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Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 38 [?]
Experience: 1,226,594
Next Level: 1,460,206
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"I think we should meet."
Over and over, again, I rolled the words across the tongue in my mind's mouth, like a buttery-toffee, leaving sweet trails of delight in its wake. A meeting. She and I. My mind raced with wild abandon at the possibilities.
Since the divorce from my loving wife of twenty years, I had precariously guarded my heart from experiencing such pain and loss again. That is why I had turned to the Internet. While online, I could satisfy the needs of my heart and my desires, without surrendering my safety. And over the past few months I had become quite close to a gentle and kindred soul by the name of Marie.
Her passion was like none I had ever seen. An exquisite pearl, hidden within the oyster of her own insecurities and self-doubts. And her own sexuality was a tribute to the female spirit. A bead of sensual ecstasy, lying dormant beneath the hood of a "proper lady", waiting to be awakened.
For an entire day, I sat in thought, weighing the pros and cons of such a meeting.
Logic insisted that I refuse the request. By agreeing to meet, I would only be setting myself up for yet another painful fall from grace.
But my heart insisted otherwise. If there was one thing that I had learned in my wife's absence, it was the need for companionship. After twenty years of sleeping with my wife in bed next to me, I found myself awake far too many restless nights, hoping to find that I was merely dreaming, and that, in deed, she was in bed beside me.
And so, with a deep sense of anxiety and excitement, with the risk that I was about to take, I responded to her request.
"I agree. Name the time and place, and I'll be there."
My finger poised above the enter key, I reconsidered one final time, before sending the message. All day I stayed online, hoping to hear from her. Hoping to know that she had been as anxious for my response, as I now was for hers.
And then my answer came.
"Terrific. We're in luck, because I discovered just this morning that I am to take a business trip to your city during the first weekend of next month. If you can scope out the entertainment, then I will provide the room."
I was shocked. I hadn't realized that such a meeting would come about so easily. A natural pessimist, due to my wife's infidelity, I had assumed that we would spend months planning the details of our "date".
Within the coming weeks I fleshed out the details of our meeting. And I was on pins and needles the entire time, giddy with an excitement that I had not felt since my wedding night.
Eventually the day arrived and I checked and double-checked every detail. I called the hotel to make sure that her room was ready and waiting for her arrival and I also made sure that her package was awaiting her. With the assurances of the desk clerk I smiled and marked my checklist. Only a few more things and I could relax and wait for her to call.
As the final item was placed on my checklist, I leaned back onto my couch and thought back to the note that I'd left with her package.
"This my dear, is your part in tonight's culmination. First, I want you to remove all of your clothing and stand in front of your mirror, visualizing your own sexuality. Envision yourself as I see you, a perfect union of beauty, intelligence and wit."
"Next you will individually and with great care adorn yourself with the jewelry items that I have selected. Again, admire yourself in the mirror, paying close attention to the sharp contrast between your dark, tanned skin and the bright, gleaming gold."
"Then you will place one dab of perfume upon each of the following locations: just above your clit, just above your navel, and at the bottom of your neck. Just a dab, mind you."
"Fourth, you will dress yourself in the lingerie that I have chosen for you. I hope that I have guessed your size correctly."
"Fifth, I want you to put on the dress. This garment is essential to the second part of our evening, so take great care in concealing it from me. I do not wish to see a glimpse of it, until I am ready."
"And last, but not least, you will wear the gown and shoes. I leave the rest of your appearance up to your discretion."
"When you have finished, tell the man at the front desk that you are Madame Marie and that you need travel arrangements. The rest, leave up to me."
"Yours Truly, J. D."
Again I smiled as I pictured her opening the boxes of clothing, her imagination running rampant with mystery and curiosity at my plans. Ah, what subtle art foreplay was? To spark one's sense of touch was a simple matter of friction, capable by even the clumsiest of lovers. But to spark the sense of one's imagination was a far more demanding and rewarding venture.
My thoughts were interrupted as someone's electric guitar split the air with its scream. Touching the intercom button on my desk I yelled into the speaker "God dammit Josie, we don't want to deafen the crowd tonight. After all they are paying us to listen to this noise. The least we can do is leave their health in good order."
"Yes sir," screeched the nervous and whiny voice of my Events Director. "I'll remind the band."
Again I was startled as my cell-phone chimed away, inside my jacket pocket. I looked at the time and realized that I must have lost track of time, because it was nearly 8 o'clock in the evening.
"Hello?"
"Good evening sir. Jonathan here, from the hotel. Madame has just left the building sir and I must say, she is quite striking."
"Thank you Jonathan. You know what to do."
"Yes sir."
As he hung up I once again spoke into the intercom. "Josie, where is Joseph at the moment?"
"I believe he's out front, waiting for you, sir."
"Very good, love."
Standing up I strolled casually towards the door, struggling against my own excitement and nervousness, butterflies dancing painfully in the pit of my stomach. With a deep breath, I ticked in my suit jacket and strove toward my appointment.
As it was, I arrived before my date for the evening, securing our table for the first part of our evening. As I finished negotiations with the matre'de my phone rang yet again.
"Sir, we have arrived."
Immediately after hanging up, I saw one of my limousines pull up to the curb, the driver stepping outside and opening the rear-left passenger door. My breath caught as I strained to catch a glimpse of Marie. And then I saw her, the smooth silver silk flowing from her body like an unending river that she had wandered through and decided to carry along with her. Her hair was held tightly back, exposing the gentle curves of her face, while two curls hung freely against her cheeks to offset her dark complexion. Then our eyes met and the smile that followed awakened a deep hunger inside me.
There was, however, one unexpected complication: her age. I had not bothered to ask, nor had I mentioned my own. We both approached each other as our faces spoke volumes. She couldn't have been drinking legally for more than a few years, whereas I had been of the legal age well before she was born.
"J. D.?" she inquired.
"Indeed. And you must be Marie." Taking her by the hand I gently kissed her hand, exciting a deep blush.
Wrapping my arm around her waist I led her into the restaurant, ushering her to the table that I had reserved.
It was rather peculiar at first. Having discussed so much of our private desires and fantasies online, it was hard to know what to talk about. The tension was so thick that you could almost cut through it with a knife.
But after a few glasses of wine the tension soon subsided and we were able to carry on like the friends that we had become online. Slowly our conversation moved into the more intimate aspects of our lives, and as it did, the tension receded to an almost non-existent level.
As our conversation moved into the more intimate aspects of our lives I found that the tension receded even further. We laughed and teased and carried on for the next few hours until we both became quite comfortable in each other's company.
With a casual gesture and glance towards our waiter I had successfully begun the next stage of my plan.
The soft sweet hum of the violin filled the room as the band began to play. She turned; smiling happily as multiple couples made their way to the hardwood dance floor. I gently pushed my chair back and took her hand, leading her towards the dance floor as her gown shimmered in the light and whispered at me as it swished back and forth.
Placing my hand at her back, and taking her hand into my own, I led her into a wonderfully slow and sensual dance. Our bodies swam across the dance floor, our eyes focused intently upon each other's, blocking out the rest of the world.
As the music died down, I caught a glance from the bandleader, making sure that I was ready. Unaware of my intentions, she started to head back to our table, until my hand clasped her own, ceasing her stride. Just then the rampant, energetic notes of a tango filled the room.
Spinning her back into my arms, I noticed a shocked, but pleased smile on her face before we launched into a dance that had my heart racing. All but a few of the patrons had left the dance floor, leaving most of the room to our satisfaction.
When we had finished, the restaurant erupted into a chorus of applause, my heart pounding both from the dancing and from the company. Leaving the dance floor, I led her directly past our table and out the front door, into a waiting limousine. She quickly climbed in front of me and sat down, waiting for me to join her.
I made eye contact with the driver as he proceeded to our next destination. Then I felt her arm wrap around my own, her head against my shoulder, as she giggled joyously.
"So you enjoyed yourself then?" I asked with a genuine smile across my lips.
"Completely. I didn't think you would remember."
Leaning up she kissed me gently on the lips, each of us tasting the other's lips for the first time. Leaning back, she surveyed my face for a reaction, forcing a deep chuckle and a smile. Satisfied, she leaned back in, much closer this time, and our lips mated once again. Reaching down I cupped my hand against one of her breasts, exciting a moan from her between our lips. Then lacing my fingers into the material, I ripped the fabric, splitting a deep gash down the middle.
Her lips disengaged from mine as she looked down at her ruined gown. Gently grabbing the edges of it at the shoulder I slid it down her shoulders and arms, exposing the dress beneath.
"I see you followed my instructions well."
"Yes. By the time I was finished I felt very warm inside."
Smiling I slid my finger underneath her skirt, running my fingers and palm lightly along her thigh. As my fingers grew nearer to her delightful heat, her breathing caught in ragged gasps. Leaning back against the seat, she allowed me to slide her gown off, spreading her legs wide against the seat and the floorboard as the shoulder straps slid past her ankles. I gazed hungrily at her widespread lips as they peaked at me from beneath the red silk panties that I had picked out for her.
Her hands wandered down to her inner thighs, roaming inward as she pulled the skirt up, giving me a complete and unobstructed view of her sex. Leaning forward I ran a single finger beneath the material, rubbing smoothly against her silky petals. I marveled as a short squeal burst forth from her lips, just before she bit it back, and I noticed a dark patch materialize on the panties. Sliding my slick finger further up her hairless mound I teased the edge of her clit, exciting another squeal and a rush of fluids.
Her eyes squinted tightly shut as she struggled through the sensations that were racking her body. Then, as she was coming down from her last wave of pleasure, I drove my finger deep inside her, spreading her lips wide across my knuckle. Her body arched up at the ceiling of the limo as her orgasm ripped across every nerve in her body. I found myself enjoying her and the delicious satisfaction that she had experienced.
And the night was still young, and I was nowhere near done with my little vixen.
With perfect timing, the limousine pulled to a halt as I helped her regain her composure, savoring her mouth in a warming kiss. Leading her out of the car, I walked up the pathway by passing the extremely long line and heading directly for the main door.
"Hey asshole, there's a line here for a reason. What? You think you own the damn place."
Turning I looked directly into the young punk's eyes. "Yes. I do."
Tony gave an impressed nod at my date for the evening before opening the door for the two of us, and I smiled as the sounds of my club flooded out into the street.
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