The Interview [submissive female(s) needed]

[Dr_O]

OOC:

I am still considering additional female writers for this thread. Please PM me if you would like to be interviewed.

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.”

*****

 

[impatient]

My eyes were glued to the ad, and my lips parted- in a state of confusion and desire. What th-?

Dominate male, submissive female…my mind played the words over and over. It was something unfamiliar, yet something about it was completely comforting. Should I reply?, I mused, letting his words settle inside me for while. “Well, why not? What do I have to lose?” I said aloud, then laughed, rolling my eyes, “He probably won’t respond anyway. Here goes….”

Dear Sir,

I am responding to your ad online looking for a submissive. Although I am inexperienced with Dominance and submission, I felt compelled to respond. Something about you intrigues me.

I have a boyfriend right now, and I do love him, but- I just don’t feel very satisfied with our lovemaking. I’m restless and looking for something more….

I confess, while I was reading your ad, my breasts starting tingling and my panties were wet by the time I was finished. That has never happened to me before. Could this be what I have been missing?

I am 25, very fit with curves, have shoulder length light brown hair, brown eyes. I enclosed a picture of myself as you had requested. I hope it pleases you. Please let me know what you decide. Thank you.

Yours sincerely,
Jennifer

Now for that picture....hmmm. Clicking on a private folder, I glanced through some recent photographs I had taken recently while my boyfriend was gone for a few days. I was feeling a little lustful one night, wearing my sexy lingerie- experimenting with some provocative poses.

Yesss...this is the one. I was wearing a full length fishnet bodystocking, with 5 inch heels I ordered online. I was bent over an overstuffed white chair, legs slightly spread, hands on the chair seat, and just happened to look over my shoulder at just the right time, with only my eyes showing. I silently giggled, covering my mouth with my hand as I often did when I was nervous and attached it to the email.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and pressed SEND.

 

[Dr_O]

After sending the email, Jennifer closed her laptop and turned out the light. She felt oddly nervous, a little guilty, as if she had done something wrong. But I haven't done anything wrong, she thought to herself. Besides, the whole thing is probably a joke anyway, she thought. She tossed and turned for a few minutes, but before long she fell asleep.

The next day, Jennifer checked her email more than a hundred times. Any time she would have a short break at work, she would log on to her personal account, hoping to see a reply from this "dominant male" who had posted the classified ad. But there was nothing but spam, an unfunny link forwarded to her by her mother, and a couple of boring updates from her friends.

But then, toward the end of the day, Jennifer received an email from her boyfriend, Michael, asking her if she wanted to have dinner the following night. She replied and said she would love to, and then smiled and went about the rest of her day. That night, she left her laptop closed as she crawled into bed, then fell asleep almost instantly, smiling as she looked forward to her date the next night.

The next morning, Jennifer woke up even before her alarm clock went off and stretched lazily, watching the first rays of sun trickling in her bedroom window. She smiled as she thought about seeing Michael that night and wondered where he would take her for dinner. She yawned as she absently flipped open her laptop and logged into her personal email account, out of habit as much as anything else.

She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw one new, unread email: "INTERVIEW." Her stomach fluttered nervously. The man -- the "dominant male" -- had written her back! She held her breath as she opened the email and read:

"Interview tonight. 6pm @ 1212 Market Street, by the wharf. Do not tell anyone. Do not be late."

 

[impatient]

I couldn’t help the smile that crept up on my lips…..He responded! The butterflies in my stomach were relentlessly fluttering, and I felt my heart pumping wildly in my chest- an ache that cried out for this mysterious Dominant.

Interview tonight? I gasped. What about dinner with Michael? I sucked air in deeply through my clenched teeth, wondering what I was going to tell him to get out of it. I could use one of my migraine stories, but then maybe he would come over to sit with me…..Oh! I got it, I thought, and grabbed my cell phone.

“Michael, hi babe…..Yes, I love you too….Listen, about tonight….can we reschedule? I know, I’m sorry, I was looking forward to it too….Ginny had a huge fight with Steve again and she is a complete mess- I have to comfort her!….I promise, I will make it up to you…..You are so bad! Giggling…..Okay, thanks for understanding…Love you…bye.

The day progressed, and I could do little but think about my interview. The “What if’s” plagued me all afternoon. I gave myself pep talks as the hours passed….You are a grown woman....you can do this.....it’s just like a blind date...... you can leave if you want to, etc.

I slipped on my black crossover knit dress, the length a little above my knee, thigh high nude stockings, a satin red thong, and red heels with some simple pieces of jewelry. Not overkill, but sexy enough.

Working in the city, I was familiar with the area he suggested. I arrived at the wharf promptly at 5 minutes to six.

Thank God I brought along a little flask to take the edge off. I took a few sips of tequila, felt the delicious burn down my throat, and licked my lips. This is it.

I tottered around the car, looking for my potential Dominant. Well, at least he knows what I look like. I leaned on the side of the hood, looking down and digging my heel in the gravel of the tarmac, when I heard a voice behind me.

 

[Dr_O]

"Jennifer?"

Jennifer turned and was stunned to see a statuesque, 6-foot-tall blonde woman approaching her car. She wore a flowing ivory dress that matched her pale skin -- in fact, everything about her was pale except for high heels and her lips, which were an identical shade of fire-engine red.

The blonde woman smiled. "He's expecting you. You can go on inside," she said, motioning toward the one-story office building in front of them. "It's really just one big room in there. Please have a seat and he'll be right with you."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Am I really doing this? I don't know this person, he could be some psycho. I have a very sweet, normal, safe, sleeping boyfriend. Why am I even contemplating sending a response?

Because deep down you know that what you have with him isn't enough. The things that I want from him, what I want him to do to me; I can't even verbalize, they're just wrong. The things that I think about, having someone take control of me, doing whatever they want, they make me feel ashamed.

And hot.

So what's it going to be? If we stay together, this is it, forever. I need to feel naughty for once. I need to be out of control.

Dear Sir,
I can't lie, I really have no idea what I'm doing. All that I know is that what you said is what I needed to hear. I am really not very experienced, but if you are willing to overlook that, I would like an interview.
Thank you, F

 

[Dr_O]

Am I really doing this? I don't know this person, he could be some psycho. I have a very sweet, normal, safe, sleeping boyfriend. Why am I even contemplating sending a response?
Because deep down you know that what you have with him isn't enough. The things that I want from him, what I want him to do to me; I can't even verbalize, they're justwrong. The things that I think about, having someone take control of me, do what they whatever they want, they make me feel ashamed. And hot.
So what's it going to be? If we stay together, this is it, forever. I need to feel naughty for once. I need to be out of control.

Dear Sir,
I can't lie, I really have no idea what I'm doing. All that I know is that what you said is what I needed to hear. I am really not very experienced, but if you are willing to overlook that, I would like an interview.
Thank you, F

After sending the email, she closed her laptop and turned out the light. She felt oddly nervous, a little guilty, as if she had done something wrong. But I haven't done anything wrong, she thought to herself. Besides, the whole thing is probably a joke anyway, she thought. She tossed and turned for a few minutes, but before long she fell asleep.

The next day, she checked her email more than a hundred times. Any time she would have a short break at work, she would log on to her personal account, hoping to see a reply from this "dominant male" who had posted the classified ad. But there was nothing but spam, an unfunny link forwarded to her by her mother, and a couple of boring updates from her friends.

But then, toward the end of the day, she received an email from her boyfriend, Michael, asking her if she wanted to have dinner the following night. She replied and said she would love to, and then smiled and went about the rest of her day. That night, she left her laptop closed as she crawled into bed, then fell asleep almost instantly, smiling as she looked forward to her date the next night.

The next morning, she woke up even before her alarm clock went off and stretched lazily, watching the first rays of sun trickling in her bedroom window. She smiled as she thought about seeing Michael that night and wondered where he would take her for dinner. She yawned as she absently flipped open her laptop and logged into her personal email account, out of habit as much as anything else.

She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw one new, unread email: "INTERVIEW." Her stomach fluttered nervously. The man -- the "dominant male" -- had written her back! She held her breath as she opened the email and read:

"Interview tonight. 6pm @ 1212 Market Street, by the wharf. Do not tell anyone. Do not be late."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Oh my god, oh my god! Crazy, I know, but I feel like I'm at a crossroads, and the decision that I make concerning this "interview" is going to set the course for the rest of my life.

If I don't show up- no big deal, this guy doesn't even know who I am. If I go to meet Michael for dinner as planned, I go to make peace with my inevitably very ordinary future. I will never have the guts to attempt something like this again. I'll be the kind of woman that everyone expects me to be.

If I go tonight, something is going to change. Maybe this guy will be a big turn-off, I might make excuses and leave prematurely. But either way, I will have opened a door that can't be shut. If I do this, I'll be giving myself permission to be wanton, dirty. There is no coming back from that. I need to decide now if that is a side of myself that I want to explore.

I crawl out of bed and head towards the shower. As the water falls over my tensed body I really give thought to my decision. Post-shower, I stand in front of my mirror and look myself up and down. Long, shapely legs, a tear dropped bum, and a gently sloping belly. My breasts are rounded and heavy, my pink nipples sharpened in the coolness of my apartment. My eyes lift to meet my own in the mirror's reflection. I smile.

It's been a long time. Let's see, what does a girl wear to an interview?

 

[Dr_O]

Oh my god, oh my god! Crazy, I know, but I feel like I'm at a crossroads, and the decision that I make concerning this "interview" is going to set the course for the rest of my life.

If I don't show up- no big deal, this guy doesn't even know who I am. If I go to meet Michael for dinner as planned, I go to make peace with my inevitably very ordinary future. I will never have the guts to attempt something like this again. I'll be the kind of woman that everyone expects me to be.

If I go tonight, something is going to change. Maybe this guy will be a big turn-off, I might make excuses and leave prematurely. But either way, I will have opened a door that can't be shut. If I do this, I'll be giving myself permission to be wanton, dirty. There is no coming back from that. I need to decide now if that is a side of myself that I want to explore.

I crawl out of bed and head towards the shower. As the water falls over my tensed body I really give thought to my decision. Post-shower, I stand in front of my mirror and look myself up and down. Long, shapely legs, a tear dropped bum, and a gently sloping belly. My breasts are rounded and heavy, my pink nipples sharpened in the coolness of my apartment. My eyes lift to meet my own in the mirror's reflection. I smile.

It's been a long time. Let's see, what does a girl wear to an interview?

OOC: Please quote the post you are responding to, so we don't get too confused.

 

[Dr_O]

Oh my god, oh my god! Crazy, I know, but I feel like I'm at a crossroads, and the decision that I make concerning this "interview" is going to set the course for the rest of my life.

If I don't show up- no big deal, this guy doesn't even know who I am. If I go to meet Michael for dinner as planned, I go to make peace with my inevitably very ordinary future. I will never have the guts to attempt something like this again. I'll be the kind of woman that everyone expects me to be.

If I go tonight, something is going to change. Maybe this guy will be a big turn-off, I might make excuses and leave prematurely. But either way, I will have opened a door that can't be shut. If I do this, I'll be giving myself permission to be wanton, dirty. There is no coming back from that. I need to decide now if that is a side of myself that I want to explore.

I crawl out of bed and head towards the shower. As the water falls over my tensed body I really give thought to my decision. Post-shower, I stand in front of my mirror and look myself up and down. Long, shapely legs, a tear dropped bum, and a gently sloping belly. My breasts are rounded and heavy, my pink nipples sharpened in the coolness of my apartment. My eyes lift to meet my own in the mirror's reflection. I smile.

It's been a long time. Let's see, what does a girl wear to an interview?

IC: As she stands naked in her bathroom, she hears a 'ping' from the laptop on her bed. She walks over and looks at the screen. She has another new email with the subject "PICTURE." She clicks to open it. It reads:

"You have not submitted a picture. Following instructions is crucial. Submit a picture to me before 5pm or the interview is canceled."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

IC: As she stands naked in her bathroom, she hears a 'ping' from the laptop on her bed. She walks over and looks at the screen. She has another new email with the subject "PICTURE." She clicks to open it. It reads:

"You have not submitted a picture. Following instructions is crucial. Submit a picture to me before 5pm or the interview is canceled."

I feel my cheeks blushing. Really, how could I have overlooked instructions that he had laid out so explicitly? I'm running late for work, so as I head out the door, I scan my phone for a suitable photo. I decide on a pic of me that was taken last summer while I was on a day hike with Michael. There's nothing overtly sexy about it; but it's me. 5'6, tall legs, strawberry blonde hair, wide green eyes and a big smile. I send it off, glad for the distraction of work. Without it, I'd be overwhelmed by the nervous anticipation.

 

[Dr_O]

I feel my cheeks blushing. Really, how could I have overlooked instructions that he had laid out so explicitly? I'm running late for work, so as I head out the door, I scan my phone for a suitable photo. I decide on a pic of me that was taken last summer while I was on a day hike with Michael. There's nothing overtly sexy about it; but it's me. 5'6, tall legs, strawberry blonde hair, wide green eyes and a big smile. I send it off, glad for the distraction of work. Without it, I'd be overwhelmed by the nervous anticipation.

The work day crawls by. She can hardly think of anything else but the interview. At 4pm, she checks her personal account and there is another new email: "RE: PICTURE." She opens it:

"Picture received. Interview will proceed as planned."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

The work day crawls by. She can hardly think of anything else but the interview. At 4pm, she checks her personal account and there is another new email: "RE: PICTURE." She opens it:

"Picture received. Interview will proceed as planned."

My cab pulls up to the address on Market Street that I had given the driver. It's still early in the evening, true, but I don't make a habit of being near the waterfront alone after dark. I consider asking the driver to wait for me. But I honestly have no idea how long an interview for the position of submissive slut might go on for. I pay my fare and step out of the car. The trench coat that I decided to wear over my short, formfitting dress is doing little to guard against the chilly wind. As the cab pulls away, I look around for any sign of him.

 

[Dr_O]

My cab pulls up to the address on Market Street that I had given the driver. It's still early in the evening, true, but I don't make a habit of being near the waterfront alone after dark. I consider asking the driver to wait for me. But I honestly have no idea how long an interview for the position of submissive slut might go on for. I pay my fare and step out of the car. The trench coat that I decided to wear over my short, formfitting dress is doing little to guard against the chilly wind. As the cab pulls away, I look around for any sign of him.

She is standing in front of a one-story office building. As soon as the cab turns the corner, the double doors at the entrance swing open and a stunning 6-foot blonde woman walks outside. Her flowing ivory dress perfectly matches her pale skin -- in fact, everything about her is pale except for her high heels and her lips, which are both an identical shade of fire-engine red. The blonde woman walks over, smiling.

"He's expecting you," she says. "Go on inside, it's just one big room in there. Have a seat and he will be right with you."

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

She is standing in front of a one-story office building. As soon as the cab turns the corner, the double doors at the entrance swing open and a stunning 6-foot blonde woman walks outside. Her flowing ivory dress perfectly matches her pale skin -- in fact, everything about her is pale except for her high heels and her lips, which are both an identical shade of fire-engine red. The blonde woman walks over, smiling.

"He's expecting you," she says. "Go on inside, it's just one big room in there. Have a seat and he will be right with you."

I give a small smile to the woman and thank her before entering the building. I've always been considered pretty, but if his other women all look like the blonde amazon that I passed on the way in, he may be in for a disappointment. I have to bite my lip to stifle a giggle, just another concubine in the Sultan's harem.

There is a small seating area to the right of the entrance. I sit perched on the edge of a large wing-backed chair. I feel nervous, but also terribly excited. What is going to happen now?

 

[Dr_O]

I give a small smile to the woman and thank her before entering the building. I've always been considered pretty, but if his other women all look like the blonde amazon that I passed on the way in, he may be in for a disappointment. I have to bite my lip to stifle a giggle, just another concubine in the Sultan's harem.

There is a small seating area to the right of the entrance. I sit perched on the edge of a large wing-backed chair. I feel nervous, but also terribly excited. What is going to happen now?

There are two wing-backed chairs in the room, facing each other about 15 feet apart, and nothing else. Other than the double doors at the entrance, there is one other, a plain single-hinge door on the far side of the room. The chairs, floor, ceiling and walls are all a deep charcoal gray. The room is brilliantly lit, but the light is warm, not harsh.

After a few minutes, the far door opens and a man strides confidently into the room. He immediately looks directly into her eyes and smiles broadly. He is tall -- perhaps 6'2" -- and lean. It is hard to tell how old he might be -- 35? 45? He has short black hair, graying just a touch at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He is wearing a crisp white oxford dress shirt and black slacks and shoes. There is a confident, easy grace in his walk. He looks... efficient, is the word that comes to mind.

He strides across the room to her, still smiling, and sits down smoothly in the chair opposite her. He never breaks eye contact with her, never loses that easy, confident smile as he settles into his chair.

"Good evening," he says, still looking directly at her. His voice is a rich, soothing baritone. "Thank you for coming tonight. Since you said in your email that you are not very experienced, I am assuming that you have never done anything like this before, so I will take it from the top.

"The first thing you need to know is that tonight, you are free to leave whenever you choose. The door behind you is unlocked, and I have a car waiting outside to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go.

"But if you choose to stay, I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. If you hear a question that you do not want to answer, all you have to do is stand up and walk out of this building, and you and I will never see each other again.

"But if you choose to stay, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview, so if at any point you cannot give me that, I want you to stand up and leave.

"Now, before you decide whether we should go any further, you should understand one thing very clearly. This interview is about sex. This is not a date, and you are not my potential girlfriend. If I choose you to be my new submissive, you may very well fall in love with me, and I may fall in love with you. But that would be incidental. The driving force of this interview -- and whatever may result from it -- is pure animal sexuality and lust, and there will be no way for either of us to pretend otherwise.

"If that is not what you thought this interview would be, then you are welcome to go now. But if you understand clearly why we are here and would still like to go forward, then we can begin the interview.

"What do you say?"

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

There are two wing-backed chairs in the room, facing each other about 15 feet apart, and nothing else. Other than the double doors at the entrance, there is one other, a plain single-hinge door on the far side of the room. The chairs, floor, ceiling and walls are all a deep charcoal gray. The room is brilliantly lit, but the light is warm, not harsh.

After a few minutes, the far door opens and a man strides confidently into the room. He immediately looks directly into her eyes and smiles broadly. He is tall -- perhaps 6'2" -- and lean. It is hard to tell how old he might be -- 35? 45? He has short black hair, graying just a touch at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He is wearing a crisp white oxford dress shirt and black slacks and shoes. There is a confident, easy grace in his walk. He looks... efficient, is the word that comes to mind.

He strides across the room to her, still smiling, and sits down smoothly in the chair opposite her. He never breaks eye contact with her, never loses that easy, confident smile as he settles into his chair.

"Good evening," he says, still looking directly at her. His voice is a rich, soothing baritone. "Thank you for coming tonight. Since you said in your email that you are not very experienced, I am assuming that you have never done anything like this before, so I will take it from the top.

"The first thing you need to know is that tonight, you are free to leave whenever you choose. The door behind you is unlocked, and I have a car waiting outside to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go.

"But if you choose to stay, I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. If you hear a question that you do not want to answer, all you have to do is stand up and walk out of this building, and you and I will never see each other again.

"But if you choose to stay, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview, so if at any point you cannot give me that, I want you to stand up and leave.

"Now, before you decide whether we should go any further, you should understand one thing very clearly. This interview is about sex. This is not a date, and you are not my potential girlfriend. If I choose you to be my new submissive, you may very well fall in love with me, and I may fall in love with you. But that would be incidental. The driving force of this interview -- and whatever may result from it -- is pure animal sexuality and lust, and there will be no way for either of us to pretend otherwise.

"If that is not what you thought this interview would be, then you are welcome to go now. But if you understand clearly why we are here and would still like to go forward, then we can begin the interview.

"What do you say?"

It is quite possible that I've never been more turned on than I am at this moment. My eyes have just finished raking over his seated form. His confidence, his bluntness draws me in. It's so strange- I had been so nervous about responding to his posting, and then about coming to the interview, but now... it feels right that I should be here. I am craving the discomfort that his questioning will bring. I clear my throat.

"Yes sir. I would like to stay."

 

[Dr_O]

It is quite possible that I've never been more turned on than I am at this moment. My eyes have just finished raking over his seated form. His confidence, his bluntness draws me in. It's so strange- I had been so nervous about responding to his posting, and then about coming to the interview, but now... it feels right that I should be here. I am craving the discomfort that his questioning will bring. I clear my throat.

"Yes sir. I would like to stay."

He smiles again.

"Very good," he says. "Let's get right to it. Right now, I would like for you to tell me how you masturbate." He looks right into her eyes, unblinking, unwavering. "I want to know the physical details of how you pleasure yourself and I want to know what you think about when you do. And then I want to know what thoughts turn you on the most -- what are you thinking about when you start to cum?"

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

He smiles again.

"Very good," he says. "Let's get right to it. Right now, I would like for you to tell me how you masturbate." He looks right into her eyes, unblinking, unwavering. "I want to know the physical details of how you pleasure yourself and I want to know what you think about when you do. And then I want to know what thoughts turn you on the most -- what are you thinking about when you start to cum?"

It's strange, but I don't feel uncomfortable answering this question for him. Maybe it's the unflinching way that he approaches the subject.

"Well, sometimes it's as simple as using the shower head, but that's not terribly exciting. When I have the time, I really like to lay back and use my hand. My breasts are very sensitive, so sometimes I'll start there. I like to lightly rub my palm across them at first, and then use my fingers to rub my nipples. Sometimes I lick my fingers so that the moisture will imitate a lovers kiss. There's probably nothing that I like better than having my nipples sucked.

Then I'll move a hand down over my mound. I like to tease myself with gentle caresses. By now I should be wet, and I'll use two fingers to move across my opening, collecting moisture. I'll move my fingers up and rub softly, but I haven't touched my clit yet.

I can be thinking about whatever happens to be turning me on at the moment. Someone else is always in control. Sometimes I'm being coerced into it. There might be two men, or a man and a woman. But I'm not doing anything to the woman...maybe kissing. But she might be doing stuff to me.

I'm circling my clit now, fingers moving down occasionally to dip inside. In my mind, the guy I'm with, he might be putting me in an uncomfortable position. Something that I don't want to be happening, only I do. He could have pulled me into a closet at a party, or kept me after class to talk about my schoolwork. He may be taciturn in life, but when he's inside me I love to feel his hot breath in my ear. Sometimes he's calling me every nasty name in the book, other times he likes to talk to me about exactly what he's doing to me, and sometimes he just moans his pleasure.

The circling becomes faster and the pressure of my fingers increases. Sometimes the ache inside is too consuming, and I'll use my glass dildo. I might imagine the feel of two cocks inside me.

And then, it will happen. I'm really not thinking about anything when I'm actually coming. I mean that's kind of the whole point, right? La petite mort, and all that."

I look up at him. I've never discussed this with anyone, not even my closest girl friends.

 

[impatient]

"Jennifer?"

Jennifer turned and was stunned to see a statuesque, 6-foot-tall blonde woman approaching her car. She wore a flowing ivory dress that matched her pale skin -- in fact, everything about her was pale except for high heels and her lips, which were an identical shade of fire-engine red.

The blonde woman smiled. "He's expecting you. You can go on inside," she said, motioning toward the one-story office building in front of them. "It's really just one big room in there. Please have a seat and he'll be right with you."

Startled, I couldn’t help the involuntary sharp intake of breath as my name was not only spoken, but imparted from a women’s sultry lips. A woman? And not just any woman….a stunning lithe blond creature who looked like she stepped out of Vogue magazine. The smell of her perfume, a sweet exotic musk combined with the crisp night air enveloped me. My shoulders sank a little and I expelled that deep breath audibly. Ohh! If he is expecting someone like her, he is going to be sorely disappointed. But, no, he did see my picture, I thought. He knows what I look like and still went along with the interview. I gathered up my courage, and responded.

“Yes, ahem… I’m Jennifer,” I said, clearing my throat, and trying not to appear nervous.

Her red luscious lips curved into a warm easy smile, and her voice was exquisite-a deep dark honey as she purred my instructions and motioned for me to go inside. This was now turning into a dream, unlike anything I had ever experienced, and my vision clouded with lust and desire. I glided across the lot and found myself in front of the door. Trembling, I turned the handle, stepped inside, and took a seat.

 

[Dr_O]

It's strange, but I don't feel uncomfortable answering this question for him. Maybe it's the unflinching way that he approaches the subject.

"Well, sometimes it's as simple as using the shower head, but that's not terribly exciting. When I have the time, I really like to lay back and use my hand. My breasts are very sensitive, so sometimes I'll start there. I like to lightly rub my palm across them at first, and then use my fingers to rub my nipples. Sometimes I lick my fingers so that the moisture will imitate a lovers kiss. There's probably nothing that I like better than having my nipples sucked.

Then I'll move a hand down over my mound. I like to tease myself with gentle caresses. By now I should be wet, and I'll use two fingers to move across my opening, collecting moisture. I'll move my fingers up and rub softly, but I haven't touched my clit yet.

I can be thinking about whatever happens to be turning me on at the moment. Someone else is always in control. Sometimes I'm being coerced into it. There might be two men, or a man and a woman. But I'm not doing anything to the woman...maybe kissing. But she might be doing stuff to me.

I'm circling my clit now, fingers moving down occasionally to dip inside. In my mind, the guy I'm with, he might be putting me in an uncomfortable position. Something that I don't want to be happening, only I do. He could have pulled me into a closet at a party, or kept me after class to talk about my schoolwork. He may be taciturn in life, but when he's inside me I love to feel his hot breath in my ear. Sometimes he's calling me every nasty name in the book, other times he likes to talk to me about exactly what he's doing to me, and sometimes he just moans his pleasure.

The circling becomes faster and the pressure of my fingers increases. Sometimes the ache inside is too consuming, and I'll use my glass dildo. I might imagine the feel of two cocks inside me.

And then, it will happen. I'm really not thinking about anything when I'm actually coming. I mean that's kind of the whole point, right? La petite mort, and all that."

I look up at him. I've never discussed this with anyone, not even my closest girl friends.

He sits quietly for a moment, regarding you intently but also casually, a bemused look on his face.

"Interesting," he says. "Most of the women who sit in that chair are terribly embarrassed when I ask them how they masturbate. But you answered straight away, even though I suspect that I am the first person you've ever told about your glass dildo. That is good.

"And it's also good to know that you are already comfortable using words like 'clit' and 'cock,' because I like to hear dirty talk from my subs. If I choose you, you will learn to speak like a five-dollar whore from Bridge Street. You will ask permission to suck all the cum out of my balls, and you will beg me to stretch out your tight little asshole with my big hard dick. And you've already shown me that it won't take much to get you talking like a filthy slut."

He pauses to watch you shift in your seat, and smiles again.

"But I am also disappointed, because it's obvious to me that you are holding something back, even though I asked you to be completely honest in your answers. You told me how it excites you to think about being controlled and dominated sexually, but then you told me that you don't really think about anything when you cum. And you and I both know that's not true."

The man pauses for a moment and sits back in his chair. The door behind him opens and the 6-foot blonde woman from the street walks into the room. She is still wearing the bright red heels and the bright red lipstick, but other than that, she is stark naked. She is thin, lithe, elegant. Her entire body gleams from the light of the room, pale except for the tiny pink nipples pointing out from her smallish breasts, and the light brown tuft of pubic hair between her legs. She walks over to the man's chair and turns her naked back to you, kneeling between the man's legs. Her tight, rounded white bottom is on display to you, her delicate pink vaginal lips and her tiny, puckered anus clearly visible. Her head is level with the man's crotch, and although you cannot see what she is doing, it is obvious that she is undoing his pants. In a moment, her head starts to bob slowly up and down, and there can be no doubt that she is sucking his penis.

The man does not even acknowledge the tall woman's presence. He sits back in his chair and looks directly at you.

"All of us have certain triggers, thoughts or images that are so exciting that they send us into a sexual frenzy. I, for example, love to have my cock worshiped. I imagine a beautiful young woman -- just like you -- on her knees with my prick in her mouth. She looks up at me while she sucks my dick, and licks my balls, and strokes my asshole with her finger, whatever I want, her whole world reduced to pleasing my cock and making it cum. Thinking about that makes me almost crazed with lust."

As he talks, the blonde woman's head continues to move up and down in the man's lap. You can occasionally hear her moan softly or make a lewd slurping sound.

"And I know you have a sexual trigger too, something that you think about when you are playing with yourself, something that excites you so much that it makes you cum. And because you wouldn't tell me what it is, I know it is something that embarrasses you. Thinking about it makes you feel dirty and ashamed, and it makes you wonder if you are a slut. You don't want to think about it, but you can't help it. When you're fucking yourself with that glass dildo, and you want to cum, you stop worrying about being a good girl and you let yourself become that slut, you let yourself be dirty, and wicked, and depraved, and that's when you cum, isn't it?

"And that's why you're here, because somewhere, deep down, you want to be that dirty slut, to give yourself over to all those wicked desires you're ashamed to even admit to yourself. That's why right now, even though you desperately want to avoid telling me those dirty thoughts that make you cum, your nipples are hard and your cunt is dripping wet, isn't it? Deep down, you want to tell me what a dirty slut you are, don't you?

"Well, this is your last chance, my beauty. Right now, you can either tell me all those dirty thoughts, or you can get up and go home. I ask you, for the second and final time: what do you think about when you cum?"

 

[Dr_O]

This was now turning into a dream, unlike anything I had ever experienced, and my vision clouded with lust and desire. I glided across the lot and found myself in front of the door. Trembling, I turned the handle, stepped inside, and took a seat.

There are two wing-backed chairs in the room, facing each other about 15 feet apart, and nothing else. Other than the double doors at the entrance, there is one other, a plain single-hinge door on the far side of the room. The chairs, floor, ceiling and walls are all a deep charcoal gray. The room is brilliantly lit, but the light is warm, not harsh.

After a few minutes, the far door opens and a man strides confidently into the room. He immediately looks directly into her eyes and smiles broadly. He is tall -- perhaps 6'2" -- and lean. It is hard to tell how old he might be -- 35? 45? He has short black hair, graying just a touch at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He is wearing a crisp white oxford dress shirt and black slacks and shoes. There is a confident, easy grace in his walk. He looks... efficient, is the word that comes to mind.

He strides across the room, still smiling, and sits down smoothly in the chair opposite her. He never breaks eye contact with you, never loses that easy, confident smile as he settles into his chair.

"Good evening, Jennifer," he says, still looking directly at you. His voice is a rich, soothing baritone. "Thank you for coming tonight. You said in your email that you are looking for something more. Well, this is more. A lot more. And if reading my classified ad made your panties wet, then you might be just what I am looking for. But before we start the actual interview, I want you to be sure of a couple of things.

"The first thing you need to know is that tonight, you are free to leave whenever you choose. The door behind you is unlocked, and I have a car waiting outside to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go.

"But if you choose to stay, I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. If you hear a question that you do not want to answer, all you have to do is stand up and walk out of this building, and you and I will never see each other again.

"But if you choose to stay, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview, so if at any point you cannot give me that, I want you to stand up and leave.

"Now, before you decide whether we should go any further, you should understand one thing very clearly. This interview is about sex. This is not a date, and you are not my potential girlfriend. If I choose you to be my new submissive, you may very well fall in love with me, and I may fall in love with you. But that would be incidental. The driving force of this interview -- and whatever may result from it -- is pure animal sexuality and lust, and there will be no way for either of us to pretend otherwise.

"If that is not what you thought this interview would be, then you are welcome to go now. But if you understand clearly why we are here and would still like to go forward, then we can begin the interview.

"What do you say?"

 

[impatient]

There are two wing-backed chairs in the room, facing each other about 15 feet apart, and nothing else. Other than the double doors at the entrance, there is one other, a plain single-hinge door on the far side of the room. The chairs, floor, ceiling and walls are all a deep charcoal gray. The room is brilliantly lit, but the light is warm, not harsh.

After a few minutes, the far door opens and a man strides confidently into the room. He immediately looks directly into her eyes and smiles broadly. He is tall -- perhaps 6'2" -- and lean. It is hard to tell how old he might be -- 35? 45? He has short black hair, graying just a touch at the temples, and piercing blue eyes. He is wearing a crisp white oxford dress shirt and black slacks and shoes. There is a confident, easy grace in his walk. He looks... efficient, is the word that comes to mind.

He strides across the room, still smiling, and sits down smoothly in the chair opposite her. He never breaks eye contact with you, never loses that easy, confident smile as he settles into his chair.

"Good evening, Jennifer," he says, still looking directly at you. His voice is a rich, soothing baritone. "Thank you for coming tonight. You said in your email that you are looking for something more. Well, this is more. A lot more. And if reading my classified ad made your panties wet, then you might be just what I am looking for. But before we start the actual interview, I want you to be sure of a couple of things.

"The first thing you need to know is that tonight, you are free to leave whenever you choose. The door behind you is unlocked, and I have a car waiting outside to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go.

"But if you choose to stay, I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. If you hear a question that you do not want to answer, all you have to do is stand up and walk out of this building, and you and I will never see each other again.

"But if you choose to stay, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview, so if at any point you cannot give me that, I want you to stand up and leave.

"Now, before you decide whether we should go any further, you should understand one thing very clearly. This interview is about sex. This is not a date, and you are not my potential girlfriend. If I choose you to be my new submissive, you may very well fall in love with me, and I may fall in love with you. But that would be incidental. The driving force of this interview -- and whatever may result from it -- is pure animal sexuality and lust, and there will be no way for either of us to pretend otherwise.

"If that is not what you thought this interview would be, then you are welcome to go now. But if you understand clearly why we are here and would still like to go forward, then we can begin the interview.

"What do you say?"

“Ohh, sweet Jesus…” I whispered as he strode into the room, never taking his icy blue eyes off of me. He was absolutely fucking breathtaking. I clamped down hard on my bottom lip to compose myself, the bitter taste of blood on my tongue from the bite. There is nothing more erotic to me than a man who knows how to look sharp. He was dressed impeccably, and the touch of gray at his temples made my nipples harden. This was a man- a full blooded, sexual predator…..and I shuddered.

I listened to him, his deep tones lulling me in a trance, one where I was completely alert, yet- completely in his thrall. He was beautiful, intelligent, confident, and sexually aware of himself and me. Could he read my mind? Does he know that I’m trembling?

I was in a panic…..I wasn’t sure if it was because he may ask me to leave, or ask me to stay.

He spelled it out very clearly. Some women might have been put off by his matter-of-fact- statement that “This interview is about sex.” I however, was completely turned on by it, and felt a warm bubble of liquid oozing out between my thighs.

What do I say?

“Yes, Sir….please…” I said softly, “I would like to stay.”

 

[Dr_O]

“Ohh, sweet Jesus…” I whispered as he strode into the room, never taking his icy blue eyes off of me. He was absolutely fucking breathtaking. I clamped down hard on my bottom lip to compose myself, the bitter taste of blood on my tongue from the bite. There is nothing more erotic to me than a man that knows how to look sharp. He was dressed impeccably, and the touch of gray at his temples made my nipples harden. This was a man- a full blooded, sexual predator…..and I shuddered.

I listened to him, his deep tones lulling me in a trance, one where I was completely alert, yet- completely in his thrall. He was beautiful, intelligent, confident, and sexually aware of himself and me. Could he read my mind? Does he know that I’m trembling?

I was in a panic…..I wasn’t sure if it was because he may ask me to leave, or ask me to stay.

He spelled it out very clearly. Some women might have been put off by his matter-of-fact- statement that “This interview is about sex.” I however, was completely turned on by it, and felt a warm bubble of liquid oozing out between my thighs.

What do I say?

“Yes, Sir….please…” I said softly, “I would like to stay.”

He smiled again.

"Very good," he said. "Let's get right to it. Right now, I would like for you to tell me how you masturbate."

He looked right into Jennifer's eyes, unblinking, unwavering. "I want to know the physical details of how you play with yourself and I want to know what you think about when you do. And then I want to know what thoughts turn you on the most -- what are you thinking about when you start to cum?"

 

[impatient]

He smiled again.

"Very good," he said. "Let's get right to it. Right now, I would like for you to tell me how you masturbate."

He looked right into Jennifer's eyes, unblinking, unwavering. "I want to know the physical details of how you play with yourself and I want to know what you think about when you do. And then I want to know what thoughts turn you on the most -- what are you thinking about when you start to cum?"

I knew immediately this was no child’s game….I was in a grown up’s world, and if I wanted to stay, I was going to have to share the most intimate details of my sexual life. There was no room for hesitation.

I swallowed hard, and began to tell him everything he asked for.

"Well, I…..sometimes, when the mood strikes me…I feel it, first a tingling in my p-pussy….and I’m wet. I usually start to take off clothes, sometimes leaving a blouse on and just getting naked from the waist down. I can masturbate anywhere…in my car, the living room while my boyfriend and I are watching television, him unaware if I choose to keep it a secret….

My favorite spot is in my bedroom, on my bed, completely spread out. My hands, drift down my belly, to my lips, gently caressing them, then sliding in my wet pink folds, finding that special spot, my clit, softly circling it on top, over and over, putting my fingers in my pussy, getting them nice and wet, then back to my clit. My legs bend and I raise them up, giving me better access to my g-spot.

I’m pretty vocal the whole time, softly moaning and whimpering, telling myself “You are such a dirty little slut….. filthy whore…. playing with yourself in the middle of the day”--thinking about what a slut I am turns me on the most…..then I start to pant wildly as the orgasm comes close….and then….then……as it hits, I scream my boyfriend’s name…”Michael, Michael….please…..fuck me….Yes, yes, yessss….”….and all I can see and think of while I orgasm is his face watching me cum."

"Sir."