walk to the door but I called her back. âFirst I have not accepted you as a trainee yet, second you did not address Me as Sir or Master as you were told to do, third you were not told to walk out yet. If the latter 2 items would have happened during a scene you would have earned 5 stokes of the riding crop for each. Do you understand this?â
âYes Sirâ she replied. âPlease forgive me Sir as I have never attempted anything like this before.â âDo you wish to proceed with this type of training?â I asked. âyes Sir if You will have meâ I lifted her face to look at Me, âThen go to the rest room and remove your bra and your pantyhose, then W/we will leave.â..â but Sir I will be embarrassed if my friends see me without my braâ she pleaded. âDo your tits hang to your waist if the are not supported?â I asked. âno sir they are still firm but my nipples.â I then cut her off saying âwhether or not you are embarrassed is not a concern of Mine! Your wanting to please Me is the only concern. Is THAT Clear?â âYes Sir but I have to work withâ Cutting her off again I said â you may ware your coat out and walk out around their table if you wish. Now make your decision rejoin your friends and be done or follow your instructions, you have 5 minutes to be at the door as instructed.â With her head down she said âI will be there Master.â
As W/we entered My house I looked at her and asked âone last time, are you sure you wish to learn how pain and submission will lead to pleasure little one?â yes Sir she replied. âThen remove your close starting with your dress leaving only panties and kneel as you were told.â
She started unbuttoning the full length dress and I instructed her âlower it slowly to your ankles then turn around and do the same with your slip so I may see your assâ âyes Sirâ she said turning and slipping her thumbs into the slip and slowly lowering it. The years and not having children were kind to My newfound toy, as her ass had a lovely heart shape to the small of her back and the thighs were still firm. Raising up she turned again to face Me then started unbuttoning her silk blouse.