This is my third installment of the Meeting a Woman series. Thank you for the 5 Star Ratings, Comments and Suggestions from my first two stories. Work has been a fun challenge lately and I've not had as much free time to write as I did late last year. As a reminder, these are independent stories so you can read them in any order that you would like.
I debated with myself when choosing the category for this story. I decided on NonConsent/Reluctance, but there is strong BDSM and Romance in the story as well. If you can't handle those three strong influences in the story, find yourself another good story that meets your interests.
I'm still looking for an editor for my stories. I would really like to put a better quality story together for everyone, but I know I need more help than what I'm capable of at this point. If you feel so inspired, please let me know, thanks.
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Landen Jefferies was a multi-millionaire. He was the author of a very successful book series in the crime fiction genre. His main character was a Chinese mathematician and part-time sleuth named Jonny Who. The book series was named "Who Done it." 14 of the 16 books in the series had spent time at #1 on the bestseller list. The first two books were made into movies. The books were more serious in their portrayal of the characters, whereas the movie scripts took the storyline into more of the comedy genre. He didn't mind too much when he saw what he was getting paid.
Fans still wanted more of the series but he felt it had run its course. He didn't have any more math tricks to help break the cases and he was frankly tired of the character. He had done a good job of keeping everything under his pen name and nobody had suspected that he was an author.
His ex-wife divorced him shortly after the first book started paying off. His lawyer had been very good at getting her and her lawyer to agree to a lump sum payment that couldn't be contested once she signed the agreement. She and her lawyer just wanted the quick payout and were too shortsighted to see what potential existed in future book and movie deals. It took most of the profits from the first book to buy her out, but it was more than worth it to be done with it.
Their marriage had been the typical meet in college, lived together for a few years afterward, got married while focusing on careers and then one of them was looking for the first bus out of town. In this case that would have been his ex-wife after seeing some of the checks that came in after the first book hit #1. To be honest, he was never sure why he married her in the first place. He didn't think he ever loved her, but it was just more covenant to be together than go through the hassle of finding someone else.
He had located his home outside of town in the country. He wasn't the cabin in the woods kind of guy, but he wanted peace and quiet and this location had enough land that nobody would be too close.
Over the years since his divorce, he dated on and off but never found anyone with whom he wanted to start a serious relationship. He tried many types of women that he found attractive but never felt that connection. One of the women was very interested in BDSM and had taken him to a club where she was a member. He had never experienced anything like it. He had seen porn clips of BDSM before but having it live in front of you was completely different. It flipped a couple of switches in his head that he never knew existed and it became a passion of his to find out all that he could about the lifestyle.
Being single, jobless, and rich allowed him to find the right mentor that could help train him on being dominant the right way. This allowed him to learn in a way to keep his partners safe while at the same time pulling from them everything that they wanted to give to him. In the club he joined, he started developing a reputation as a very imposing and grueling Master. He liked to think of his style as like a constrictor snake. He would wrap you up and then wait for you to adjust and then squeeze you harder and repeat the process until you had given him everything. His reputation was one that most submissives enjoyed working with. He had the right blend of harshness and caring that was a very difficult balance to find for most dominates. Most tended to favor one or the other just a little too much. They would make it hurt too much or show too much caring that manifested as weakness which is never good for a dominant.
He liked his group at the club but often enjoyed working with someone new. He found that meeting and screening potential submissives on FetLife was a good avenue to explore those options with new people. He had met 5 ladies so far that fit his requirements. He didn't mind some online scenes or training sessions, but ultimately he was looking for in-person scenes. He felt that starting online with new submissives was a good way for both of them to gain trust in each other and establish a bond before just meeting someone cold.
His most recent sub was a lady by the name of Constance "Connie" Bennington. She was from the east coast and was also single with money from a deceased husband. She had truly enjoyed the scenes they had online. She had asked early on that they not do video. She was fine with audio but wished to remain anonymous until they met for the first time. She assured him, and he believed her, that she was exactly like she was representing herself and not a 400 pound whale.
They had their online sessions about once a week for a little over 6 months when she said she was feeling comfortable with him and that she wanted to meet for a long weekend. She was interested in turning their online play into a real life meeting. He said that he would be very pleased to meet and would look forward to spending time together. Her only request for the 3-day weekend scene was that she not be allowed to speak. She wanted to be completely submissive on that topic. Her only other limits were that she didn't want to be forced to take any addictive drugs, she didn't want any of her holes stretched, no golden showers, or permanent damage. Other than that, she was giving him complete control.
He reiterated the rules they had agreed to and she assured him she understood. They agreed to meet in two weeks on a Friday. He would meet her at the airport and have a sign with Ms. Bennington on it. Their only communication from this point on would be by text and only to confirm flight times and her arrival. He told her when she approached him that she wasn't to speak to him because the scene would start the moment that they met. She wasn't to bring any luggage with her, but if she wanted to bring a small bag or briefcase that would be acceptable.
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Friday arrived quickly and he left for the airport. His limo driver understood what the plan was and was perfectly fine with assisting with something like this. He received two texts this morning. One, that she had boarded her plane, and two, that she had arrived. He went to baggage claim and waited near the bottom of the escalator with his sign that said Ms. Bennington as they had agreed.
A lady matching the description that she had given him approached and he asked if she was Ms. Bennington and she said yes. He then asked her to follow him to the car for a brief drive to their destination. As they approached the limo, the driver opened the door and Landen helped her in. When they were seated he offered her water and she accepted. They were soon on their way.
She had finished about half of her bottle of water when she started feeling sleepy and then nothing.
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A doctor friend from the club had arranged a powerful sleep aid that had worked beautifully. He had helped him put the medication into the bottle and make sure that it was dosed correctly for her size. She would be out for the next 1-2 hours which would be just the right amount of time for them to get to his home and for him and his driver to get her downstairs to the "play area."
He had arranged for extra clothes to be available for her after they had completed their three days of fun. With that in mind, it allowed him to cut the clothes she was currently wearing off of her.
He had the entire play basement turned into a mini-dungeon. He chose to put her on the sawhorse first. He had placed a thick collar around her neck and a short chain connected it to the horse. He had laid her facedown on top and the horse had been modified to allow her to almost kneel on her knees as she straddled the horse. It made for a beautiful view of her from behind. She was further restrained by ankle cuffs to the horse as well as wrist cuffs that stretched her arms and attached them to the bottom of the horse. There was also a thick leather strap that went around her waist that pinned her lower body in place. He had her movements very restricted and had placed a small ball gag in her mouth as well. She requested that she didn't want him to allow her to talk, so she would be in a gag of one form or another for most of the three days together except when eating, drinking, and maybe when sleeping.
She must have been tired in addition to the sleep aid she was given because she slept for at least another hour after he had her secured to the horse. When she finally started to stir a little, it didn't take her long to figure out that she couldn't move. Her eyes flew open and he sat in a chair near the head of the horse where she could easily see him. He recognized her fear immediately. That did surprise him a little. Maybe she hadn't realized that he had drugged her with a sleep aid and hadn't put the whole thing together in the few moments that she had been awake.
He decided to review with her what their plans for the next three days were going to be. He explained that she would be his slave to do whatever he wanted except for her restrictions of no addictive drugs, she didn't want any of her holes stretched, no golden showers, or permanent damage. Everything else she had offered to him willingly. He shared with her that she was more beautiful than he had expected and that her body looked amazing. He was so thankful that they had gotten to know each other so well over the past many months and that he just had a great feeling that this would be an unforgettable three days together. He also wanted to remind her of her specific request that she was not to be able to speak at all during their time together. He said that he was going to modify that just a little. He said if she was allowed out of the gag then she would be expected to answer questions that she was asked, but she was not to say or ask anything beyond what her answer would be to a specific question. If she did, she would be gagged and severely punished. He looked into her eyes and the fear was still there and tears were streaming down her cheeks. He stroked her face and said that he hoped she would enjoy herself as much as he was going to and that he wouldn't break character with her for the rest of their time together unless there was an unplanned medical situation that came up. If that or something else happened, he would say the words "real world" 3 times.
He looked at her one last time and said that at this point he would normally ask his slaves if they had any last questions before he started but that didn't seem to be an option in this case. He leaned down and kissed her cheek and told her that they would begin now.
He moved behind her and marveled at the view. It was one of the best asses that he had ever seen and certainly since getting into BDSM. She had a very athletic build with a nice firm ass, but it was how her ass and thigh gap were set that exposed not only her pussy but also her asshole that set her apart from most others. He could tell that she had recently been waxed because she was completely smooth except for a small landing strip.
He started by rubbing her ass all over to get her warmed up. He was surprised that she continued to struggle with her bonds and he could hear her crying still. That surprised him but just assumed that whatever brought her enjoyment like this was also causing her some emotional release. He had seen and heard similar stories of people reliving something traumatic by doing so in a controlled environment. He connected her request to be forced to stay quiet to this same type of thing and decided that he wouldn't let her emotional release affect the way we choose to pull things from her.
