First Meeting

[SubmissiveMidwesternMan]

I sat in the sea of faces, watching as you spoke. The way you moved on the stage presenting was mesmerizing and I couldn’t help but bite my lip lightly, finding myself hanging on your every word. Your words impacting me deeply, each syllable having a profound effect as I contemplated what you were saying. At the end of your presentation, when the audience was filing out and the speakers were making polite small talk and having refreshments I made my way to you. Waiting for the group around you to thin and dissipate, but keeping an eye on you. Finally, as the adoring around you waned I made my way to you.

A small, confident smile as I approach, but movements hesitant and unsure until you provide a reassuring smile directly at me, as if to signal I could approach. My smile widens and I hurry towards you. A soft hello and introduction before I find myself thanking you for your presentation and the information you provided, before a conversation begins to flow. There was no ebb in words or emotions as we spoke to one another and all other's moved away from us, knowing we were discussing something in-depth. Thankful I had waited to approach until you had had enough time to deal with business, but not long enough to have missed you.

He was a professional man, in charge of many people and important business, confident in his position and place in the big scheme of things and yet I could see something different in him. Was he submissive, or just submissive in regards to me? I couldn't tell if he was aware of his submissiveness or how far it went.

You asked me to go for a light meal at a local diner. “Only if you let me pay,” I reply. At which you smile and arch an eyebrow above your shimmering emerald green eye, and I'm lost. The simple movement causing me to hesitate and back track quickly, ‘if it is okay with you of course.’ Your radiant smile instantly lets me know that it was, so I offer my arm to escort you to the restaurant.

 

[SubmissiveMidwesternMan]

That was how it all began. I knelt in front of her chair, boxer briefs and plain white t-shirt clinging to my body. And those were the thoughts pouring through my head, the memories of when we met. Head down, staring at the floor in front of my knees, hands clasped lightly behind my back, told to wait here, but for how long? It had already been about an hour near as I could guess and the stiffness that came from being left like this was starting to mount, but I move... I couldn’t, I needed her to see me like this to know I’d wait as long as she required. The pleasant memories of that fateful day enough to sustain me for as long as it would take. Finally, as the minutes ticked by I heard the sounds of her movements, shoes or boots, and the light click they left as she walked around. A creak of a floorboard. Renewing my concentration, desiring to see what adores her feet, but fighting in and focusing on the worn floorboard in front of me, when all I crave is that glimpse of her.

 

[bicurnow]

The clicks grow louder as you approach. Suddenly I hear a harsh voice I do not recognize. The command, "loose your clothes" echoed through the chamber. I did not hesitate to comply.

 

[SubmissiveMidwesternMan]

The deep red of your shoes comes into view, and instantly I'm lost, back to thoughts of the day we met and the shade of red you wore on your lips. Waves of memories from that meal course through me, how things have changed but the most important ones remain the same.

Conversation came easy that night. You had a natural confidence that somehow put me at ease and left me lost at the same time, and more importantly you knew it. The way you'd lean forward to talk to me made it feel so intimate and close, and yet you kept me yearning for more, how I wanted to touch your hand but if I moved my hand towards yours at all you quickly withdrew. It was a game to you can you wanted that play, I didn't see it then but it was so clear now. How could it not be when your every move had led to my frequent begging to be right here, at the floor by your feet.

 

[SubmissiveMidwesternMan]

"You may begin" she softly replies. My mind goes to the first time you had me do this, that very first night. After a delightful dinner and conversation, we were walking arm-and-arm back to the hotel, and while the cool night air teased at my skin your delicate, light perfume kept me intoxicated for you. We went through the the lobby, the elevator ride up gave me time to contemplate how to end the evening, should I try to give you a kiss?

At the door of your room, I leaned towards you desiring the to feel your lips against mine, but you stopped me. "Come in for a drink" you state in a commanding tone, instantly helping me not worry about the kiss, but I can't find my words and instead give a little nod to answer yes.