(based on a true story)
There was something very captivating about this woman. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was. Barbara was cute, in my opinion, and had lovely short black hair. That was the first thing I noticed -- that, and her smile. She was dressed professionally for her job here as a bank teller, so her clothes downplayed the size and shape of her breasts. And when I got close to her, I inhaled something -- it might have been a very subtle perfume, but maybe I was sensing a pheromone. Whatever it was, the totality of this woman mesmerized me, and I smiled back, trying to slow my heart from its sudden acceleration. As I completed my transaction, I noted that her demeanor was as pleasant as her smile.
I decided that I'd go to her whenever I had banking to do. And gee, I seemed to have a lot of banking to do now -- even if it was just turning in coins, or changing the denominations of bills, as well as depositing checks and cashing them. She seemed to smile a little wider when she saw me, which thrilled me. I'd stand there, a little lost in the dark pools of her eyes. And each time she said my name, Samantha, I love the way her lips moved as she spoke.
After a while I began wearing my Eternity collar in public, and even left my top blouse button open, so it was more visible. I suppose I should explain. Very aware of my submissive nature, I'd saved up and bought this collar, even though I didn't know any Dominants. I just liked the simple, classic look of this smooth metal circlet around my neck. Especially since once I put it on with its special tiny tool, I'd be unable to remove it without that tool, which I kept at home in a drawer. So when I was in public, I'd be helpless to remove it. That thought excited me. If it does not excite you, I guess I can understand, if you don't have submissive tendencies.
So, on my visits to the bank, I was of course wearing my collar visibly. I became aware of Barbara not only noticing it, but also looking at it often as we talked. If there was no line behind me we could take a little time to chat about this and that -- like what movies we'd seen, or what TV shows we liked. Simple, innocuous chatting between friends.
Finally, one day she said, "Samantha, I really like your necklace. It looks quite lovely on you." I imagine I blushed a little as I thanked her. After several more visits, she asked, "Samantha, is that collar an Eternity collar?"
I was shocked at her question. Because it became obvious to me that she knew what it was. I answered, perhaps stammering a little, perhaps blushing a little, "Uhhh yes, Barbara, it is. I picked it out for myself because of the way it looked." This opportunity seemed to be too good to pass up. Before I could talk my way out of it, I asked "Ummm.. can we talk somewhere away from your workplace, Barbara? Maybe over coffee?"
"Oh... I'd like that. How about tomorrow? I have the day off, so we could meet at that nice little coffee shop down the street." We agreed on a time, and I was so elated that I'm not sure my feet touched the ground as I went out the door.
Nervous, I was already there early, waiting and watching for her to come. "What if she changed her mind, and decided not to come at all?" I thought. My heart climbed into my throat with relief and joy when she walked in the door. As she crossed the floor, I realized that she was smaller than I'd thought -- perhaps those bank tellers sat on stools. But I didn't care about her height -- I was just happy to be with her. As friends, but a little shyly, we greeted one another and ordered our drinks.
As we sipped our coffees, we talked about the collar, since that was the topic that had triggered this meeting. But we were also playing word games, with little hints in them. Consciously or not, she was dropping certain words into the conversation. For instance, she said, "That collar was bound to attract attention."
I noticed her use of the word 'bound' and replied, "Hmmm... you're bound to be right," and smiled. Other words that were slipped into our chat were things like 'tied', 'collared', 'binding' and 'restrained'. After dropping enough hints, and hearing my responses, she asked more directly, "OK, Samantha, I've seen you wearing that Eternity collar for some time. Some people may consider it merely to be jewelry, but we both know it's also a fetish item. So why do you personally wear one?"
"Gosh! How can I explain? She really wants to know. And I may not get this opportunity again," I thought. Speaking quietly so we'd not be overheard, I looked into her eyes and began to explain. "Barbara, ever since I was young, I realized that I'm submissive by nature. I didn't have a label for it until I was sort of in high school. I saw hints of it on TV and old movies. So I became aware of the concept of submission and where it might lead." Barbara nodded, but didn't interrupt. Even though this was embarrassing to admit, I wanted to be very honest with her. "In high school, I got interested in sex, and tried giving hand jobs and blow jobs -- I'm not sure where I got those ideas, but I made the guys cum, and even tasted it. It was OK."
Barbara asked quietly, "Did you also experiment with girls?"
A tiny giggle bubbled up in my throat. "Well, yes, mostly a little kissing and feeling up. I didn't actually have full on sex with boys, but a girl went down on me, and that felt so marvelous that I went down on her too. I learned I prefer girls -- they seemed more sensuous -- not that I knew that word back then." I went silent for a moment. I didn't want to scare Barbara off, thinking I was some freak or pervert. But I also wanted to be honest. I decided to tell her. "One girl I played with in high school tied my hands, and that felt magical to me. I think that's when I became more aware of it in movies. I also started to use ropes and tie myself up whenever I could. I used to pretend someone had done this to make me helpless. Using my imagination, I found it to be exciting."
It was her turn to look into my eyes as she spoke. "Samantha, when we first met, I was new to this area, and truth be told, I was rather lonely. Then I noticed you, a beautiful woman, being all nice and friendly, and more importantly, seeming to try to come to the bank more often than necessary to make certain I was your teller." Her words made me blush, since I'd been so blatant, and she'd picked up on that.
"But what really gave me hope was seeing you wearing that collar," she continued. "I recognized what it was, because of my background. But I could think of three possibilities. One, that you wore it because you were seeking a Dominant, or two, that you were already collared by a Dominant, or three, that you wear it simply because you liked how it looked, which is what you actually said to me. That caused my heart to sink a little. But then you asked if we could meet for coffee and talk. That seemed more hopeful, because if you'd already been collared by a Dominant, you'd probably not have been so bold."
She took a sip of coffee, letting that sink in. "I was still not sure, so I used some innocent looking word games to see how you'd respond, Samantha. And I was very encouraged by your responses. When talking to someone I don't know very well, it's not easy for me to blurt out, 'Are you a kinky submissive?' Especially if I like that person -- a lot!"
I felt my toes tingle when she told me that she liked me a lot! If we hadn't been in this public coffee shop, I might've knelt down in front of her and embraced her legs in gratitude. She continued, "I myself know that I'm a Dominant, and I've acted on it in the past. But my job required me to move here, and, being new here, I really wanted to make friends with people that have my same interest in D/s relationships. So I'm very happy to get to know you better. Would you like to come to my home this weekend, where we'll have more privacy to discuss this further?"
Hearing that invitation, my heart and breathing stopped for a moment. Nothing could have made me happier. She gave me the address, which I wrote down carefully, and some idea how to get there. And we agreed on a time. As we left the table and walked toward the door, she put her arm around my shoulders as if guiding me. Her touch felt warm and comforting, even though it was very brief. I could hardly wait for the weekend to arrive!
The days dragged by. I was having a difficult time concentrating on things, apprehensive about visiting Barbara. But she'd clearly said she liked me, and revealed that she's a lonely Dominant, so I could only hope for the best. In a way it was like waiting for Christmas morning to arrive, which in my childhood seemed to take forever.
The weekend finally came. I arrived at her house, a single two story home. I was there as close as I could be to the time we'd agreed upon. Barbara must've been waiting for me, because as I approached the front door to knock or ring the doorbell, she opened the door. I started to say 'hello' but she pulled me close to her and kissed me hard on my mouth! I melted in her embrace from the passion of that kiss. I loved the feel of the front of my body pressed firmly against hers. She must've enjoyed my reaction, smiled as our kiss stopped, and led me by my hand to sit on her sofa. She sat close to me, our thighs touching. I was in seventh heaven.
"Now, Samantha... it's just the two of us here, and unlike the coffee shop, we don't have to worry about being overheard. You were telling me about yourself -- the handjobs, the blowjobs, the experimenting with girls and finding you preferred them. You told me a little about tying yourself up with ropes and fantasizing. Is there more you want to share with me?"
After that kiss, and hearing how straightforwardly she recapped what I'd told her, with no hint of disapproval, I felt I could talk to her and tell her about my interests in bondage. "Yes, Barbara, there's more. I started playing around with self-bondage games. Many of them used the technique of freezing the key in a block of ice and handcuffing myself. I wouldn't be able to free myself until that ice melted. I'd inherited from my Aunt a rather secluded house with a large yard. So I could also be naked outside in good weather during some of these sessions."
"What did you do outside?" she asked.
"Sometimes handcuff my wrists behind my back -- I'd learned by then how to unlock them by feel. And then walk along the outer perimeter of my house acting as a prisoner being led somewhere by my captors, wondering what unspeakable things they planned to do to me. Those fantasies got me very wet. Once I ran a wire along the ground from my porch to a tree and hooked my collar to it. The key was by the tree so I had to creep and shuffle along with my nose practically in the grass and my naked butt up in the air."
Barbara laughed at that mental image.
