Chapter 1
“Yes, I think its time, don’t you?”
The words echoed through my core sending wave after wave of goose bumps across every pore of my skin and my nipples responded. “Yes, yes I do.” My fingers frantically typed the reply, my lips cursing my text skills, my head trying to ignore my frontal lobe that was now screaming at me to stop. Done, sent, and breathe. I could feel the heat between my legs, dam he was good.
I was in awe, he had taken the time to really read my profile, even the tightly sandwiched words written between the lines. The subtle way he maneuverer information out of me. The delicate hints designed to play on my curiosity and entice my mischievous side. I knew what he was doing, but the skill, the interest, the commitment, showed he was serious. And, although there was humour, he was a profoundly serious Dom, that, I could read between his texts very well. My skin tingled some more, an ache started to build below.
A week flies by when you need time to prepare, to adjust, to slap yourself repeatedly, to force yourself to acknowledge what you have done. This was not a coffee girl, this was a meet, a real, head in the deep end meet. How could he be so sure? Why was I so sure? And the distance to travel, again, I was impressed. By now my mind had shut down, giving up protesting my primal urges. My pulse raced every time I thought about what was to come. The subtle hints, the tasks, the rules on behaviour all making the weekend plans before me real. My imagination should have been running wild with ideas of what was to come, but I had nothing. I was a blank, there was no room for guessing, he made clear, what he wanted to be clear, and gave me nothing about what was to come.
Tuesday night already. I settled down to play, thinking about the evening’s conversation, so hot, so teasingly delicious. My hand slipped between my white thong and I could feel the wetness already. I needed to make the most of this, one more day and I was on lockdown until Saturday. Trying to go slow when you are horny as fuck is dam near impossible. I ran my fingernail up my body, stopping at my left nipple to tease it a little. “Was he a biter or a sucker, would he use clamps or pegs?” My clit throbbed, I rubbed harder, my nipple tight between my fingernails, I bit my lip, mmm. I moved my hand over to my right nipple sighing as I pinched it between my finger and thumb. Just a little harder and, there, that did it, the wetness ran over my fingers. I stopped rubbing my clit and slipped my fingers inside to find that little golden spot while my thumbnail pushed deep into my clit. My mind darted from one scenario to another, searching for something that fit him. The not knowing, the anticipation, the mind fuck, dam I was ready to explode…shit, I didn’t ask if I could cum! Too late, my hips raised, my back arched, my fingernails dug deep into my breast and my orgasm spilled over my other hand. That was fast, fuck, what the hell will I be like on Saturday. I let my mind wander as I sucked my fingers clean.
Friday came too soon. More instructions pinged on my phone. I was just enough afraid to send a text. Not wanting him to think this was my normal behavior, this, this was a leap of faith and trust. His reply was reassuring, but still gave me nothing. I was to arrive at 4pm sharp, the key would be at the reception, take the lift, do not use the key, collar on, blindfold on, not to be removed until Sir said. Knock and wait. As I read the words, I could feel my panties moisten, my nipples tighten. Dam.
Saturday morning. My stomach was doing leapfrogs, my pulse echoed in my ears. Fear, nerves, excitement ran through my body. All-day I shook, and the taxi failing to arrive, making me late….was unforgivable. But, through everything, all the anticipation, nerves, fear, excitement, it never occurred to me, to not show. He had got under my skin!
I paused at the lift. A deep breath and stepped inside glad I would have it to myself, wishing it was going to the top floor and not the 2nd! I fidgeted, slipped my hand up my skirt to find my panties damp. I moved the g string from out of my slit again. Looking in the mirror, the thin bra he had chosen allowed my hard nipples to show through, I adjusted the top of my stockings and checked the suspenders were all in place, a shiver ran down my back, the lift pinged, I turned on my elegant heels and walked from the lift.
Looking for a door number when you feel like you are going to pass out, and every inch of your body is shaking with anticipation, is not easy. Obviously, I went the wrong way round and ended up walking toward the door the long way, each step echoing my arrival, each breath harder and faster than the last, my nipples tingling with the rise and fall of my chest. My lips wet in anticipation; my mouth dry.
Blindfold on, deep breath...
Knock, knock, knock. After what felt like an age later, my lungs bursting, the door creaked open? And as I let out my breath I spoke the only word on my lips…”Sir”