"Gentleman Seeking Goddess" he had titled his personal ad, with the hope that this and a few key words and phrases would attract a woman who was perhaps at least a little bit bossy and would recognize what he was alluding to in the ad.
Why hadn't he just jumped on FetLife or Collarspace and been more forthright and direct in his search for a Domme? He didn't know exactly and he wasn't sure, for certain, what it was he was looking for. He did know how the images and writings of women on some fem-dom web sites and blogs excited him, made his skin warm, his heart beat louder and his mouth water a little bit more than usual. Sometimes such input or images were not necessary to evoke these kinds of feelings. He had held the door for a woman just yesterday, while leaving the post office. When she met his eyes directly and raised her chin a bit as she thanked him, he felt a rush of something just as powerful. Serving wine or a glass of water to a female guest at a small gathering of friends sometimes excited him in the same ways. Sometimes these sorts of interactions brought out the strongest of physical reactions and were the most interesting and arousing to think about later.
Today he was going to visit the woman who had answered the ad he'd placed. They had met for coffee a couple of times after some on-line messaging and photo exchanges. To date they had mostly engaged in polite chat, background information, work stuff, small talk. There had not yet been any kind of allusion to kink or female led relationships. She was attractive, not slim but shapely and in shape, intelligent, quick and smart as a whip. He liked her and was even a bit excited, feeling butterflies in the stomach, at times when their eyes met. At their last coffee date they had discussed a few things including the fact that she needed to get her firewood in for the coming winter but was having a time finding someone to help her finish the splitting and stacking. Now Brad was no lumberjack but he had operated a splitting machine and could stack a pile of oak as well as anyone, or so he thought. He offered to help her and the offer was accepted with an agreement to meet the following Saturday morning.
On arrival Brad was met as he approached the front door, Helen was already outside. As they exchanged polite hellos she offered him a large full iced water bottle she had already prepared and they proceeded to walk around to the rear of the house. Brad was surprised immediately at the enormity of the project. There were perhaps two cords worth of wooden rounds, not one of which was split. Several pallets were lined up against the brick and concrete retaining wall a short dstance from the back door.
"What do you think?", asked Helen and she went on, "I will be running some errands and visiting a friend. It will be nice to get this project completed this weekend and I expect that you are up to the task. If it is not finished today, I hope you'll find it convenient to help me again tomorrow and we can get this done and get it done soon".
Brad was a bit taken aback for just a brief moment, by the work and by a seemingly new sort of authoratative tone in her voice. This was going to be a lot of work. He had believed this was just going to be an easy morning of helpful, friendly effort at the most, followed by lunch and another relaxed and friendly conversation with this woman whom he was becoming more and more interested in. She was smart and confident, attractive. She had now just spoken very directly and in a no nonsense manner. He understood. But, there was no hydraulic splitter, only an 8 pound maul, a heavy axe and some iron wedges. He really didn't think he could do this in a day or even two.
However, her tone of voice and her direct, unyielding look as their eyes met made him feel very much like he wanted to do this for her. He now very much wanted to split wood all day and stack it. He was fantasizing already at the possibility that she would be pleased with him and his efforts, that somehow he could impress her and earn her approval. He very much wanted to do this for her now and do it well. His heart rate increased a little and he felt a bit flushed. Thank goodness he'd brought his gloves and a small chainsaw. If he shortened some of these rounds it would be easier going, he thought. Worse case scenario, he'd rent a splitter himself and haul it out here tomorrow if need be. He was already eyeing the pallets to see how this load would stack.
As if she'd read his mind she smiled thinly but warmly and raised her head almost imperceptably but expectantly.
"Of course, Helen. I will get this done, no problem. Thank you for inviting me here. Nice place you have."
"All right then, very good" she replied, still directly firm and businesslike, not the same as the smiling, lighthearted coffee house chat. No. This was a different kind of conversation. "I shall be back later this afternoon".