The interview(OPEN)

I am resurecting an old thread, I am looking for a male to play the interviewer and several other females to play the interviewee's. Please just join in!
This is how it will start

Female(s) needed to play the role of a 25-year-old woman who is slightly bored with her boyfriend's lovemaking. Then she sees an internet classified ad for a dominant male who is interviewing potential submissive females. She is not a complete innocent but she has not experienced anything other than vanilla sex (no anal, not all that much oral, lights usually off, nothing real adventurous). She is uncomfortable and embarrassed by frank discussions of sexuality.

You should be comfortable writing highly detailed and explicit descriptions. I will be playing the role of the Dom as well as setting the scenes to some extent. The Dom is a psychological dominant who loves women, not a user and abuser. He will expect the sub to obey his commands to the letter, but he prefers to use discomfort and embarrassment rather than pain and humiliation, and he will not use bondage very often because he wants the sub to consciously submit to his commands. However, he will not hesitate to physically overpower the sub if need be.

I am happy for more than one woman to post on this thread - like multiple women responding to the ad - until I choose one of you.

IC:

She turned out the light and lay back on to her pillow, but she found she couldn’t sleep. She wondered why she was so frustrated with her boyfriend. She liked him a lot - he was nice-looking, sweet, treated her well, and he was a considerate lover.

“Maybe too considerate,” she thought. Maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe he always turned the lights off because he just assumed she would want the lights off, or maybe he thought it wasn’t “gentlemanly” to make love with all the lights on. And maybe that was why he always asked her permission before he climaxed. He was just so... so... polite.

“But why would that be frustrating?” she thought to herself. “He’s just very ... considerate. And considerate is good.”

She had left her laptop on the bed, so she opened it up and began surfing the web absently. Some celebrities were filing for divorce, some were checking into rehab, and some were doing both. She hadn’t done any social networking lately, so she logged in to see what her friends were up to. Some of her friends were posting pictures of themselves, some were posting how busy they were with their jobs and families, and some were doing both. She yawned as she scrolled through the postings and was just about to close the window when one caught her eye:

“OMG - Best. Personal. Ever. LOL” It had been posted by someone she barely knew, a casual acquaintance at work. The post linked to another huge site that was mostly a bare-bones listing of classified ads and job listings, but it did have a small personals section. She clicked on the link and the personal ad her friend had linked was kind of funny - it was from some woman offering a blowjob to any man who would do her dishes and laundry.

“Not bad, but I didn’t El-Oh-El,” she said to herself. She noticed that the personal was part of “casual encounters,” a section of the website she had never visited before. Out of curiosity, she clicked on the link to look at some of the other personals.

As she began to scroll down the list of links, she smiled. It seemed that all of the women posters were hookers and all of the men posters were completely clueless about how to attract women. “Ah, yes,” she thought to herself. “What could be more romantic than pictures of strange penises.” She chuckled to herself as she scrolled farther down the page, and then she noticed one post - a post that stood out simply because it wasn’t in all caps and didn’t end with exclamation points:

“Dominant Male Seeks New Submissive Female. Interviews This Week.”

She leaned forward and felt her heart beat a little quicker as she read the words again. She wasn’t even sure she knew what they meant, but she knew she wanted to find out. She clicked the link to open the full post:

“Dominant Male Seeks New Submissive Female. Interviews This Week.

One of my subs is moving out of state and I am interviewing candidates to replace her. I am looking for a young, fit woman who wants to explore her submissive side. This is not about pain or humiliation, but about absolute power and pure lust.

If you are interested, send a picture of yourself to me. If I am interested, I will contact you to arrange an interview. There will be no sexual contact at the interview and no expectation or obligation after the interview.

If I choose you, however, you will learn to embrace your inner slut.”

*****

I sit with the laptop screen slightly tilted, to avoid unwanted attention. My hands feel shaky, and my heart is pounding so hard in my chest I am sure my partner can hear it.
I try very hard to slow my breathing down, I don't want to give myself away, but I feel so disgustingly nervous.
I type out my reply, re-read it and type it again. I click the attach button, and load up a photo from two weeks ago, a family holiday spent on the beach. I looked tanned and healthy, my red hair gleaming, but my eyes look miserable despite the smile pasted across my mouth.

Dear Sir

I noticed your advert and something within me stirred. I felt compelled to respond. I am currently in a long term relationship, but I find myself left unsatisfied and un-happy.
I am fuelled with a burning coursing through my veins that I, nor anyone else, seem's able to satisfy. I have been wanting to explore myself for a long time now, and your advert seems the perfect way to placate my wants and needs. Thank you for taking the time to read this email.

Yours
Amelia

I hear a gentle snore besides me, and my heart almost jumps into my mouth. Making sure I delete the history and remove my path of deceitfulness, I slam the laptop shut and place it gently on my beside table. Snuggling down between the sheets next to my partner Adam he flings his arm round my waist and buries his face into my hair. Realisation hits me like a punch and settles upon me.
What have I just done? What was I thinking?
As I drift into a fitful sleep, a faceless stranger is prominent in my mind.

The replies to my advert have been, at best, desultory. Three were clearly from men trying to get a cheap kick (as a rule of thumb, anyone who writes from a hotmail address saying "I am a dirty cunt who wants to be used" is almost certainly not real). A couple were from women who seemed to me to be slightly too experienced for what I wanted.

There was one promising reply, and I had met the young lady concerned. She had been attractive, and certainly seemed willing to explore something. But she was not submissive. If anything she had been argumentative: she contradicted me a couple of times; at one point she tried to tell me what it was I was looking for; she ended by suggesting we find a hotel for sex. I rather liked the idea of sex, but this was not who I had been looking for.

Since Elena had left I had been lacking what you might call "a project": someone to bend to my will, to learn the pleasures of obedience, and the rewards that come with surrendering oneself completely to the demands and desires of another.

And then the email from Amelia arrives, late in the night: someone young and unsullied, and eager to learn. She would probably amount to nothing, but there was a spark of promise there. Enough to excite my curiosity at any rate.

I reply immediately.

"Dear Amelia,
Please meet me at 6pm tomorrow. You may choose the location: it is important you feel safe. For your information, I am tall, blond and bearded. Wherever we meet, I will be unmistakable.
Christopher"

The next day, I checked my personal email account more than a hundred times. There was nothing from the dominant male. I started to wonder if it had just been a joke.

That night, just as I was about to get into bed, I heard a 'ping' from my laptop. I opened it and saw a new email: "INTERVIEW." Holding my breath, I clicked it open and read.

"Interview tomorrow 6pm."

Holy crap! I thought, before i could chicken out, I emailed back "Sir, I would be honoured to meet with you for the interview. Please may we meet in the bar at 1212 Market Street, by the wharf."

My mouth went dry and my palms sweaty as I felt myself starting to hyper ventilate. I closed my eyes and concentrated on slowing down the rapid breaths coming from deep within me. My chest heaved as I forced myself to gain control.
Control was the idea here right? I told myself.

I get to the bar a good half hour early. I take a seat in the corner, facing out into the room so Amelia will see me readily, and order a soda. I have to confess to the tingle of excitement I always get at the beginning of these adventures. Who knows where it will go? But the thought that someone, some girl, wants to submit to me is always enough to make me feel alive, to give me that sense of dammed sexual energy.

I pick up my book and read, waiting for your arrival.

I hid myself away in the office most of the day, my colleague's leaving me alone for a change, and as my work day was close to ending I started to drift off. I could still feel the slight tingle from the Toothpaste. I'd have to remember that for future reference. My thighs clenched together at the thought of someone doing it to me, and my mind wandered as to how and what they would do.
With my mind drifting I tried to concentrate on this evenings Interview. I had managed to switch shifts with a friend, giving me ample time to shop for a new outfit and make myself presentable.
Adam had phoned me this morning and told me he wouldn't be home for several days as work had caught up with him, and therefore wouldn't be visiting me for a while. I was that occupied I couldn't have cared less if he didn't come back at all.

***

The shopping had done the complete opposite to what it normally did.
I generally felt calm and collected after a good few hours battering my credit card, but today I just felt nervous and sick.
This interview was so very important to me. It was my ticket away from the most boring relationship in history.
I stood at the address I had given, staring at a monstrous building, a hotel.
I was early, although how early I wasn't sure as I had left my watch at home. It didn't match my outfit.
It was a little bit windier than I'd have liked, and I could feel my red hair flapping about my face like angry fire. I smoothed my smart green shift dress and glanced down, wondering if my breast's should be quiet this exposed. It was far from a slutty outfit, more sexy and smart, but I wasn't sure what sort of form this interview would take.
I felt my pussy involuntarily contract at the thought anything could happen here. I shock my head and told myself not to be so stupid. It said in the Advert, not sexual. Why was I working myself up about this?

I walked in and spotted him instantly. Taking the seat next to him I introduced myself

"It's very nice to meet you, Amelia," I say.

You are more attractive, and younger, than I expected. You are very nicely dressed: you look not so much like someone who has gone out to find a man, but someone who has gone to meet a very specific man. You look like you have dressed for sex, but without looking slutty. You also seem slightly breathless, but I know it's not from effort: it's from excitement.

I look you directly in the eyes and drop my book to the floor.

"Would you pick that up for me, please, Amelia?"

alexanderlondon said:

The replies to my advert have been, at best, desultory. Three were clearly from men trying to get a cheap kick (as a rule of thumb, anyone who writes from a hotmail address saying "I am a dirty cunt who wants to be used" is almost certainly not real). A couple were from women who seemed to me to be slightly too experienced for what I wanted.

There was one promising reply, and I had met the young lady concerned. She had been attractive, and certainly seemed willing to explore something. But she was not submissive. If anything she had been argumentative: she contradicted me a couple of times; at one point she tried to tell me what it was I was looking for; she ended by suggesting we find a hotel for sex. I rather liked the idea of sex, but this was not who I had been looking for.

Since Elena had left I had been lacking what you might call "a project": someone to bend to my will, to learn the pleasures of obedience, and the rewards that come with surrendering oneself completely to the demands and desires of another.

And then the email from Amelia arrives, late in the night: someone young and unsullied, and eager to learn. She would probably amount to nothing, but there was a spark of promise there. Enough to excite my curiosity at any rate.

I reply immediately.

"Dear Amelia,
Please meet me at 6pm tomorrow. You may choose the location: it is important you feel safe. For your information, I am tall, blond and bearded. Wherever we meet, I will be unmistakable.
Christopher"

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I wish I was across the pond, not in the far western USA. I would, let a man like you to give me more of what I am need of. I have submitted to an old boyfriend, and another man who was not of my race. After that happened my husband moved us out west, to a very isolated location. My sister helped us get here and I let her have sex several times now with my husband, there was not much that I could say. On the trip out here she did not let us have two motel rooms, she even slept in the nude with us in the same bed. the day after we got moved in we went to a deep hot spring my husband knew about, we all went in sans cloths with snow just a few feet away. My sister wrapped her legs around my husband and was screaming a little while latter. It is so far from anywhere here there wasn't anyone to complain. I just wished I also had a big dick in my pussy, my sister said it was time for my husband to enjoy some life. I am sort of angry with my husband, after he fucked my sister he made me suck his dick to get him hard and then pulled me to him then he took me from the rear, I just let him do this, I think I am going to ask if we continue with this cycle of using sex as a tool for hurting one another if we can just have other partners. I sat with my sister and talked to her about it, she is leaving next week, she said that is going to be the way of it. She said as soon as I let another man fuck me all bets were off and she is very happy about it, she told me that my husband has the biggest cock she has ever had. She just can't understand how come I let myself be the cheater in my case. She told me to go to the spring and fuck my husband on a regular basis. My mother will be here next week, Just to see how far we are from any where. My husband told me to get my bathing suit out, after my sister told her about the spring she wants to try it just to see if it as joint relieving as I said it was. My sister has to go back a few days after my mother arrives. Latter next spring a girl friend and her husband is going to come out here. I don't know what will happen then.

OCC. Oh Eastcoast what a terrible situation to be in Sending hugs from across the pond {{{xxx}}}

How do you think its going Alexander?

IC.
He was stunning to look at. When he dropped his book it shook me out of my stupor.

"Would you pick that up for me please Amelia?"

"I...Of course" I stuttered. I slipped off my stool and bent over collecting the book on my way.
Passing it back to him, I hoped back up next to him.

"So?" I asked "How does this work?"

"The first thing, Amelia, is that you address me as Sir," I explain. "To you, I do not have a name: I am only your master. But the more important thing to me is why you want to be my submissive. What has brought you here? What is the void within you that you are trying to fill. I can see, by the way you picked up my book when you had no need to, that you want to serve. Do you not get that chance at home?"

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"I don't get that chance at home...Sir..." I replied

I didnt know what to say to his question, I was a little lost and needed a lot of guidance