Cynthia was an independent woman with a high I.Q. She was above all a woman. She tended to an optimist and trusted people too much and because of that had been involved in some unsatisfactory relationships.
Cynthia sighed; the feelings inside of her were somewhat overwhelming. Only recently she had concluded that she liked strong, dominant men. To some extent she had been aware of these feelings over the years, but she had denied them. She now acknowledged her situation and that brought her a degree of inner peace. She was at the same time, however, ambivalent, hopeful and pessimistic. It was not untypical for her to have these feelings, but usually she felt them individually rather than all three simultaneously. She didn't know how to handle the feelings she was having because they were so conflicting.
Cynthia was reticent to express her new submissive feelings to anyone, for fear of being rejected, or for fear of being used. She was also fearful that she would never find the thing she needed in her life, perhaps the one thing she desired now more than anything else.
So here she was anxiously waiting for Rich. She had met him via the web, something she had vowed she wouldn't do again. Something seemed different about him that was unlike the men that typically contacted her via e-mail. She couldn't put her finger on it and on any number of occasions she had reverted to her "no one from the web" position and decided to stop this foolishness. But for some reason she hadn't and now they were actually going to meet.
"Perhaps this was...."and the doorbell ended her ruminating in mid-thought. They hugged briefly and she invited him in for a glass of wine. His plane had been late which left them little time to talk prior to their dinner reservation. Dinner seemed to go well. Cynthia liked the fact that he listened to her when she talked. Although he ate quickly he seemed relaxed and appeared to listen to her and asked questions. She expected that, it had been his modus operandi from there initial correspondence. They were not prying questions, which was not entirely surprising, but nevertheless, a relief.
What puzzled her was he not her type. He was not a handsome man in the sense of a Greek statue or one of those pretty boys. He was also somewhat older and had a very different background than her previous lovers. He wasn't quiet, but certainly not boisterous. He had good manners and handled their waiter with an air of confidence. Over the months he had admitted to being judgmental and opinionated, and Cynthia thought she could feel him keeping that behavior in check during dinner. That was one of the contradictions about being attracted to him. Those were traits that were not appealing to her, yet him knowing who he was and what he wanted was attractive.
After dinner they returned to Cynthia's house and continued their conversation over an after dinner drink. She was becoming more at ease as time progressed. It was comforting that Rich seemed to be mostly what she had expected. Then suddenly, he arose and announced, "It has been a long day. It's time to be going to my hotel."
She was unaware that he had checked in to a hotel. They had avoided discussing sleeping arrangements when planning his visit. She had some anxiety about this during the past week and had not necessarily been prepared to extend such an invitation, yet for some reason was somewhat disappointed at his pronouncement. For all of their correspondence about sex over the months, the only time he actually touched her was to gently touch the small of her back, guiding her to their table for dinner.
They agreed to meet for breakfast and hugged again as he left. She was to meet Rich at the hotel in the morning before going to the track. He had never been to a racetrack and she wanted to show him where she worked.
Saturday came; she spent the morning readying her self for their day. Cynthia took great care to apply her make-up. Although Friday night had been encouraging, she was not prepared to abandon her underwear. She did, however, select her most sheer bra and panties, and slid into a simple cotton sundress.
She found him at the hotel coffee shop dressed in a simple button down shirt, tucked into the waist of a pair of khaki pants, in a pair of loafers. Cynthia beamed when he said, "Good morning" with a smile after looking her up and down. During breakfast she prepped him for the track. Rich had said he knew nothing about horseracing and he certainly had not exaggerated. Cynthia spent the whole afternoon at the track answering questions about the various facets of horseracing. Rich asked as many questions about the business part of horseracing as he did about the sport part, but on the whole they had a very enjoyable day. Still, however, no kiss or any other physical contact. Cynthia wondered if he had been expecting something different, perhaps someone more attractive.
They returned to Cynthia's. She had pre-prepared a good portion of the dinner she had planned. Over the course of the meal she made her decision; "I like him. Now to find out what he thinks."
"Are you planning to go back to the hotel?" she asked as casually as possible.
"Yes I was. Why?"
"Well, we have had a fair amount of wine and it's a bit of a drive. You could stay here if you like."
His reply startled her when he said, "Do you trust me?"
"Well, I, I,...I don't know you well enough to know that yet," Cynthia stammered.
"And trust is important to you isn't it," he said calmly.
"Yes, very important."
"Why? Is it because you want to give up control?"
"No, well sort of, no just a little - I need to have... someone...a man...control my some of my behavior" Cynthia said so softly that she hardly heard herself. She couldn't look directly at Rich. She was afraid of the look she would see. She had seen it in the eyes of men before. That feeling that they had control over her and they could use her and abuse her as they saw fit.
"Cynthia, would you please to go to your bedroom and strip" he said.
For some reason his voice seemed to have a calming and Cynthia went to her room and left the door open, undressed and stood in the darkened room.
"Cynthia, get ready for bed" he told her from the doorway as was admiring her body. She put on her nightgown then sat on the edge of the bed.
"Cynthia, get into bed." he told her.
Cynthia got under the covers. She felt his presence as he leaned over and kissed her forehead. He pulled the covers up over her.
"Cynthia. I want you to listen to me. I think understand your need and desire. I am very attracted to you and I do not want to frighten you away by coming on to strong. But understand this honey. I will not use you or abuse you. I will not lie to you and I will not hurt you intentionally. I won't do anything until I have your trust.
Then she heard him leave and then the front door close. She closed her eyes feeling warm and happy. Maybe she had found someone to serve.
Sunday morning a telephone ringing had awakened Cynthia. It had been Rich and she had smiled when he spoke to her.
"Good morning girl" he had said and she felt the familiar tingles.
"Good morning." She said unsure what to call him.
"Cynthia, I want you to forgo your panties today." he said softly.
"Alright," she said without reservation.
"Cynthia, that's the answer I was looking for. You do want to please me don't you?" he asked.
" Yes Rich, I do." She cried realizing what he was doing now.
"I want you to meet me for lunch." he said.
"Good" she said.
"I will pick you up at noon, be outside waiting." he ordered her.
"I need to finish up a few..." she began.
"Cynthia, when I tell you I want something, you do not question it, understand?" he asked, his voice sounding a bit harsh.
Cynthia was crushed and she didn't know why, but she felt her happiness slipping away.
"Yes, I'm sorry." She said softly.
"Cynthia, you're a good girl, you just need guidance. Meet me outside at noon." he said and she heard a click and then silence
"Hello Cynthia" he greeted her with a simple kiss to her cheek at noon.
"Your very attractive Cynthia," he said smiling at her.
"Thank you."
Rich opened the car door of his rental car for her and she slid in. he carefully shut the door, her eyes never leaving him as he walked around the front of the car and around to the passenger door.
Cynthia sighed deeply. "Yes, I think he might be my type," she thought. The pleasant afternoon they had reinforced that thought.
" Would you like to see me tonight?" he asked her.
" Yes" she responded almost too quickly.
"Cynthia, I want you to go home and I want you to prepare yourself for me."
" What I should be wearing?" she asked.
"Why nothing at all." he laughed.
She stood naked in her living room. Cynthia was uncertain as to what she should do, so she clasped her hands before her and waited. She was ready including a freshly shaved pussy that she knew would please him. She knew now he was the one.
Cynthia jumped at the soft knock. She took a deep breath, her nipples were straining and her breath was quick.
"Hello dear" he said reaching to stroke her cheek with his fingers. Rich entered and stood admiring her naked body. Cynthia shut the door and stood waiting.
Finally, Rich said, "Cynthia, I want you. My cock has been hard for you for two days. It has been begging me to take you. To make you mine. Would you like that Cynthia? Would you like to belong to my cock? Would you like me to take you and make you my woman?" Rich asked her.
"Yes, I would like that."
"Would you like to please me?" he asked.
"Yes, I would."
"Alright Cynthia, act like a slut."
"I don't know what you want. What do you want me to do?"
"Do you want me to teach you how to be slutty?" Rich queried.
"Yes, please teach me."
