The Zoom meets went well enough. They wanted to advance beyond that, meet in real life. I liked them, but I didn’t know what I could do for them as a couple. Gary assured me he was open to discussing different arrangements. This was all well and fine, but someone else needed to speak up.
Rochelle was doing what she usually did. Eyes darting here and there as she let Gary do most of the talking. So I addressed her directly.
“Rochelle, look me in the eye.”
This bumped her out of her zone a little, woke her up. She stopped looking off to the side, and did as I said.
“Tell me what you want from me, Rochelle.”
She didn’t say anything. Wanting something, fantasizing about it, is one thing. And communicating online or letting your husband do the talking is just another level of that. But when it’s time to actually act on your impulses, to tell someone to their face what you want them to do to you, it can be kind of scary, even over a computer screen.
“Rochelle, tell me what you want, or we are not going to meet in person.”
She took a big gulp. I imagine her throat was dry.
“I…I want to be dominated.”
“Dominated?”
“By…you. I want to be dominated by you.”
Okay. She’d said it. She’d put it out there. Now it was worth a drive to Rancho Cucamonga for me.
Chapter 2
When I stepped out of my car I could have been anywhere. But I was in Rancho Cucamonga. With a name like that, I wish I could say there was some distinguishing characteristic that leapt out to me as distinctly Cucamong-ian. But all I saw were suburbs. Suburbs as far as the eye could see. Oh well, it seemed like a pleasant enough place. Let’s get to it.
Gary & Rochelle opened their door to greet me before I’d even got to it. I guess they were a little eager. They also looked around warily, just a tiny bit, as if they were worried about their neighbors seeing us. By the tone of Gary’s little laugh, I could tell they immediately felt embarrassed. After all, why would any neighbors even bother to notice a 50-something guy in jeans, boots and a nondescript button down shirt paying someone a visit here? There was nothing about me that screamed sex-crazed S & M maniac. I could have been an insurance salesmen, for all they knew.
I’d given this meet a lot of thought on the drive over. I had time for that, since I drove all the way over from LA. It certainly set a new limit for driving to meets for me. I usually met someone for coffee in a neutral environment on a first meet. There were many advantages to that. If one party wasn’t feeling it, they could end it right then and there without any further embarrassment. The downside was that kinky talk in a crowded coffee shop was hard to pull off. But you did get to know the person beyond the kink, so there was that. Since I’d offered to come all this way rather than have them drive to LA, they’d asked if we could just meet in their home instead. I figured that was fine. This was their very first foray into kink off-line, and I knew they’d be more comfortable in their home. Also, I believe there was the unspoken expectation that by investing in the travel time, we were going to move to doing this for real after we got the pleasantries out of the way.
Let’s go back to the thought I’d put into this on the freeway. We’d hit it off well enough on our two Zoom calls. They were fans of my erotic stories, Rochelle especially. She’d read them all, a few times each. But they both needed to be led in conversation, Rochelle especially. She was shy, and happy to let Gary do the talking for her. They were both clearly expecting a dominant man to walk into their home. So I figured I should give them what they wanted. I wouldn’t come on strong, but I would make our dynamic clear without going overboard. If I could pull that off, and they responded, then I think we might have something. There was still the question of what to do with Gary. I had zero need for a man sexually, but they came as a package deal, and I respected that. But I started developing this germ of an idea I’d had a few days ago, and I thought I might have an arrangement that would work for all of us.
The first thing I noticed on their doorstep was their nervousness. The second thing I noticed was that Rochelle was wearing a nice new looking shirt…and blue jeans. With sneakers. I decided this was a good place to establish our dynamic.
“Rochelle, look at me.”
She had a tendency to avoid looking me in the eye. She needed some focus in this respect. At my command, she straightened up and did indeed look me in the eye.
“When you are being interviewed as a prospective sub, you should have the presence of mind to wear a dress. Is that clear?”
I had never insisted on this condition in my life before. But her jeans stuck out to me, probably because every woman I’d ever met with for the purpose of possible kink had in fact worn a dress. I guess it was a kind of dress code for submissive women meeting dominant men. So I figured I’d spring this on them. It could go either way. She could respond the way I expected her to respond, or I could be back on the freeway in a few minutes.