Authors Note: Thankyou all for reading. I never intended this story to be educational but there were a few comments from people saying how they found it very informative about the BDSM lifestyle. I merely intend it to be accurate but I'm glad that people are learning about how a BDSM relationship should be. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my real life Domme, the inspiration behind the character Veronica. It will soon have been seven years since our first in person meeting, I hope we have many more years together ahead of us.
The morning before meeting with Veronica I was a bundle of nerves. I forced myself to eat some breakfast even though my stomach was so tight that I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep it down.
Getting ready was an even bigger challenge. I wanted to make a good first impression so badly that I tried on about a dozen different outfits before I found what I deemed the 'right one'; a nice black skater skirt, black tights and a long sleeved blouse. I decided that less was more with make-up and put on the bare minimum.
Walking to the coffee shop felt like the longest walk of my life, even though in reality it took only about ten minutes. I kept forcing myself to take slow, deep breaths to calm my nerves and stop myself from turning back every couple of minutes.
At the coffee shop I ordered myself my usual, a cappuccino and a blueberry muffin, and looked around the place. There was no sign of Veronica yet so I sat down by the window so I could keep an eye out for her.
It wasn't too long before I spotted her walking towards the shop. Looking at her properly for the first time I felt like my heart stopped.
Her hair was blonde at the moment, so she must have been between colours. Veronica had explained to me once that she changed her hair colour very often, always changing it to an unnatural colour and that between each colour she would end up, as she put it 'a washed out horrible blonde colour'. She was wearing tight jeans, small black strappy heals and what I thought looked like a tight fitting velvet hoodie. Even though she wasn't exactly dressed to impressed I could barely take my eyes off of her.
She spotted my through the window and waved. I waved back, blushing at being caught staring. I looked down at my lap, nerves riding to the surface again until I heard her sit down in front of me. I looked up and again felt like I couldn't breathe. She just looked so perfect.
"Sorry for looking like a complete mess. I had a bad morning and this was the best I could manage." She smiled at me and I could feel my cheeks getting even redder.
"You don't look that bad." I looked down again, fidgeting slightly.
"Are you kidding? I look like something a dog puked up." She laughed. I looked up and her smile.. The way her whole face seemed to light up with it.
I laughed with her, shrugging my shoulders. "Don't worry about it."
We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other and smiling. It felt good finally having a face, a real face and not a picture, to put to the words I'd been reading online.
"So how has your morning been? Better than mine I hope." She smirked.
I smiled, "It's been okay. So what happened to you this morning? Why was it bad?" I asked. I just wanted to hear her speak. I wanted to confirm that she was the same person that I had been speaking to online. That she hadn't been editing herself to make her seem more interesting than she actually was.
She signed. "My stupid ex. Kicking up a fuss about how he should have gotten this when we broke up and how he should have got that. He's a prick. We broke up over six months ago. He should have said something sooner and maybe, if he was lucky, we could have spoken about it. Not after six months though." She shook her head and signed. "Then he went on a melodramatic rant about how he wishes we hadn't have broken up but the breakup was all my fault, even though I was the one who dumped him, how he's willing to take me back if I change." She tutted. "I'm afraid after telling him to do one it didn't leave me a lot of time to get ready."
I smiled and gathering all the courage I could, I reached out to hold her hand over the table.
"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm just glad to actually be meeting you. You could have shown up in a bin bag and I would have been okay with it." She laughed at that and I made myself a mental promise to make her laugh as much as I could. Just to hear that sound over and over again. "And he does sound like an asshole. You're clearly better off without him."
We sat in silence for a bit but it didn't feel uncomfortable. I never moved my hand from hers until she moved to take a drink.
"So how's the work for college coming along?" She asked.
We sat there for over two hours just talking about our lives. The topic of BDSM never came up and I preferred it that way. Instead I got to know her and she got to know me. I wished the conversation would never end but sadly, it had to.
Veronica looked at her watch and sighed. "Dammit is that the time? I have to get going." She gathered up her things and we walked together to the bus station. I kept feeling this urge to hold her hand but contained it. My desire for this woman, and not just a sexual desire, but I desire to hold her, touch her in anyway I could, was overwhelming.
Before she got on her bus, I again gathered as much courage as I could, and kissed her. Not full on the lips or anything, but a quick peck on the cheek. She looked completely stunned and I turned around and walked away as quickly as I could, blushing all the while, yet I couldn't keep the smile off of my face.
