We had been sent to Atlanta for a trade show. Angel had only been with the company for a few months, but was along with me because of her computer expertise. She is a strikingly good looking woman, who is just about 5'6' tall. Her eyes are deep green and hair is brunette.
Since neither of us knew anyone in town, we had agreed to meet for supper (on the expense account) in the hotel restaurant at 7pm.
It was an enjoyable dinner and I realized, when we were ordering after-dinner drinks, that I had been talking most of the evening. Reflecting on that fact, I recognized that Angel had been encouraging me by asking thought provoking questions.
It occurred to me that I knew very little about her, but I had shared a number of very private things with her. At that point we were discussing the dating scene and I attempted to turn the tables by asking her what she looked for in a man.
"Attentiveness and a willing soul," she replied without hesitation.
"What about you? Tell me about your ideal Woman"
"What I would really like is a woman who knows what she wants and expresses herself directly. So many women seem wishy-washy and unable to clearly state their needs," I answered.
She smiled slightly. "Are you really sure that's what you want? Sometimes we say things to make a point, but it's not truly how we feel."
Yes, you're right. But I sell for a living and have to be assertive and in control all day long. Sometimes I would like to be able to kick back and not have to decide everything. I believe I would like a sheltering relationship. You know, to be with someone who will be responsible... make choices... take charge of our home life.
I've never really verbalized this before, but it seems really clear talking to you, I finished.
Angel smiled a little brighter and motioned for the waiter. He arrived promptly and she said, "Charge the meal to my room. We will be leaving now."
Then to me, "I'm going to give you an opportunity to explore your feelings about this right now. Come with me." She rose from her seat and left the restaurant without looking back. I had to hustle to keep up with her.
Waiting for the elevator, she seemed preoccupied and we did not speak. Arriving at our floor, she walked directly to her door and turning to me said,
"Come along."
I followed behind in to her room. She walked to the center and turned to me.
"I will allow you what you seek, but I demand your total devotion. If I do not get it, you will be dismissed. Can you make that commitment?"
I was entranced by her manner, but was unsure what she was asking me... what I seek... explore my feelings... total devotion... commitment... dismissed?
"Take your time. I can see you are unsure. When you respond, I want certainty,"she instructed.
Her voice caused me to raise my sight to her gaze. She was staring directly into my eyes and her scrutiny was penetrating. She seemed so confident, so assured. I wanted her approval. I felt a need to please her.
"Yes I will," I finally responded.
She smiled rather broadly and then said evenly,
"Very well. When we are alone together you will address me as Mistress. I do not wish to repeat myself and therefore you will listen attentively and obey my every command without hesitation.
You will remember at all times that you agreed to this relationship and failure to abide by my terms will result in immediate termination. Do you understand?"
I was somewhat uncomfortable with the finality of her terms, but was extremely intrigued with the concept. With this in mind I responded,
"Yes Angel, Uh... Mistress."
"Excellent. Remove all of your clothing and put it on that chair," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, like a nurse at the doctor's office. She then pulled out another chair and sat, facing me, with her arms folded.
I hesitated only momentarily, thinking that this was some kind of test. I kicked off my loafers and unbuckled my belt and slacks. I stepped out of my pants and then removed my sports coat, tie and shirt. I bent down and pulled off my socks and standing up straight, looked at her.
She met my gaze, but did not speak. Stripping in front of her was exciting and I felt my cock stirring. I inserted my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and slowly eased them down.
When I stepped out of them, my cock had risen to about half-mast.
"Well what's next?," I asked nervously.
Angel made a circular motion with her index finger and I turned slowly. When my back was to her, she bade me, "Stop. Now bend over at the waist." I complied, while considering that she was looking at my ass.
