The following day is utterly uneventful, in stark contrast to the past three. For the first time since running into Lexi the Bag Lady, I experience a full 24 hours where I don't get to paddle any hot women at all. People still stare at me wherever I go, but nobody seems to be volunteering to be my next play partner. I am fine with that, because my mind is completely occupied by Sarah. I am aching to meet her again. Although I do my utmost to 'accidentally' bump into her, I'm out of luck. She wasn't joking when she said she was very busy and made long hours...
The next morning, I am late for work. I get ready to sprint down the stairs when I almost crash into Sarah on our landing. She looks stunning in her chic work gear -- a grey pencil skirt, a grey fitted jacket, and an expensive-looking white blouse that she probably thinks tones down her fabulous tits, as if any garment could.
"Hi!" I tell her, suddenly lost for words.
"Hi!" She smiles her bright smile, complete with the sweet blush and the lovely sparkling eyes. I feel a flutter in my stomach.
"Good to see you again, Sarah."
"Yeah... Alex, I... I was planning on calling you tonight..."
I intuitively take a step towards her and take her hand. Before I know, we're snogging like teenagers.
"I need to get to work," I tell her when we come up for air between kisses.
"Yes, me too"
"I'm ruining your make-up."
"Yeah, you are." She seems to make up her mind. "Can we meet tonight? There's something I still need to... ask you... remember? If you're still up for it, that is?"
"I'd love that! Tonight, yes, please!" My erection was already in full force from the kissing, but her remarks, hinting at a continuation of our erotic play, make my cock strain my pants even harder.
"My place at seven thirty? I won't have time to cook, I hope you don't mind Thai takeaway?"
"I love Thai takeaway. It's my main staple."
"Alex?"
"Yes?"
"I need to take this slowly..."
"I know, Sarah. Don't worry. We'll take this as it comes. See you tonight."
"Yeah."
One more kiss and then I leave for work, all hot and bothered, and she goes back in to touch up her make-up.
The day drags by. I catch myself checking the time again and again, daring the clock to speed up to seven thirty. That night, I show up at her door at exactly seven thirty-five, trying to be as early as possible without the embarrassment of being precisely on time. I can feel my nervousness coursing through my veins. I am carrying a bottle of wine, and my notorious paddle in my bag. "Well, what?" I ask my inner critic. "I would have wanted to show up with a full set of bondage gear, but yeah."
She opens the door, and I hold my breath when I see her. She looks amazing, changed out of her chic work gear into tight white slim-fit trousers and a red bengaline top with ample cleavage. Her look is simple, but she's obviously gone through some effort to look good for me. "Wow, you look gorgeous!"
"Thank you," she smiles her adorable smile with her wide, generous mouth.
I want to take her into my arms and kiss her again, but there is something about the way she stands that makes me hold back. I see her look at the floor demurely, fiddling with her hands in front of her. My nervousness disappears completely when I realise she's just as tense as me. I'm already aligning words of comfort in my head, when it dawns on me that she is not only nervous, but also trying to signal to me to start our erotic games immediately. Her gaze is obediently downcast, and her hands are now clasped behind her back, as if she is mimicking one of the submissive poses she showcased for me the other night.
Oh, the inconveniences of two poor communicators trying to initiate a BDSM relationship... "We must make some arrangements if we are doing this more often," I think.
I decide to play along. "Is there something you want to ask me, Sarah?"
"Yes, Sir."
Sir? That's hot. I was right, she wants to start playing right away. "Tell me, Sarah."
"I... You..."
"Look at me, Sarah."
She blushes furiously and looks me straight into my eyes. I love her eyes; they are brown with specks of gold and green. Her eye make-up is subtle but effective. Her hands are still clasped behind her back, which makes her tits strain her top invitingly.
"Sir, would you... please... punish me?" Her nipples are now trying to poke their way through the fabric.
"Remind me. Why am I punishing you, Sarah?"
"Please punish me sir, for not making you come in time the other night. With the blowjob."
"Very well, Sarah. You'll get the paddling you deserve for not making me come in time. But I'm also starving and the food smells delicious. We'll eat first."
A devious idea pops up in my mind. The other night, Sarah showed me the submissive positions she subjected herself to when she masturbated. Being on display like that turned her on immensely. Why not add a little bit of that humiliation play to our dinner tonight?
"But, Sarah, to remind you of your place, you will be naked during dinner. This'll be the first part of your punishment."
She swallows and nods.
"Take off your top first."
She obliges, carefully taking off the pretty red top. Underneath, she is wearing a sexy white lace bra that pushes up her ample bust.
"That's a lovely bra, but it needs to come off as well."
Without a word, she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, making her glorious tits strain forwards.
"Hmmm," I can't resist making an appreciative noise as they come free. "Now the trousers."
Still without a word, she turns her pretty, naked back to me, kicks off her high-heeled shoes, and sashays out of her tight white trousers. A white lace thong appears.
I moan softly when I see the gusset dive enticingly between her round cheeks. "That white thong is so sexy, it stays on. You know I like that. Put your heels back on."
She bends over, presenting her round thong-clad bum and her long legs to me, as she puts her high-heeled shoes back on.
"Very well Sarah, you may now serve us dinner."
"Yes Sir. Please follow me." I walk behind her, enjoying the sway of her hips. She pulls up my chair and I take my seat at her dinner table, set for two. She then fetches the food from the kitchen, bending over as she puts it on the table, and presenting me her tits as she fills my wine glass.
She stands obediently to attention at my side, gaze downcast. She's certainly willing to play.
"Sit and eat with me, Sarah." She takes her place at the table. I decide to change the game again. I will now pretend this is a totally normal social situation, a man and a woman having dinner together. Even though one of them is practically naked, and the other one is fully clothed. "How was your day?"
She looks up in surprise. "Nerve wracking," she says, when she has mentally adjusted to the change in dynamic. It turns out she wore the classy business outfit this morning because she was on her way to one of the biggest client pitches she's ever had. "But I just couldn't concentrate during preparations yesterday. Or today. All I could think about is what we did the other night. And what would happen tonight..."
"Yes, I can relate to that. Ever since I saw you this morning... I tell a lie. Ever since you left me sleeping alone, all I wanted was to see you again and continue exploring this with you."
"Me too, but... It's scary as hell. But I also really want it. And this food. You're right, we should eat first." She laughs.
"Go ahead. Serve me the food now, Sarah." Effortlessly, I switch to dominant mode again. She stands up and bends slightly as she opens up the cartons of food and fills my plate with a choice selection. Then she fills hers, and sits down again.
I keep having her perform these simple gestures of submission all through the meal, ordering her to replenish my rice and sides, having her refill my glass, and feeding her choice morsels with my chopsticks. With every bite her tits jiggle alluringly.
When I am not giving her orders, I pretend we're having a meal like any other. The effect is insanely erotic in its unpredictability. It turns her on as well, as far as I can tell from her blush, the stiffness of her nipples, and the suggestion of a damp patch in the crotch of her white thong knickers.
While she serves me and we eat, she tells me more about her day. "I've never been any good at pitching. I overprepare and I get nervous and tense. But today, just before I had to start presenting, I thought of you and imagined what we were going to do tonight." She tells me how it aroused her, and it also made her laugh. "It probably sounds stupid, but I imagined you ordering me to take off my clothes there and then, and dance in front of everyone in that office. That confused me so much that all nervousness evaporated."
Consequently, she absolutely aced the presentation. I tell her I am delighted to have contributed to her success. I am in awe of this amazing woman who has the courage to tell me about her fears and inner struggles while sitting as good as naked across the table from me. "Thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me. It means a lot to me." And then I haughtily point out I'm out of shrimps.
When we're both sated, she rises to clear away the food. I stop her and point to a corner of the room.
