Sandra sat at her desk and read the email over again. "My dear Sandra, I had such a good time with you last night that I wanted to send you a little thank you note. Your company was wonderful, and well, after, well, I have to say that I have never been with such a kinky, and generous woman before. You are truly amazing....... Leanne."
"Now that is an interesting call back," Sandra's boss Amanda suddenly said as she leaned over Sandra's shoulder to hand her a cup of coffee.
Sandra blushed, and hard. Though she had never made it any secret that she was a lesbian, she had never revealed any of her kinky nature, and she felt embarrassed and completely exposed to her boss. "This is not a good start to my day," she thought and hung her head.
Amanda noticed her shame and quickly bent down and held her gently. "It's ok. Nothing to be ashamed of my dear. Please forgive me for embarrassing you like that. I have my own story, and if you want to go out for a quiet drink with me after work today, I'll tell you about it. Ok?"
"Alright Amanda, thank you," Sandra said, with a smile returning to her face, and a sense of wonder that her boss was more than she appeared.
The day dragged despite the fact that it was Friday. Sandra wasn't sure if it was because she was eager to learn more of her boss, who, by the way, had been the subject of many fantasies, or if she dreaded it. Amanda was very pretty and had a presence that could never be ignored. Sandra had always found her attention focused on her boss, no matter how many people were in a room. Not that they often had meetings. It was a very small business. Her boss ran it, and she assisted. Except when they needed tech help from the IT firm they used, or marketing advice, it was just the two of them. Which was most of the time. Which may be why Sandra fantasised about her boss so much. In a work situation that was so private, she had all kinds of fun imagining what fun they could get up to if things were different.
And so the day dragged on. But eventually, as all things must, the day came to an end. Amanda came out of her office with a sweater over one arm and indicated that Sandra should join her. "We're done for the day my dear, and I for one, am looking forward to a drink."
"Me too Amanda, the day has just dragged and dragged on," and she laughed.
"Oh really? Did you have something on your mind?" Amanda said with a straight face and then winked.
Sandra laughed, and decided to be completely honest. "Yes as a matter of fact I did have something on my mind. I have never thought you were the least bit into what I am. But the fact that we are going out for a drink after you read that email this morning.... Well, it sure was fun to speculate."
Amanda laughed. "Touché," She laughed.
They arrived at Amanda's car and she walked around and opened the door for Sandra and Sandra could see her boss' eyes on her legs as she got in. Sandra blushed and felt that Amanda was being gallant. Then Amanda closed the door behind her and was soon seated in the driver's seat. "So, care to share your speculations my dear?" Amanda asked as she pulled the car onto the street.
"Well, I don't know if it would really be appropriate Amanda. It's not like we are intimate or anything, and to be honest, some of my speculations were rather uhm, racy."
Amanda laughed gently. "That is quite alright my dear. We are not at work, and now that I have been warned, anything I get that I don't approve of, is my own problem and not yours. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough Amanda, then I will what is the British expression? Jump head first into the breach?" Sandra laughed and Amanda joined in.
"Well, being lesbian, I have often found myself wondering what you would be like to love. And being a submissive, I have often wondered if the sense of presence you always seem to carry with you, no matter how many others are around us, would carry over into a D/s kind of relationship."
"And today's speculations?"
"Well as should be fairly obvious Amanda, my curiosity has been running wild. I got the shock of my life when you saw that email from Leanne this morning, and then another right on it's heels that you were not only accepting of that kind of love, but that you might partake of it in some manner yourself."
"Oooo good and safe answer my dear," Amanda laughed.
"Sorry Amanda, I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this and don't want to offend."
"Of course my dear girl. I completely understand," Amanda replied as she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant/pub. "One moment my dear," She said, and got out and went around the car to open Sandra's door. "Very gallant Amanda, thank you."
"My pleasure my dear girl, and it is only proper."
Sandra's curiosity bloomed. This was typical behaviour of a Dominant used to the niceties of control and protocol. Sandra had never quite gotten that far into the lifestyle as to be collared to such a one, but she had met a few.
"Here's the rule my dear girl," Amanda said as they walked together into the restaurant. "I am buying, I will order, and you will eat and drink whatever I order for you."
Sandra's tummy fluttered and her pussy tingled and she blushed and replied, "Yes Ma'am."
"Ooo, that makes me feel old," Amanda laughed.
"I apologise, that was not my intent."
"I know my dear. I am not offended, but I would really rather an honourific that doesn't make me feel old," and she laughed again.
"What honourific would you prefer?" Sandra asked.
"Do you think I'm too old for a 'Miss' my dear?"
"No Miss. Twenty-six isn't old. Would you like just Miss, or Miss Amanda?"
"Well, I like a little bit of formality from submissives that aren't mine my dear, so Miss Amanda please. At least when there is no one else to hear."
"As you wish Miss Amanda."
"You're such a good girl."
Sandra blushed.
Sandra quickly stepped ahead to open the door and Amanda nodded and smiled to her as she stepped through. Sandra quickly followed and found herself in a quiet little place, with a muted atmosphere of warm colours and quiet music. The walls seemed to be padded with some kind of soft material, and she figured that conversations would be hard to overhear. A perfect place for a tryst.
"You have excellent taste in atmospheres Miss Amanda," Sandra said quietly as her boss led her to a sheltered booth in the corner.
The booth had high backs to the seats and the table was covered in a long deep red cloth that reached almost all the way to the floor.
"Thank you, this place also has great food," she smiled.
Sandra remained standing until Amanda was properly seated on her side of the table, and then she demurely sat.
"You have excellent manners my dear," Amanda complimented her as the waitress came over.
"Thank you," Sandra replied without title or honourific as the waitress was almost to their table.
"Welcome to our quiet corner of the world ladies. My name is Diane, and I will be your server," she said as she started to hand them a pair of menues. "Can I get either of you a drink while you decide on something to eat?"
"Yes please," Amanda said. "My friend will have a long island iced tea, and I will have a vodka and orange, with a splash of grenadine please."
"Coming right up ladies."
Sandra blushed when Amanda ordered for her, but Amanda only smiled and picked up a menu. Sandra didn't bother even opening the menu. She knew she wouldn't be making the decision anyway.
A few short minutes later Diane returned with their drinks. "Long island ice tea, and vodka and orange with grenadine," she said setting them down in front of them. "Will you not be eating Ma'am?" She asked Sandra when she saw she wasn't looking at the menu.
