Ingrids Dark Secret Passion Ch 02

Sabine Wachtmeister was intrigued by Ingrid's laconic response to her inquiry for an explanation of her unusual display of ultimate happiness. During their eight months of cohabitation, Ingrid had not truly given any indication that she actually enjoyed sex. Sabine obviously knew for a fact that Ingrid was not a virgin. She was personally privy to the audible sexual sounds emanating from Ingrid's bedroom during the occasional trysts Ingrid did indulge, whereby she entertained a man in her bedroom. Still after each such occasion when queried by her for a description, Ingrid always described the sex in a manner as something she endured as opposed to enjoyed. On one occasion Ingrid admitted to even asking of her partner in mid coitus if he was finished, clearly indicating that she was getting bored with the exercise.

As a result, now to perceive that Ingrid might really enjoy sex after all was a welcome discovery for Sabine. She was uncomfortable with the very idea that a person could be sexless, feeling no emotion whatsoever while engaging in sexual intercourse. Unbelievably, such ennui towards sex seemed to be part and parcel of Ingrid's character. In mitigation, as Sabine had attended some of Ingrid's performance concerts at MDW, and being attuned to the beauty of classical music, she was easily able to discern Ingrid's musical genius. Given those facts it was understandable to Sabine that enjoying sex would be a low priority for Ingrid in her everyday concerns, and for that reason Sabine did not hold Ingrid in contempt for what she viewed as our heroine's characteristic flaw.

However, as she pressed Ingrid for details, and upon hearing the actions of Ingrid in the DC tower elevator, Sabine's appraisal of Ingrid's sexual nature did a one eighty. She was absolutely startled by Ingrid's behavior. Now Sabine considered herself as a party girl as wild as they come. Her attitude was that while in her twenties and single, she should take advantage of following a profligate lifestyle before she would need to consider settling down into matrimony with her knight in shining armor. But before such expected knight would make his appearance in her life, she was game for wild sex and thought of herself as a modern woman without any sexual hang-ups when dealing with the opposite sex.

Despite such a libertine attitude, Sabine knew she would never have contemplated acting like Ingrid did in the elevator. Nor did she believe any of her more wilder girl friends would have countenanced it either. It was simply beyond the pale of imagination of even the most exotic bizarre sexual behavior. So as soon as Ingrid was finished with her account, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Ingrid you're a true sexpot! What were you thinking?"

"I don't think I was thinking of anything. I was acting under a powerful overwhelming compulsion. As soon as I became aware of his presence in the café, I knew with absolute certainty that I wanted him to fuck me. And so, I did everything I could think of to convey this message."

Now Sabine was totally incredulous, and replied, "You got to be kidding me! How the hell could you possibly know you want to fuck him when you don't know anything about him? I mean you know absolutely nothing about him. You know as my roommate I'm not shy in fucking men whom I've just met at a party. But even so, before I agree to fuck them, I've at least made sure that they're not obnoxious or otherwise distasteful. You can't even say that about your man since he hasn't even spoken a word to you."

"Yes, its true I can't explain my infatuation. All I can say is that fucking him is an imperative for me. I know that the sex will be out of this world. I know I need to experience the sex he would be able to offer. I believe I need to engage in sex with him just as much as I need food and water to exist. I don't need to know anything about him as I'm not going to marry him. Why he seems to be older than my father! And because I'm only going to live in Vienna only one year longer before I return to the States, I'm not going to engage in a long term exclusive affair with him either. Hell, he's probably married with kids older than me and I sure as hell do not want to upset such domestic bliss."

Sabine scoffed at that last sentiment as she believed it was truly disingenuous on Ingrid's part. So, she just asked, "But Ingrid again I repeat you know nothing about him. What if he is evil? Can you really tolerate fucking a horrible terrible person?"

"Even if he is worse than Hitler, such odious character won't detract from the quality of sex that I anticipate. I don't want to know him. I only want to know him Biblically."

"But what if he is into some really weird sex? I mean are you prepared for BDSM or weird fetishes if he's into that shit?"

"I would not be surprised if he would really be into that shit. You have to admit his reaction to my flashing of my tits is not how a "normal" * (*Ingrid did an air quote) man would comport himself. As to BDSM and fetishes I've had so few sexual experiences, that I can't yet determine my likes or dislikes in such sexual activity. All I can say is that I don't expect he would kill me in sex, either accidentally or definitely not deliberately. Since my desire to have sex with him is paramount, I'm confident in expecting that there would be nothing he would do to me that I would find truly abhorrent even should I particularly not like it."

Sabine then replied, "You should be aware that some of BDSM activities involve in effecting humiliation to the women participating. Lots of men seem to get off on insulting the women they are fucking solely based on the woman's easy acquiescence in participating in tawdry sex. I've had more than my share of men verbally scorn me for agreeing to sex so quickly even though they seem to enjoy fucking me. In BDSM such humiliation factor is undoubtedly exasperated. A "normal" * (*air quote by Sabine) person cannot comprehend BDSM since to accede to humiliation would be an anathema to "normal" *(*air quote) feelings and outlook. Do you think you can really tolerate where a man humiliates you in sex?"

Ingrid paused for some time gathering her thoughts. Finally, she answered, "I imagine "normal" * (*air quote) persons would find my flashing of my boobs as an act of humiliation. As I said, I did not intellectually think out what I did, as I was in a trance acting on my raw sexual desires. I can discern the impropriety of my actions, such that I'll unlikely share this story with too many people. It will be my secret passion. Obviously, I'll not tell my parents nor do I suspect I'll tell it to most of my subsequent lovers. However, I'm not ashamed of my actions as anything done sexually between consenting adults is deemed acceptable by our society. Thus, if he wants to tie me up, and or spank me I'm OK with it as I've already signaled consent by my actions in the elevator. For that matter if he wants me to tie him up and spank him, I'm sure I can comply with that as well.

"Should he think ill of me, as a result of my acquiescence to sexual activities that others and even he would consider humiliating, than that would be no matter mind to me. I am still recognized as an accomplished musician, and I expect to have an exciting future career notwithstanding any sex I might in indulge in with the man of the DC Tower elevator.

"During my first year at Ohio State, I befriended a fellow female music student who was into BDSM and explained some of the aspects. The humiliation factor may be off putting to some but in role playing in BDSM the submissive gives up her whole body and soul to her dominant. Such submission has a liberating affect that can be uplifting and bring sexual satisfaction to a higher level. So, if he is into BDSM and humiliation I'm willing to try it."

"You really think you will get to fuck him?"

"Certainly, I'm going to fuck him. Actually, I thought he was going to fuck me right then and there in the elevator when he pressed the stop button. I sure would not have offered any resistance. But he handed his cell phone to me instead, so I guess he had no time to dally at that moment. Anyway, he has my phone number."

"You really think he will call then?"

"I'm as certain that he'll call as I'm certain that the sun will rise from the east tomorrow morning. In fact, I'm willing to bet that his call will precede the said sunrise."

Ingrid proved to be correct on both counts. The sun did indeed rise from the east the next morning, and the man did call that evening prior to the sunrise. The call was rather terse, and transpired as follows:

"Hello Ingrid?"

"This is she."

"I take it that you're the girl in the DC Tower elevator who displayed your magnificent assets to me this afternoon."

"That would be me as I'm sure you would not have gathered another female's contact number in a similar manner."

"Exactly! So would you please meet in the lobby of the Palais Hansen Kempinski at 01:30 this Friday afternoon. You do know where that hotel is located?"

"Sure do."

"As I did not get a really good look at your face today would you please wear the same dress that you wore today, so I can be sure to recognize you."

Ingrid chuckled as she coyly answered, "I imagine that at the lobby of the hotel it would be impractical for me to display as I did in the elevator that of me which would make it certain for you to recall me. Good thing you remembered the dress I was wearing! But you do not need worry unduly as I know I'll be able to recognize you."

"Just so! Be prepared to be away from your friends and acquaintances until 05:00 o'clock that afternoon."

"OK"

"Please don't be late as I'm on a very tight schedule that day."

"I'll be there."

As the call came in while Sabine and Ingrid were sharing a pasta dinner in their flat's kitchen, Ingrid remarked at the end of the call, "See Sabine, I told you he would call and I'm going to fuck him this Friday afternoon. Oops I mean to say he's asked me to meet him at the Palais Hansen Kempinski, but I'm pretty sure that means I'm going to fuck him."

"Aren't you apprehensive at all? Surely you must have some second thoughts about a date with a man you know nothing about?"

Ingrid carelessly replied, "Judging from our telephone conversation, I got the impression that he has a good sense of humor so I'm sure we'll get along swimmingly."

"From what I've overheard from your side of the conversation, it seems like that you still don't even know his name."

"A minor detail. I'm sure he has one and will eventually reveal it to me."

"What if he gives you a false name?"

"If he does that then it will be a no never mind to me. Yes I expect, or I'm hoping we are going to have a hot affair, but I don't expect it to last once I return to the States. Mind you, assuming I do go on to pursue a concert career that would see me traveling worldwide, it would be comforting to know that I have a fuck buddy whenever I happen to find myself in Vienna again."

Sabine just rolled her eyes at such a declaration. She simply said, "Well I wish you good fortune and have a good time without any regrets."

Ingrid cleared her schedule for that Friday afternoon and arrived at the lobby of the luxurious hotel at the designated time. The lobby was not unduly crowded so Ingrid had no problem in spotting the man. She greeted him, "Hi, I'm Ingrid! I believe we have an arranged appointment. I'm pleased to see you again."

"Quite so! I've already engaged a room here for our ...er meeting. So, we can go there right away. I trust you've eaten and are not hungry."

"In agreeing to meet you, I did not expect this to be a luncheon date."

The man raised his eyebrows as he was somewhat taken aback by Ingrid's insouciance and self-assuredness. He had never encountered a female as brazen as she upon first acquaintance. He was further astonished at Ingrid's antics after they entered the room. Ingrid went in first followed by him, and as soon as he had closed the door Ingrid was already start naked! She had kicked off her sandals with her first two steps into the room. Having unbuttoned her dress's front buttons, during the journey to the room, she was able to shuck it off her body seemingly under the speed of light. As the dress and sandals were her only attire, she was totally naked before he had taken two steps into the room. He gasped, "My God! You're not a devoted nudist, are you?"

"No, I'm not. But I anticipated that our "meeting" * (*air quote) will require me to be naked. Since you indicated to me that our meeting will not last beyond 5 o'clock, I thought it prudent to use my time as efficiently as possible to take full advantage of the pleasure of our meeting."

"So, it's pleasure you seek, and by pleasure no doubt you mean sexual pleasure. But I must inform you that the utmost pleasure I derive from sex is BDSM play. So, would you be familiar with that term?"

"I believe the term means bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadomasochism. I have an inkling of what that all entails."

"Are you then disappointed? Did you expect something more orthodox in sexual pleasure when you agreed to meet me?"

"When I first set eyes on you, I sensed that you were not a man to be satisfied with mere vanilla sex. I believe that notion was the initial overwhelming attraction I felt towards you."

"So, you're not afraid? Do you think you will be able to tolerate pain as I intend to punish you? Do you think you may even feel some pleasure to counteract the pain I administer?"

"Well, I guess we'll find out if I can tolerate pain, or how much pain I can tolerate. May I inquire why I would be punished? I understand a rationale for administering pain is imperative if the submissive one is to derive any pleasure."

"You certainly have been a naughty girl when you undressed yourself in a public place. That alone deserves a spanking."

"Yes, master that indeed does deserve a spanking. I've been a bad girl."

The man was pleased that Ingrid had adopted the role-playing dialogue incidental to successful BDSM play immediately without any prompting on his part. He continued, "But that is not all of your sins. You came here today not wearing any underwear. You know that not wearing underwear is very bad."

"Yes master. I can see that I've been a very bad girl."

"Before we go on, you should know that I will stop your punishment, immediately upon you uttering your safe word. What then is your safe word?"

Without any hesitation Ingrid replied, "Mozart!"

The man was startled by Ingrid's unusual answer. So, he replied, "I guess since we are in Vienna you automatically thought of Mozart since after all Vienna is the home of Mozart as well as Beethoven. However, you should be aware that the most commonly used safe words in BDSM are red and yellow. Red meaning that play must stop immediately, and yellow means that the activity needs to slow down. Green is sometimes used to indicate that the particular activity is desired and should continue."

"Oh! OK then! I still want 'Mozart' to be my stop word. Instead of yellow then I will say 'Largo' to ask you to tamp down your activity, and I will say 'Larghissimo' to demand you really slow down. Instead of green I will say 'Moderato' to indicate I like your activity please continue, and 'Allegretto' to suggest I really like it, and you can go to town with it. Actually, I think I will use these terms even if or when we are engaged in vanilla sex as well."

The man rolled his eyes, amazed at Ingrid's cheek and her nonchalant attitude towards BDSM. Considering she was obviously a very young woman; he could not fathom that she might be so experienced in BDSM to be so cavalier about the important consent negotiation necessary to affect an optimum outcome in subsequent BDSM play. He had to ask, "What do you mean when you say, 'you can go to town with it'. I've never heard anyone say that before?"

"Where I come from it is meant as a synonym for, 'you can fuck the shit out of me'."

The man burst out laughing. It dawned on him that Ingrid was something truly special that he would treasure, even though she was clearly too young for him to consider as a permanent mistress. He had been simultaneously undressing so by this time he was as naked as she. He reached into his previously deposited equipment bag in the room and retrieved a sturdy PU (polyurethane) leather rounded eight-hole paddle. He slapped the paddle against his thigh and the sound of the stroke was ominously frightful.

Ingrid flinched at hearing the smacking sound made by the punishing paddle. Although outwardly her demeanor exuded supreme confidence and even eagerness to experience the expected forthcoming sadistic practice of BDSM play, still inwardly she was apprehensive and entertaining second thoughts. What helped was remembering the exact words of Matilda Barty, the OSU coed submissive, when she described to Ingrid her euphoria which she experienced in her submission to accepting pain in BDSM role playing.

She had explained to Ingrid, 'Naturally the level of pain one can endure is an individual trait which should be understood and negotiated with your dominant. Thus, so long as your dominant does not exceed the level of your tolerance for pain, his administration of pain is the complete opposite to the action that some brutal men who truly physically assault their wives, girlfriends etc. in anger. The latter of course is a criminal activity.

'Instead, when your dominant spanks or whips you, remember it is done as an act of love with the presumption that he has a nurturing admiring regard for you. In accepting the pain, you are showing that you are willing to hand over your will to him, your total essence in other words. Such surrender of your soul is as erotic as it gets. The pain you may initially perceive is soon disregarded in favor of the bliss and pleasure you experience in its stead. The subsequent orgasm I can truly say cannot be topped by straight forward sex. At least that's been my experience.'

With these words in mind, Ingrid relaxed and regained her composure which was momentarily lost upon hearing the slap of the paddle. She was happy that she had selected several safe words which she believed would allow her to better endure the spanking even if the same became too intense and allow her to monitor the activity towards tolerance. She was resolved not to utter the ultimate safe word in any case. Sensing Ingrid's hesitation, the man said, "Are you sure then that you are ready for this. We can stop right now."

"Oh no I'm OK with that paddle. I'm no wuss. Besides, I believe I signed up for this when I agreed to meet you."

"You expected to be spanked?"

"As I said I did not expect this meeting to be of the merely vanilla sex variety."

"Are you then experienced in BDSM play?"

"No this is my first experience. I did have a friend who was experienced and explained the mechanics of BDSM to me. As I'm not overly experienced in sex I'm willing to experiment. I'm excited already."

Not overly dismayed by Ingrid's confession of her lack of experience, the man said, "I actually have a regular orthodox sex life with my wife who is not into BDSM but is aware of my proclivity. So, we have an understanding that every now and then I will indulge in my special interest. When I'm engaged in BDSM play I sure do love spanking my partner. I love listening to her gasp and moan and sometimes shout. I love the way it turns her ass bright red. Best of all I know that my partner's reaction is genuine; no faked orgasms occur in BDSM play."

Ingrid was strangely comforted by his words as it reinforced her initial belief that she just might enjoy pain from the spanking. So, she replied in a low sultry voice, "Oh I think I'd like to display a rosy red ass. Matilda said that there's a heavenly warm feeling flowing throughout the body from one's spanked bottom."