I recently bumped into a work colleague while I was doing the shopping after work. It had been a while, some weeks, since I had seen Trisha, and a pleasant surprise it was. She had been away working on a project she told me, and was home for the first time in three weeks, Wearing non-work clothes she looked even better than she did in her work gear. The loose cotton blouse and pants sat very well on her elegant frame. Trisha is brunette, blue-eyed electric, with a crooked smile. Her legs are long and her breasts small, but I believed perfectly formed. Occasionally I would notice her nipples as sharp points.
If her physical traits appealed I also seemed to connect with her mind. Conversations, especially when we were alone, were intense and sometimes strayed a little close to intimate and sexual for the company we worked for. We hadn't ever seen each other outside work so I was keen to find out what might happen. To my suggestion of a coffee there was an instant smile and an affirmative nod.
We met about fifteen minutes later in a local cafe. The chat was natural and urbane, a meeting of two people attracted and of similar thoughts. The subjects started general, work gossip, but soon ranged to more personal subjects. The cafe suddenly seemed wrong for this level of intimacy so we moved to a restaurant nearby. We were able to continue exploring each other's thoughts and ideas. By the time half a bottle of the wine and the entrees had been disposed of the knowledge that we were both single and very interested had led to flirting that would have seen us in a lot of strife at work.
The realisation that we were both keen allowed a natural slowing of the pace, a slow fuse replacing the conflagration that was so very nearly the beginning, and probably end, of this thing. We both sat back, savoured the main course and the rest of the wine, and talked more generally about interests and ideas. Our world views seemed similar, a good place to start if you're hoping for more than a passion filled one night stand. My hearts desire.
We decided to share a crème brulee. Looking at the topping as the toffee sugar was cracked prompted Trisha to wonder about whether the sugar would burn like candle wax dripped on a nipple. This was well beyond the general erotic charge of earlier. The talk of such specifics, particularly something kinky, led the night a whole new direction. Rapidly my mind explored the permutations. Had she had wax dripped on her, or had she been the dripper? Did she want to dominate me or did she want me to do it to her?
With enough, but not too much, alcohol, on board to loosen us up this far I decided just to ask. "Top or bottom?" I politely enquired. Perhaps taken aback by the forthright question she cocked her head, looked me straight in the eye, and replied "top." A beat. "Are you interested in finding someone to dominate you?"
Total honesty and what could be a very interesting journey led me to reply "Yes, for about ten years."
"What's your story?"
"I read a story in Variations that was about a man submitting to his girlfriend She waits for him after work and makes him do some things he has voiced but is afraid of, such as fucking his arse. I started reading and it wasn't long before I was hard. I read some more letters and came halfway through the fourth one. They were all different but female domination was at the heart of each of the letters, even if in one of the letters there was an epic blowjob. Apparently one of the authors thought that by blowing her man she was dominating him. From memory he came, she got him hard again and then he fucked her doggie style. I suppose it is possible, but I think that's an interesting take on femdom.
"Anyway I convinced one of my girlfriends to try it. Her thing really was exhibitionism: she loved going to nude beaches and showing off her large tanned breasts and neat shaved pussy. She agreed to dominate me, and a week after the conversation she came to my place ready. Holli shrugged off her coat to reveal a corset hugging her large breasts, high-heeled boots claiming her calves, and her pussy shaved bare. She dug the costume but didn't really understand the dynamic or the idea of consensual play. She thought that I wanted her just to hurt me, which she did with a hairbrush, and then fuck her, which is essentially what happened that day. We didn't do femdom again, but she did like wearing the corset. The final time I saw her in it was one day when I arrived at her place unannounced: I wanted to surprise her and take her to dinner. I walked around the house and entered through the yard, the normal way in. In the lounge Holli sprawled across the leather lounge, red leather contrasting the black in her corset, sucking a veiny cock while a girl with cropped red hair exercised her tongue between her legs. He had a much bigger cock than me, and I knew it was over between us.
"I have fantasised about being dominated but had given up the idea of it happening."
The waitress approached and we ordered more coffee. As she receded Trisha asked me if I thought I had found it now. I considered this, the pause hanging between us, before replying "I hope so."
The coffee arrived, punctuation on my admission. In the clear air left in the wake of the waitress Trisha told me her story. About five years ago, in a period of three months, her mother had died and her husband left her after a very short marriage. The reason was not enunciated but it was clear that it hurt her. Looking to herself for answers she had retreated for a few months until the raw edge wore off, and then, as a fundamentally up person she went back into the world. She moved house and job and looked for new experiences. "I found a flyer for a Halloween event in a club. I dressed up a little and went. If nothing else I could drink a bit. I met Bethany, who became my mistress for about six months. Many of the things I know are because of her teaching. For me it was about developing a new world view, compassion and self-reliance.
"After we parted and I started dominating. I have had three other femdom relationships.
"Brandon moved onto a 24/7 deal that he wanted from me but that I refused. I didn't want that power imbalance all the time. And besides, it takes a great deal of energy to keep someone busy all the time. It didn't last. I've seen him a few times since, but just for a drink."
"Jessica went back to her boyfriend. She was a bit of a fling. We met on holiday, ironically enough on a beach. We were both alone and it made sense to group together and fend off the circling males. Mostly they wanted her I suspect. She had large breasts and big hair, the very opposite of me, maybe a bit like Holli. We got drunk one night and ended up in bed. When we got home we saw each other a few times. One night I tied her to the bed and teased her mercilessly, eventually letting her have a string of orgasms. Eventually she decided she wanted real cock, not a strap on, and other circumstances changed. She went back to him and is happy. We occasionally see each other in a friendly way. At her last birthday the three of us ended up in bed together, and I must say he was a pretty good fuck. And she ate the creampie.
"And with Frank the less said the better. He didn't really believe in us the way I wanted it to be. I wanted to see him as a sometime submissive and he wanted to run the relationship totally. We didn't match emotionally, but the few months that I had topping him gave me a greater understanding of what I do want.
"If this is to go anywhere you need to understand a few things. First, I am not a 24/7 dominatrix. I want a relationship that is honest and equal, but that allows for my sexual expression to appear sometimes. By nature I am not violent, and I don't use hairbrushes in my play" which I laughed at.
"Secondly, I have been attracted to you for a long time but I didn't know how to approach you. Work is the wrong place, but I'm glad I ran into you this afternoon, and that this meal could happen."
