She would often catch my eye when I would visit my mother at work. Sometimes I would stop and chat with her on my way out. Her name was Ann. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, in fact she was often overlooked but I found her attractive. It was her eyes. It took a few conversations to put my finger on it but after I had it seemed so starkly obvious. Her eyes were such a contrast to everything else about her. She seemed so shy when I talked to her, always fumbling with something in her hands with that little smile that was the only expression for her giddiness. But her eyes, when you caught them they would hold you and suddenly you felt like the shy one.
During one of our conversations she asked, "Hey Morena do you maybe want to go grab some coffee, I get out of here in about 15 minutes."
I was not expecting this. I admit my googly eyes at her could have been more subtle but I didn't think she was a lesbian. I thought I was just having some fun with a straight girl. I started running through all the possible ramifications of dating someone from my mom's work when her eyes caught mine.
"Sure, I'll meet you out front in 15 then," I heard slip out of my mouth. How did that happen?
I walk out of the building and head to my car. Wait a minute, am I smiling? I'm moving like she is inside with a Morena remote control. By the time I reached my car I realized just how nervous I've become. I can't even figure out if this is a date. "It's probably just some friendly coffee girlface," I tell myself. I reach for my phone to call my office, I just stepped out for a luncheon with my mom and this would definitely take longer than that. I planned to be either getting some or living out my frustrations with my favorite toy. I had, after all, been fantasizing about this girl for months. I told them that I had something come up and wouldn't be returning, luckily I'm reliable enough at work that they don't think twice about it. I was relieved I didn't have a chance to go change, in work clothes it would be completely up to her whether this is just a friendly or if it's more. I looked good anyway. I smile to myself remember how I felt that morning looking in the mirror. The fitted purple blouse showed off my flat stomach and good sized boobs, the grey pants with purple pinstripes made my ass look FABULOUS and the black pumps added an inch or two to my legs and my already tall 5'8" frame. I unbuttoned a few buttons at the top of my blouse as I pulled my car up in front of the building to wait for her. I stepped out and went to lean near the passenger door so I can open it for her when he approached. Friendly coffee I tell myself.
Finally she walks out and as she nears the car I flash her a smile and open the door. She closes in and with her eyes on mine the whole time. When she's close enough to talk in a whisper she says "I'm driving. Get in." and walks to the drivers side. I start to protest but her authority and orders are such a turn on. Before I know it I get into my passenger seat without a sound.
She puts the car in gear and starts driving. I didn't know what to say and she was contempt with the silence. We pass one coffee shop. Hmm, maybe she doesn't like their coffee, I think to myself. We pass another, must be a picked coffee drinker. After the third one passed I roused myself to ask, "so what coffee place were you thinking about going to?"
After half a second she replied in a voice barely above a whisper, "Did I give you permission to speak, Morena?"
Now I'm thinking, Oh Dear God what did I get myself into. Then I had a moment right out of a cartoon. Two conflicted thoughts. Get out while you still can or stay awhile and have some fun. I envisioned the angel-devil on the shoulder thing and couldn't hold in a chuckle.
"I didn't give you permission to make noise either, you are due for some punishment," I hear from the seat next to me.
I feel a familiar twinge between my legs. I like where this is going.
We are silent for another few blocks until we reach an apartment complex. This must be where she lives. She parks and we get out and I follow her in silence. She ascends up three flights of stairs and opens the door to her apartment. We enter and I hear the click of the door as she locks us in. Funny, normally I would think the lock was to keep others out.
"Sit," I hear her say and immediately I plant my ass on the first sitting surface I see. She disappears in a room and I take this chance to look around her apartment. It looks pretty normal, like I would assume the Ann at work would like, but nothing like I would assume this domineering Ann would live. Hardwood floors throughout with some area rugs to cushion the lounge areas. Most of what I saw was furnished in earth tones with some splashes of red and different blues for accents.
I glanced back to the room where Ann entered and was surprised to see her standing there staring at me with those eyes. I immediately dropped my eyes to the floor. She had changed into something a little more, well, it was a stereotypical domme outfit. Stereotypical or not it was hot. I was confounded my how easily I fell into the submissive role since I've never participated in this type of relationship. Imagined yes, fantasized yes, but never participated. From my view of her as I looked at the floor I saw she was in a black leather teddy that pushed her breasts up and out. She had on black stockings that were held up by suspenders. She was panty-less and clean shaven. She wore knee high black leather boots.
"Get up and go change," she ordered me. When I hesitated she stepped to me and grasped my wrist and pulled me up, she was a lot stronger than I thought she'd be. "Do you want this?" she inquired.
"Yes," I breathed out still looking at the ground.
"Yes what?" she demanded and grabbed my jaw and jerked my head up to look at her.
"Yes Mistress I want this," I replied. And boy did I. I haven't been this hot and bothered in a long time and what an experience this promised to be.
"Then go change," she told me and pushed me toward the door she just came out of.
I went in and closed the door. It was her bedroom and on the dark comforter on the bed she had laid out the clothes she apparently wanted me to change into. Clothes, I laugh to myself, I'd hardly call them that. For all that was on the bed was a white thong, white stockings, white heels and a see-through white top that had long sleeves but only covered to mid stomach and was trimmed in a white fluff. I removed my clothes, checking my panties. Sure enough they were soaked through. That thong doesn't stand a chance. As I put on the top the mesh pulled at my nipple rings and I grin. Fully dressed I let my hair down as I prepare to step out of the room.
Walking back into the main room much has changed. She had drawn the shades in all the windows making it almost totally dark except the light coming through her balcony door. I remind myself not to talk or make any sounds as I walk out further looking for Ann. She was behind me, tricky woman.
"Go out on the balcony," she tells me, I look up at her about to protest and I feel the palm of her hand against my cheek. Simultaneously my cheek stings from the impact and my pussy contracts. Somehow I managed to stay silent through that and realized that I was going to protest in order to provoke a punishment. I never realized how much pain turned me on, I always encouraged nail digging, biting and spanking but damn. This was a whole new level and it both terrifies and excites me.
It took a few seconds to collect myself and I started to walk toward the door. If I was lucky nobody would be around to see me. Much to my dismay that was not the case. Ann probably scoped out the view before having me walk out here and if there was no one she wouldn't have bothered sending me out there at all. Across the alley one floor down was a group of guys having a barbeque on their balcony. I took a deep breath before venturing out in the open in my very revealing get-up and the boys immediately took notice. I heard them exclaiming for a few seconds before one called out "Hey honey, you looking for some action?"
From behind me I heard Ann tell me "Give them a show." I've never 'given a show' before but I have teased my lovers while they were in no situation to participate or control my actions. I figure it's about the same thing.