“Well, we’ve discussed it, and I hope you don’t mind, but we took another look at the fetish list on your profile.”
“I don’t mind at all, Gary. I think that was the intelligent thing to do.”
“Well, Rochelle, I mean we, I think we could be open to everything on your list eventually, assuming things start off well today. That is, we were assuming, or hoping, that if our discussion went well, we could get started today. I mean…you drove all the way out here and everything.”
“Yes, Gary, I did drive all the way out here. I was thinking along similar lines.”
“Right. Um, if you don’t mind us asking, that thing you did in the shower, in your story…where you had her on your knees, and…did you really do that?”
I figured I knew where this question was coming from, so I looked straight at Rochelle when I answered.
“Yes, Gary, and Rochelle, I did do that. More than once. I haven’t done everything in my stories. They are fiction, after all, and supposed to be more interesting than real life. But there is a core of reality to all of them. That was an act of dominance and submission that I performed with a certain sub quite a few times. She grew to crave it, for the feelings it brought out in her. She never had orgasms quite as intense otherwise.”
“Oh, okay. Um, thank you, Sir.”
“Anything else you’d care to ask me?”
“Well, uh…” seemed to be a default response from Gary. They let that drift off for a moment. Gary looked at Rochelle, but she wasn’t looking back at him. We were starting to get somewhere, but Rochelle was still in her shell. It was time to take it up a notch before I got to Gary.
“Rochelle, look at me.”
She locked eyes with me. I could tell it was not the most comfortable thing for her to do.
“You seem a little nervous, maybe tense.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I think it would be better if we could get you to relax a little before discussing this any further. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir. What do you have in mind?”
They had a fireplace with a mantle. That’s what I had in mind.
“Why don’t you lean against the mantle there with your arms straight out. It’s a good position to be felt up.”
It was now or never. We’d see if I’d read the room right or pushed too soon.
Rochelle sat there for a moment, probably taking a moment to consider it. Then she got up, went to the fireplace, and stuck her arms out to lean against the mantle. She looked straight ahead and didn’t say anything. I’d say Gary was pretty near speechless.
I gave Rochelle a moment to lean there, and take in what it felt like. This was her first taste of submission. Then I rose to stand behind her. But I didn’t touch her at first. I just stood there, and let her feel my presence. It was dead silent in that room. All I could hear was Rochelle breathing. I’m sure Gary was setting a new record for holding one’s breath. After I’d counted to 90 in my head, I reached out to put my right hand just off to her side, below the breast. I still didn’t touch her. I knew she was so attuned that she could feel my arm move. I held it in place for a few moments.
Then I touched her. She flinched, just a bit. It was an involuntary reflex. I took my hand away, and then placed my left hand on her shoulder to steady her. Then I put my right hand back on her side. She flinched a little again, but it was almost imperceptible. I was easing her into this. Her breathing was getting heavier now. I kept my hands still for a moment, listening to her breathing. She was doing so well. She already knew to keep her gaze forward and be silent. I wasn’t sure if she was behaving that way because she thought it was expected of her, or because she was too nervous to do anything else. Either one was fine with me. We’d take care of any nervousness in the next few minutes.
I started feeling her, nice and slow. There was no hurry here. I ran my fingers up and down the side of her body, from the waist to the armpit, again, nice and slow. I let my right hand wander as far as it would go without leaning in or removing my left hand from her shoulder. I avoided the breasts or anything below the waist. After some suitable wandering, I traced underneath her breast, and then down along her waistline. My left hand went from her shoulder to the back of her neck. I gently pushed, and she lowered her head to give me access to her neck. As I rubbed it, I leaned in against her, so she could feel my body against hers. I ran my right hand the length of her arm and back again. Her breathing was getting heavier now. I could feel the breaths she was taking. This was going exactly as I wanted it too. I wrapped my arm around her midriff, pulled her body into mine, and held her like that for a moment.
Then I wandered up, and cupped her breast in my right hand. It had a pleasing heft to it, filling out her bra. This was about what I expected, since she was naturally curvy. I took my time to enjoy it as I caressed her neck, giving her breast a light squeeze, tracing lines around her nipple, and then really squeezing it. She was getting very turned on.
The neckline of her dress was low enough to allow me access. I reached in to feel around her bra, and then I reached in to the bra to feel her breasts themselves. After getting very familiar with them, I took my hand out. I removed my left hand from her neck to lift her dress up, and then I reached in with my right hand. My left hand went back up to continue caressing the back of her neck while I explored inside around the waistline of her panties. I moved back slightly to explore her ass outside the panties, then I shoved my hand inside. As I did this, I moved my body slightly around to her left to give my hand a better angle as I enjoyed feeling her ass for the first time. I caressed and squeezed each butt cheek, and run my fingers down her ass crack. I stopped just above her butt hole. I was saving that for later. Then I leaned back in to her body as my hand went around to her front. I ran my fingers in her panties, and then settled in right above her cunt. I kneaded and pressed for a minute or two as I leaned into her, letting her feel my erection. Her breathing was very labored at this point.
To finish, I took my right hand out of her panties and dress, and brought it back up. I gently pulled her head back up by the hair, and then caressed her cheek and ran it along her lips. She got a good feel for her taste and scent inside her panties. I held her in that position for a minute, savoring the feel of her body, and then I started to back off.
“Count to 60 in your head to get yourself together, then take your seat so we can continue our discussion.”
She didn’t say anything, and stayed there leaning against the mantle as I sat back down. The look on Gary’s face was priceless. He stared at me as I sat down, and then looked back up at his wife, taking very labored breaths with her head down now as she leaned over their fireplace. I imagined he was trying to figure out who this person was. All of the discussions and preparation they’d done over the last few months was one thing. But now he was confronted with the reality of it. His wife was really going to respond to this whole dominance/submission thing.