I replied to an ad in the personals of the erotica website I was on. A Domme who was into the extreme. We talked for 3 weeks when she asked if she wanted to meet me real time. I didn't know what to say. I had done a lot of things online but had never met anyone, but I enjoyed our meetings and had many orgasms. I wanted to do this, so I said yes. I asked that we meet for coffee at a local Starbucks. She sent me a message telling me that if it did happen I could expect to be abused to the extreme, it would be like we had been doing in R.P, only all the pain, humiliation degradation would be for real.
We exchanged phone numbers, I called her wanting to connect with her in a more personal way than emailing.
"Hi Laura, its Mona," I sounded cautious but also excited at the prospect of meeting me. And so we set a time to meet. She knew a Starbucks that was in a bookstore, one of tables was a bit off the beaten path so to speak back in a corner. She gave me some instructions on the way she want me to dress.
There was a slight hesitation, "Eerr okay, I'll try to have on what you want," I said, now very cautious.
"We need to make one thing very clear Mona. If you want to continue with our meeting and what ever develops, you need to know that what I say goes, are you up with that?" Laura said in her commanding voice.
A shy "Yes Miss I understand," I said.
"Good, now this is how you are to dress. A see through blouse, with a vest, wear a bra, a knee length skirt not to tight, with only panties underneath, no hose. Wear the highest heels that you have, is that clear?" Laura commanded.
I thought about the heels I would wear. I had a nice black pair. I opened my closet and took out a sheer blouse, a vest, a nice blue skirt. I looked for a nice red thong that i could wear.
"Yes, maam. It is clear." I told her.
I drove out to the coffee shop, my breasts pushing against the sheer blouse. My bra showing under the vest. I unbuttoned the top button. I look around for her in the parking lot. Then I see the truck, she gets out of the car, her leather skirt, tight around her body. I lick my lips.
"Hello Mistress" I tell her. I take her hand and kiss it.
"Wow, I wasn't expecting, being kissed on my hand." Laura scolded me. " A sub just doesn't take it upon herself to touch her Mistress with out permission! In the future that would have earned you a painful punishment."
I was startled when she reprimanded me about touching her. I responded "I am so sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again." I looked at her leather skirt and spiked heels. I shivered, pulled down my short skirt. I wondered what the night would bring.
Inside after getting our drinks, the table at the back was open.
"So tell me about yourself, we hadn't exchanged very much in the way of our private lives on the net. I want you to tell me intimate things like do you to pleasure yourself, how often, how do you go about it if you do it. I want you to use gutter language when describing the places on your body that makes you feel good." Laura instructed.
The flush on my face was priceless.
"Come now we didn't meet to discuss knitting," Laura said sarcastically .
I looked at her, not sure what to say. We never talked about what turned us on on the net, although she made me cum many times. Her legs crossed, I could notice she wasn't wearing panties. Her crotch exposed made me wet. I took a sip of my drink, then took a deep breath...
"Well, I do enjoy using my vibrator in my pussy. It hums so beautifully while I sleep. It makes me cum over and over." I told her.
She looked at me, then changed her mind. "Take off your bra, then unbutton your blouse so only the bottom remains fastened." Laura told me.
My mouth dropped open, stating to protest. "Just do it." Laura hissed.
I paused, looked around the coffee shop, then slowly put my hand under my top. I unclasped my bra. I could feel it let my breasts go. They fell a bit, pressed against my top. I heard her instructions. I have never done this before. I pulled at it. Then it traveled down my sleeve.
I unbuttoned my blouse, pulling my vest so it would cover my bosom.
"If we were at my place I would have punished you a few times already, whenever you cause me to repeat myself, you have earned yourself a dozen hard lashes from the whip." Laura informed me.
I gasped when she said I would have had a dozen lashes from the whip. My behind shivered as I thought of how it would hurt, but it got me wet.
"Yes Mistress......." I told her.
