After a string of vanilla relationships had run their course, all with me suppressing my underlying submissive nature and cravings, I decided to place an ad on a fetish personals site. Not really sure how much information to share in the ad, I left things pretty vague, but noted I was a sub and looking to meet dominant women, preferably BBWs. While hoping it was enough to spark some interest, I began browsing thru the ads myself, even left a few messages. Then I waited.
A few days later, I got a message from Kira. Kira was a stunning BBW with dangerous curves that caused my cock to leap to attention from just reading her name. She asked for me to send her my number and expect a call Thursday night. Thursday night came and I was pacing my apartment for hours. She did not tell me what time, and I was on edge waiting. Finally, at 9:15, the phone rang.
After brief introductions, she began to probe my interests and experience. I had very little actual experience, but fantasies on overload, most of which seemed to please her. She told me to meet her the following evening at 7:30 PM at a little coffee shop that I'd passed by a million times, but had never actually been to. I agreed and we hung up til tomorrow.
All day at work Friday, my mind was elsewhere. I could not believe I was going to meet a dominant BBW in less than 1/2 a day. I got home and immediately washed up and got ready for our "date". I had no idea what to expect other than the fact that she wanted to meet me in person, and better gauge how well our interests matched up. Not wanting to be late, I got there a few minutes early, only to find that she was already sitting in a booth around back.
The coffee shop was set up in such a way that there were no tables right next to each other. Very spread out as well as having our booth around the corner toward the back. Were we sat, we were very secluded. The only foot traffic in our area was if the apparently lone employee needed to head to the stock room in the back. As I approached the table, she put her hand out, which I took to mean she wanted me to kiss her hand, so I did. She thought that was cute and laughed. We made small talk and then she decided it was time to see how serious I was about the interests I'd expressed during our phone call. Told me I was free to leave any time.
With that, the barista was walking out of the stock room and headed toward the front. Kira waved her down.
Barista: Yes. What can I do for you?
Kira: Can we get some napkins. My date has something on his face that needs to be wiped off.
In that moment, as I began to wonder, what was on my face and the barista turned to see what was on my face, Kira spit across the table into my face. Taken completely by surprise, both the barista and I were speechless. Kira looked over at me and asked, "Don't you need a napkin? Or are you ok?" I replied that I was fine and did not need a napkin. The barista shuffled away looking confused, yet amused.
"Good boy. How did that make you feel?"
"It was humiliating Mistress."
"Ohhhh! Mistress! Such a fast learner!"
"Yes. Mistress. Thank you Mistress."
With a very please look on her face, she leaned back in her seat and stretched her feet across under the table. One rest in my crotch, the other on the bench to my right.
