I couldn't restrain myself, "Dominate... You mean, like in dominance and submission. Isn't that somewhat kinky?" I had heard and read about the scene, but only had a cursory knowledge of its enigma.
"That is exactly what I mean. I also love bondage, which can be an integral part of D and s, but I wouldn't get into that for our first time," she laughed before adding, "at least not the discipline. I must fully control a relationship. I also like to turn my partners on by having them do things they wouldn't normally do on their own."
"Such as..."
"Oh, I can't reveal that," she said, "Knowing what might happen would spoil all the fun. Besides, you might decide that you only want to be a friend if I tell you everything, and then you would miss the best part. I certainly want more."
She stared deeply into my eyes and touched my lips again, using only her index finger this time. "Suck my finger, Kim." I felt a shudder pass through my body at the sound of her words. Hesitating for only a second, I accepted the digit into my mouth. As I twirled my tongue around it, she added, "Suck it like you would a nice hard cock." I closed my eyes and imagined that I was doing just that. When she extracted her finger from my mouth, I opened my eyes and watched her sensually slip it into her own mouth to suck on it. Finally, she said, "Did you find that sensual, dear?" Forcing myself to admit that I did, I nodded.
Her eyes seemed to gloss over as she said, "Kim, please say you'll give yourself to me tonight and agree to do whatever I ask. I promise to take you home with me where I will show you how two women can make love and introduce you to some things that I am positive you will discover that you enjoy. If you don't like the experience, at least you will know why. Who knows, though, maybe you'll have amazing sexual adventures in ways you never imagined."
Everything suddenly seemed to be on fast forward. I had to slow it down. "I don't know, Kelly. The idea simply goes against my very being. First of all, my family is very religious, and I was taught homosexuality is a sin. Even more important, I, too, am strong willed. I've always taken a leading role in everything I've done. We might clash in that department."
"You said you have friends who are lesbians, Kim. Do you really think they will go to Hell just because they love one another?"
"No. I don't."
"Just from the short time we've spent together tonight, my intuition tells me that you have another side to your personality. One you don't realize or understand. There is no doubt in my mind that you will enjoy turning control over to someone else. Consider this, Kim. While you are with me you will not need to make a single decision. I will make everyone for you. Come on. Just try it. You have nothing to lose. I promise not to hurt you."
Once again, we simply stared at one another. She waited patiently for my answer. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to agree to her proposition. Just listening to her explain the possibilities had turned me on. I was getting that feeling between my legs and realized my panties might be getting damp. The band was playing, but the silence between us was deafening. Kelly broke the stalemate, "Please say yes, Kim. I already said that I want you! I give you my word that I won't make you do a single thing you really won't want to do."
"Damn! One side of my brain says 'no,' Kelly. The other side and my body are throwing out conflicting 'yeses' and 'maybes'. I came here tonight to get something to eat, to possibly get drunk, and to be alone. I agree that if I go back to my room all I'll do is cry myself to sleep. I think you just pulled the rug from under my plans. I think I am just plain scared. Things are happening so fast my head is spinning. I feel as if I am stepping off a cliff into a large black chasm."
"You are stepping off a cliff, Kim, but not into a chasm and not alone. Let me suggest an analogy. If you wanted to try hang gliding, you would first train with an experienced instructor. That instructor literally jumps off the cliff with you. You learn how to fly while you are strapped together. When your lesson is over, you land together. If you enjoyed the flight, you do it again. If you don't, you walk away. The thing is you don't know if you will enjoy or hate the experience unless you take that first jump. Up until then, you only fear the unknown. If you jump with me, I promise that I'll be there to guide you and that I'll still be there in the morning. If you decide to walk away at any time, we can still be friends. Will you jump off that cliff with me?"
I knew I was on the rebound from a broken affair and wanted something different. Kelly's offer would fit that bill: doing something that I have been taught to be forbidden and even "sinful." This wonderful, intelligent, beautiful woman was offering me an opportunity to experience what to many women would always be a fantasy. Deep down I knew I wanted to give myself to her, if only for one night. As she indicated, if I didn't like it, I would never have to do it again. If I don't accept her proposal now, I probably will never permit myself to discover what it might be like. Maybe I was afraid that I might enjoy it more than I think I will. I finally realized that I had to accept her offer.
My reply was nonverbal because I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. I simply nodded assent. Kelly smiled, leaned forward, kissed me tenderly and pulled back. In that instant I felt as though a lightning bolt of electricity passed between our lips and surged through my body straight down to my clit. While she stared directly into my eyes, she raised her hand and lovingly ran her fingers over my neck. "Has anyone told you that you have a beautiful neck, Kim?" Again, unable to talk because of the sensuous nature of her touch, I shook my head. "It really is, you know; long and beautiful."
She opened her purse and removed a red leather collar with silver studs in the center along its length. "Do you know what this is, Kim?"
"Of course I do. It's a collar; obviously for a large dog."
"It could be for a dog, but not in this case. A collar is one of the symbols of the d/s relationship. The submissive often wears a collar as an indicator of her relationship to the dominant. Please hold it for me." I took the collar and held still as she put her two hands around my neck, forming a perfect circle. "Kim, your neck is perfect for wearing a collar; as if it were made for one." Another jolt of electricity surged down my spine. "Would you wear this collar for me tonight?"
I was able to force a course and raspy, "Why?" from my throat, even though I already knew the answer.
"You're stalling, Kim, but I want you to be comfortable. I've already explained a collar's purpose in a D/s relationship. And, as I just said, your neck is made for wearing one. I think it would look wonderful on you. It would be a symbol to us and to everyone here that you are agreeing to belong to me tonight. Staying with the analogy of hang gliding, wearing it could represent the harness that would bind us together for your first flight. Once I put it on, you cannot escape me. You have no control over where we are going. You must trust me to take you through the flight and guide you down to a safe landing. The most important reason is simply because I am asking you to wear it for me."
That little jolt of electricity hit my clit again, this time without the accompanying kiss. Yet, somehow, I just could not yield completely.
"But the harness is a form of bondage you said no bondage or discipline the first time." I was now teasing her, and she knew it.
"I did indicate that, but then I qualified my statement by saying 'at least not the discipline part,' because I knew I wanted you to wear my collar. Remember, though, I also just promised I wouldn't do anything you don't really want, and I mean that. Even if you don't want to wear my collar, I'm still willing to take you home to make love to you or just to comfort you, whatever you want, but I must warn you that my ultimate desire is for much more than just making love."
As if in a trance, I felt enraptured just being in the presence of this woman. I knew I wanted her and would accept nearly anything she wanted. "OK," I said. "I will wear your collar."
"Then you have to ask me for it."
I swallowed hard before saying, "Kelly, would you please let me wear your collar?"
She leaned forward and buckled the collar around my neck. I happened to glance towards the bar and saw that Allyson was watching us intently. She smiled and raised her thumb in a gesture of approval. I was suddenly embarrassed and started to second-guess my decision. What was I getting myself into? Doubt about my decision surged when Kelly removed a padlock from her purse, slipped it through a ring at the front of the collar and snapped it shut. A violent shudder went through my body at the sound of the lock closing. I realized she was serious when she said I would not be able to remove the collar by myself.
