taters3970
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The Beginning
It was a slow Sunday afternoon when he first met her. It was a chance co-incidental meeting in an internet chatroom. For some reason the initial mundane banter didn’t put either of them off each other, and the more the communication evolved it was obvious that there was some common ground between them. They seemed to like similar things and e found her witty, charming, intelligent, educated and able to make him smile. He liked her a lot. Well considering it was just a conversation via a chatroom. She seemed reasonably interested too. Interested enough to agree to meet online again.
Things progressed quite quickly from that point. Neither of them were afraid to voice their opinion and both agreed that there appeared to be enough interest between them to warrant a meeting. He was more nervous and excited by the prospect than he could rationally understand. He was a grown man. Whilst it had been a long time since he had been intimate with another woman, in excess of 13 years in fact, he was accustomed to being in control of his emotions. He never got particularly carried away about a great deal, and if he were inwardly excited he rarely let others know about it. The butterflies dancing in his tummy at that particular moment as he headed into the station to meet her were therefore inexplicably unnerving. He has seen a picture of her and he had to admit that she was striking. That said it was probably an old photo and she probably looked nothing like the image. His trembling legs however belied the anticipation he felt. With as much courage as he could muster he got off the train and headed for the platform gates. Even before he exited the platform she caught his eye. She was standing next to a platform sign and looked every bit as stunning as her photograph. His stomach churned and he tried his level best to calm his racing heart as he walked over and made his introduction. The smile she flashed back at him immediately melted him as he smiled a massive smile inwardly. He didn’t want to appear too excitable, but her immediate impact was something he had not expected. Her beautiful green eyes danced and sparkled and she exuded personality and a subtle sensuality. He felt like a schoolboy in the playground feeling the early onset of a crush on the new girl in class.
That first meeting progressed to a coffee bar adjacent to the station. The initial rapport that existed during the conversations in the chatroom quickly manifested itself in the face to face scenario. The conversation flowed so naturally, that at the end of the 30 minutes it took to drink the coffee; any onlooker would have regarded them as friends who had known each other for a much longer period of time. Time was against them, but they knew they had the opportunity to meet later, and so they reluctantly parted. Suddenly he caught her eye as she was about to move away and head off in her own direction. Without thinking and as naturally as if it were an everyday occurrence, he moved his head towards her. Had he thought about what he was doing it would never have happened. Amazingly she did not pull away in shock. In fact her head moved towards his until their lips touched for just the briefest of seconds. He was immediately electrified by the electricity that flowed during that nanosecond. He held his head still mesmerised before nature took over and he moved forward for another moment of bliss. Time stopped as their lips engaged and he could have held time suspended for that moment forever. Suddenly the spell was broken. He smiled a sheepish grin and she disappeared down the stairs.
The spark that was ignited in that moment lived on in his head for the whole day. Time dragged so slowly as he longed to meet her again that evening. The evening finally arrived and the natural conversation was easily resumed. A couple of drinks and pleasant conversation eschewed. He got lost in her eyes. She had the most dramatic effect of her. He could hardly concentrate on what she was saying to him as he was mesmerised by her enigmatic features. It wasn’t long before that lingering kiss forced its way to the forefront of his mind, and during a walk through the early autumn chill, he could resist no longer and he pulled her towards him to rekindle the embrace. The gentle beginning rose slowly to a more passionate kiss with a slowly building crescendo. His hormones were not immune to the sensuality of the moment and he was embarrassed at the obviousness of his arousal. She must have been able to sense the effect she was having on him, but she seemed to respond warmly to his embrace.
Time raced on from that point and that first encounter was over all too soon. Something had begun however and they both knew it was far more than either of them had expected. They both harboured unasked questions, but both knew they would keep for another time.
The pattern of subsequent meetings were not dissimilar from that first one. The passions that were unleashed between them were always slightly more profound each time, but the physical interlude between never culminated in the ultimate interaction. There appeared to be some kind of silent acknowledgement between them that they would know when it was the right time. What did become more pronounced between them was the ease of their dialogue. He was shocked that after only a couple of weeks he found himself totally at ease in her company. She made him feel totally relaxed. She made him feel good about himself, wanted, worth something and she was without doubt an amazing person. The intensity of his feeling for her grew with every encounter and she quickly established herself as someone for whom he had a great deal of affection. He felt like he could tell her anything. She had kind of captured a part of himself that he never really knew existed. A piece of him he had never given to anyone before. That excited him enormously, but made him feel strangely vulnerable at the same time.
The subjects of their conversations varied wildly. Music, films, interests, loves hates, religion, the past, and their families, little snippets of information that elicited more and more questions. They both seemed equally hungry for more information about each other. His thirst to know her became insatiable. Slowly their conversations became more and more intimate. Probing questions about sensual situations, likes and dislikes, what caused arousal and stimulation. His questions became bolder and bolder. One day he thought he had overstepped the mark when he enquired about her sexual desires and any that had been held secret and unfulfilled. He was astounded by her response as she freely admitted she had always harboured desires to dominate and control. As he read the words, a response to an e-mailed question his spine tingled. She had touched a nerve he had always known existed but he had never shared with anyone. The pattern of coincidence that existed between them whereby she seem to say what he felt had manifested itself in his vary deepest and darkest desire. She had unwittingly portrayed herself as his ultimate fantasy as, for some reason he could never understand, he held a deep rooted and extremely strong desire to be dominated by a woman. It couldn’t be any woman. It had to be a woman he trusted totally, such that he could give himself totally to her. She would have complete control over him to direct at her will. In order for that scenario to manifest itself, he had to be able to have ultimate trust in her discretion. Now what was he to do? He had no choice but to tell her. She had been honest with him and so he had to reciprocate. He was fearful of her response.
He could only guess at what she really thought. Did she really believe him? He could have just been saying that to play along with what she had written. However there was something about his earnest replies that made her know he wasn’t lying. She knew she could dominate him. She knew he would do anything she wanted. That though aroused her enormously. She hatched a plan.
They had often discussed how they might spend their time together. They never had enough time. Time always passed too quickly. One of the reasons they had never taken their sexual yearnings to their ultimate conclusion was because the right opportunity had never presented itself. He respected her too much to just have sex for the sake of it. That said, had she used her knowledge of his urge to be dominated to effect she could have easily made him strip naked in the car when it was parked on the side of the country lane as it had been on numerous occasions and made him do to her, or himself whatever it was that she desired from him. She however remained unaware of exactly how much power she did hold over him. As a result their meetings had been intimate, but thus far restricted to cuddling and kissing. The romance enjoyed by both of them for the first time since they had been in their mid teens and embarking on their first journey’s of discovery. This was to be a whole new journey for the pair of them as they embarked on a voyage to places neither of them had ever been before. They had both spoken about trying to arrange some quality time together and they had finally both managed to orchestrate plausible excuses to enable them to book a night away together in a hotel. He didn’t know what she might want to do, but he harboured hopes that they might finally get to consummate their blossoming relationship. He had wondered if he had been wise to confide in her about his secret fantasy of being submissive. She had gone strangely quiet on the subject. Every time he had tried to steer the conversation in that direction she had avoided his probing. There appeared to be no lack of intimacy. They still kissed passionately. She still seemed to get aroused by him, and she could tell that she was still having the same stimulating effect on him. Their physical attraction appeared to be undiminished by his frank admission to her. She had also not mentioned her leaning towards domination. He felt it best to not mention it further.
They agreed to meet in a fairly basic hotel not far from the station where there meetings had become a regular occurrence. It was plain and simple, but comfortable and clean. He suggested that they meet at the hotel, check in and then head out for a nice romantic meal somewhere, followed by a few drinks in a bar. It would be time for them to be a proper couple, without the shackles of time and constraints of timetables. The whole concept filled him with a warm feeling, and he was genuinely excited about the prospect of a normal date with this special woman. During the afternoon he got a call to say she was running a little early and would meet him at the hotel. About an hour later, just as he was about to leave work to meet her, she texted him to say the hotel was fine, she was relaxing with a glass of red wine and she was in room 68, last door on the right on level 6. He arrived at the hotel, the receptionist was expecting him. As he had been told he was directed to the sixth floor. He knocked on the door and felt that same juvenile nervous excitement he always felt when he knew he was going to see her. This time it was intensified as he knew he had the whole night to enjoy her company. The door opened and she looked as stunning as always. She was wearing a casual outfit and he wasn’t sure whether she intended to change, or whether she was happy to head out in the jeans and casual top she was wearing. He hadn’t really thought about it before. She was beautiful in whatever she wore. Tonight was no exception, He looked closely at her and he momentarily lost his concentration as he swam briefly in the beautiful pools that were her eyes. He soaked up her sensuality, and sensed an unusual air about her. He went dizzy as she told him she was glad he could make it and invited him in. She gave him a glass of wine and took his bag from him. She said very little. She seemed a bit distant. Suddenly she spoke very directly.
“I want to know if you meant what you said about being dominated”. Her eyes pierced him demanding an answer, yet there was nothing threatening about her approach. He was taken aback by her directness although not unaccustomed to her being frank.. He stammered slightly
“Yes, yes of course I was” he went on trying to justify himself, “you know I wouldn’t lie to you”
“Well I hope not, but I need to know if you REALLY meant it?”
“Yes darling of course I REALLY meant it”
“So you would do ANYTHING I asked you to do? You would give yourself COMPLETELY to me. You would obey my every command unquestioningly?”
“For you sweetheart, if were not illegal between two consenting adults, and it remained between us, then I would do absolutely anything for you, to please you”
She considered his response briefly
“OK we shall see exactly how truthful you are then. You can start by taking all your clothes off and giving them to me”
He was momentarily shocked. He hadn’t expected that. Not for one minute. Was she joking? He considered she might be testing him. He shot her a quizzical look.
“I am not going to tell you again” There was a subtle shift in her tone. Again, not threatening, just very authoritative and very commanding, “Are going to obey me or not?”
With that he knew he had no choice. He took off his coat and jacket and placed them on the bed. Already the state of his arousal was obvious through his restrictive trousers. He unbuttoned his shirt and she grinned as he handed it to her.
“Your shoes and socks next, and then your trousers”. He did as she commanded. “Lastly your underpants”
He was stood there in nothing but his tight black boxers on and he knew he was utterly hers. She sensed his hesitation. He enlarged member was utterly erect and pushing at the elasticated waistband of his underwear.
“You will remove your shorts and hand them to me. You will stand there totally naked with your erection pointing towards me. You will look me in the eye and you will do all that I command. Is that understood?”
“It is understood. I am yours my darling”
With that he hooked his thumbs in to his waistband and pulled the elastic over his throbbing member. He was already painfully erect and the release from the constriction was welcome. As he lowered his boxers he was aware of his total vulnerability. He was truly hers. As he handed her his last item of clothing, he knew that he was embarking on anew journey where the woman who stood before him and her every pleasure would be his only focus for the time she was able to be with her in these circumstances. He didn’t have a clue what lay ahead of him, tonight or beyond. He was just so desperate not to disappoint…………………………….
(EMMA CONTINUES FROM HERE)
It was a slow Sunday afternoon when he first met her. It was a chance co-incidental meeting in an internet chatroom. For some reason the initial mundane banter didn’t put either of them off each other, and the more the communication evolved it was obvious that there was some common ground between them. They seemed to like similar things and e found her witty, charming, intelligent, educated and able to make him smile. He liked her a lot. Well considering it was just a conversation via a chatroom. She seemed reasonably interested too. Interested enough to agree to meet online again.
Things progressed quite quickly from that point. Neither of them were afraid to voice their opinion and both agreed that there appeared to be enough interest between them to warrant a meeting. He was more nervous and excited by the prospect than he could rationally understand. He was a grown man. Whilst it had been a long time since he had been intimate with another woman, in excess of 13 years in fact, he was accustomed to being in control of his emotions. He never got particularly carried away about a great deal, and if he were inwardly excited he rarely let others know about it. The butterflies dancing in his tummy at that particular moment as he headed into the station to meet her were therefore inexplicably unnerving. He has seen a picture of her and he had to admit that she was striking. That said it was probably an old photo and she probably looked nothing like the image. His trembling legs however belied the anticipation he felt. With as much courage as he could muster he got off the train and headed for the platform gates. Even before he exited the platform she caught his eye. She was standing next to a platform sign and looked every bit as stunning as her photograph. His stomach churned and he tried his level best to calm his racing heart as he walked over and made his introduction. The smile she flashed back at him immediately melted him as he smiled a massive smile inwardly. He didn’t want to appear too excitable, but her immediate impact was something he had not expected. Her beautiful green eyes danced and sparkled and she exuded personality and a subtle sensuality. He felt like a schoolboy in the playground feeling the early onset of a crush on the new girl in class.
That first meeting progressed to a coffee bar adjacent to the station. The initial rapport that existed during the conversations in the chatroom quickly manifested itself in the face to face scenario. The conversation flowed so naturally, that at the end of the 30 minutes it took to drink the coffee; any onlooker would have regarded them as friends who had known each other for a much longer period of time. Time was against them, but they knew they had the opportunity to meet later, and so they reluctantly parted. Suddenly he caught her eye as she was about to move away and head off in her own direction. Without thinking and as naturally as if it were an everyday occurrence, he moved his head towards her. Had he thought about what he was doing it would never have happened. Amazingly she did not pull away in shock. In fact her head moved towards his until their lips touched for just the briefest of seconds. He was immediately electrified by the electricity that flowed during that nanosecond. He held his head still mesmerised before nature took over and he moved forward for another moment of bliss. Time stopped as their lips engaged and he could have held time suspended for that moment forever. Suddenly the spell was broken. He smiled a sheepish grin and she disappeared down the stairs.
The spark that was ignited in that moment lived on in his head for the whole day. Time dragged so slowly as he longed to meet her again that evening. The evening finally arrived and the natural conversation was easily resumed. A couple of drinks and pleasant conversation eschewed. He got lost in her eyes. She had the most dramatic effect of her. He could hardly concentrate on what she was saying to him as he was mesmerised by her enigmatic features. It wasn’t long before that lingering kiss forced its way to the forefront of his mind, and during a walk through the early autumn chill, he could resist no longer and he pulled her towards him to rekindle the embrace. The gentle beginning rose slowly to a more passionate kiss with a slowly building crescendo. His hormones were not immune to the sensuality of the moment and he was embarrassed at the obviousness of his arousal. She must have been able to sense the effect she was having on him, but she seemed to respond warmly to his embrace.
Time raced on from that point and that first encounter was over all too soon. Something had begun however and they both knew it was far more than either of them had expected. They both harboured unasked questions, but both knew they would keep for another time.
The pattern of subsequent meetings were not dissimilar from that first one. The passions that were unleashed between them were always slightly more profound each time, but the physical interlude between never culminated in the ultimate interaction. There appeared to be some kind of silent acknowledgement between them that they would know when it was the right time. What did become more pronounced between them was the ease of their dialogue. He was shocked that after only a couple of weeks he found himself totally at ease in her company. She made him feel totally relaxed. She made him feel good about himself, wanted, worth something and she was without doubt an amazing person. The intensity of his feeling for her grew with every encounter and she quickly established herself as someone for whom he had a great deal of affection. He felt like he could tell her anything. She had kind of captured a part of himself that he never really knew existed. A piece of him he had never given to anyone before. That excited him enormously, but made him feel strangely vulnerable at the same time.
The subjects of their conversations varied wildly. Music, films, interests, loves hates, religion, the past, and their families, little snippets of information that elicited more and more questions. They both seemed equally hungry for more information about each other. His thirst to know her became insatiable. Slowly their conversations became more and more intimate. Probing questions about sensual situations, likes and dislikes, what caused arousal and stimulation. His questions became bolder and bolder. One day he thought he had overstepped the mark when he enquired about her sexual desires and any that had been held secret and unfulfilled. He was astounded by her response as she freely admitted she had always harboured desires to dominate and control. As he read the words, a response to an e-mailed question his spine tingled. She had touched a nerve he had always known existed but he had never shared with anyone. The pattern of coincidence that existed between them whereby she seem to say what he felt had manifested itself in his vary deepest and darkest desire. She had unwittingly portrayed herself as his ultimate fantasy as, for some reason he could never understand, he held a deep rooted and extremely strong desire to be dominated by a woman. It couldn’t be any woman. It had to be a woman he trusted totally, such that he could give himself totally to her. She would have complete control over him to direct at her will. In order for that scenario to manifest itself, he had to be able to have ultimate trust in her discretion. Now what was he to do? He had no choice but to tell her. She had been honest with him and so he had to reciprocate. He was fearful of her response.
He could only guess at what she really thought. Did she really believe him? He could have just been saying that to play along with what she had written. However there was something about his earnest replies that made her know he wasn’t lying. She knew she could dominate him. She knew he would do anything she wanted. That though aroused her enormously. She hatched a plan.
They had often discussed how they might spend their time together. They never had enough time. Time always passed too quickly. One of the reasons they had never taken their sexual yearnings to their ultimate conclusion was because the right opportunity had never presented itself. He respected her too much to just have sex for the sake of it. That said, had she used her knowledge of his urge to be dominated to effect she could have easily made him strip naked in the car when it was parked on the side of the country lane as it had been on numerous occasions and made him do to her, or himself whatever it was that she desired from him. She however remained unaware of exactly how much power she did hold over him. As a result their meetings had been intimate, but thus far restricted to cuddling and kissing. The romance enjoyed by both of them for the first time since they had been in their mid teens and embarking on their first journey’s of discovery. This was to be a whole new journey for the pair of them as they embarked on a voyage to places neither of them had ever been before. They had both spoken about trying to arrange some quality time together and they had finally both managed to orchestrate plausible excuses to enable them to book a night away together in a hotel. He didn’t know what she might want to do, but he harboured hopes that they might finally get to consummate their blossoming relationship. He had wondered if he had been wise to confide in her about his secret fantasy of being submissive. She had gone strangely quiet on the subject. Every time he had tried to steer the conversation in that direction she had avoided his probing. There appeared to be no lack of intimacy. They still kissed passionately. She still seemed to get aroused by him, and she could tell that she was still having the same stimulating effect on him. Their physical attraction appeared to be undiminished by his frank admission to her. She had also not mentioned her leaning towards domination. He felt it best to not mention it further.
They agreed to meet in a fairly basic hotel not far from the station where there meetings had become a regular occurrence. It was plain and simple, but comfortable and clean. He suggested that they meet at the hotel, check in and then head out for a nice romantic meal somewhere, followed by a few drinks in a bar. It would be time for them to be a proper couple, without the shackles of time and constraints of timetables. The whole concept filled him with a warm feeling, and he was genuinely excited about the prospect of a normal date with this special woman. During the afternoon he got a call to say she was running a little early and would meet him at the hotel. About an hour later, just as he was about to leave work to meet her, she texted him to say the hotel was fine, she was relaxing with a glass of red wine and she was in room 68, last door on the right on level 6. He arrived at the hotel, the receptionist was expecting him. As he had been told he was directed to the sixth floor. He knocked on the door and felt that same juvenile nervous excitement he always felt when he knew he was going to see her. This time it was intensified as he knew he had the whole night to enjoy her company. The door opened and she looked as stunning as always. She was wearing a casual outfit and he wasn’t sure whether she intended to change, or whether she was happy to head out in the jeans and casual top she was wearing. He hadn’t really thought about it before. She was beautiful in whatever she wore. Tonight was no exception, He looked closely at her and he momentarily lost his concentration as he swam briefly in the beautiful pools that were her eyes. He soaked up her sensuality, and sensed an unusual air about her. He went dizzy as she told him she was glad he could make it and invited him in. She gave him a glass of wine and took his bag from him. She said very little. She seemed a bit distant. Suddenly she spoke very directly.
“I want to know if you meant what you said about being dominated”. Her eyes pierced him demanding an answer, yet there was nothing threatening about her approach. He was taken aback by her directness although not unaccustomed to her being frank.. He stammered slightly
“Yes, yes of course I was” he went on trying to justify himself, “you know I wouldn’t lie to you”
“Well I hope not, but I need to know if you REALLY meant it?”
“Yes darling of course I REALLY meant it”
“So you would do ANYTHING I asked you to do? You would give yourself COMPLETELY to me. You would obey my every command unquestioningly?”
“For you sweetheart, if were not illegal between two consenting adults, and it remained between us, then I would do absolutely anything for you, to please you”
She considered his response briefly
“OK we shall see exactly how truthful you are then. You can start by taking all your clothes off and giving them to me”
He was momentarily shocked. He hadn’t expected that. Not for one minute. Was she joking? He considered she might be testing him. He shot her a quizzical look.
“I am not going to tell you again” There was a subtle shift in her tone. Again, not threatening, just very authoritative and very commanding, “Are going to obey me or not?”
With that he knew he had no choice. He took off his coat and jacket and placed them on the bed. Already the state of his arousal was obvious through his restrictive trousers. He unbuttoned his shirt and she grinned as he handed it to her.
“Your shoes and socks next, and then your trousers”. He did as she commanded. “Lastly your underpants”
He was stood there in nothing but his tight black boxers on and he knew he was utterly hers. She sensed his hesitation. He enlarged member was utterly erect and pushing at the elasticated waistband of his underwear.
“You will remove your shorts and hand them to me. You will stand there totally naked with your erection pointing towards me. You will look me in the eye and you will do all that I command. Is that understood?”
“It is understood. I am yours my darling”
With that he hooked his thumbs in to his waistband and pulled the elastic over his throbbing member. He was already painfully erect and the release from the constriction was welcome. As he lowered his boxers he was aware of his total vulnerability. He was truly hers. As he handed her his last item of clothing, he knew that he was embarking on anew journey where the woman who stood before him and her every pleasure would be his only focus for the time she was able to be with her in these circumstances. He didn’t have a clue what lay ahead of him, tonight or beyond. He was just so desperate not to disappoint…………………………….
(EMMA CONTINUES FROM HERE)
