Bdsm Virgin

Part 2.5

But there was no more time to continue. LittleKitty jumped up at the sound of her phone ringing.

"I'm so sorry. I have to cut this short. Perhaps we could finish another time? Master needs to talk to me." And she rushed out of Starbucks and into the arms of a very stout, but well-dressed man.

I turned off my recorder and looked at my notes. This enigma of a woman breezed in and out so quickly, I wondered if she really existed at all. The journalist in me kicked in. I wanted to find out who she really was, but I had no picture to go from. That was not allowed by LittleKitty or her Master. Master? God, how silly! I grimaced at the thought. No man will ever be my Master, never!

Ping! I glanced at my phone. RealDeal!

"Hi, Beautiful! Wanna meet again? I've been thinking about you." He ended his text with a kissing emoji.

I paused before I answered.

Did I? Maybe just to talk.

I typed in, "Sure! Where and When?"

Ping! "Really? You gonna let me make the decision again? Lol!"

I smiled. "Umm... I made the last one. 'member?"

Ping! "Oh, yeah! The memory of you clouded my mind! LOL!"

"Ha-ha! Your turn!"

Ping! "How about my place?"

"Your place?"

Ping! "Chicken?"

"Nope! Your place it is!"

Ping! "Thought that would get ya! Tonight? 6? I'll cook!"

"You? Cook? This I gotta see!"

Ping! "I'm a man of many talents, Doll! Some you need to discover!"

"Humph! We'll see! C U at 6!"

Ping! "Muahh!"

I left it at that.

As I left Starbuck's a smile lit my face. I glanced at the time. 2:00 pm. Just enough time to get home, put the notes from LittleKitty in some form, shower and dress. My stomach was in butterflies.

Chance, get hold of yourself, girl! You're not in high school anymore!

I pulled up into Jeff's driveway, looked at myself in the mirror, and smiled. Actually, I laughed at myself. I had taken more time to do my hair and makeup than I had in a very long time.

I even took time to paint my toenails – not something I usually do. I chose an emerald green mini dress that fit my form perfectly accentuating my curves. Hoping Jeff would notice and approve. Was I thinking of LittleKitty? Probably.

God, I was being such a girl!

My hair hung in waves down my back. When I took the time with it, it was really striking.

If I do say so myself, Chance, you look hot! Jeff, watch out 'cause here I come!

He opened the door as I walked up.

Letting out a long whistle, "Wow, you clean up good!"

I chuckled at the look in his eyes as he devoured every inch of me. I took my time and tried to walk as seductively as I could. It must have made a difference to him because I could see his reaction to my hips moving right away.

His crotch was noticeably erect, and he was gulping and blinking at me. Me? I just smiled and thought to myself, See? You still got it, girlfriend! Followed by, What the hell are you doing? You need his approval of your looks? Using your feminine crap for this? Are you kidding me?

Dinner was pasta and salad. Simple, but really good. His sauce was from scratch, and he made a point to tell me that he made the pasta himself. The wine was a beautiful Cabernet Sauvignon – deep, red, full bodied – perfect with the dinner.

He eyed me as he finished his meal. I gazed at him and arched my brows. "What?"

Jeff smirked. "I was wondering how you would look in ropes."

My eyes must have gotten big because he chuckled.

"Easy, Chance. I was wondering. Nothing without your consent. Promise."

Stuttering, "W-w-what did you have in mind?" My hands shook a little, and I wrinkled my brow. Not sure where this was going, but admittedly, curious and a little aroused. Ok, well, not just a little. A lot!

He rose from his chair and moved toward me. Taking both of my hands in his, he kissed them gently.

"Chance. All I have thought about since last week was you. I know you are writing about Dom/Sub relationships, but dammit, woman! I want you!"

I could say nothing, just blink and stare. He continued, "I want to help you write a realistic and truthful piece, but I also want to show you your sexual side. I think it's hidden there somewhere in that feminist posture of yours. I want to show you that submission is strength and that you can be a feminist and be a submissive. I want to push your boundaries and prove to you that you can be sexy and strong and powerful. I want to show you how to be the real you."

Again, I could say nothing to him. He hit every button that had been hidden. I felt exposed and vulnerable – not something I enjoyed at all. And yet, I found myself wanting to find out more.

"W-w-w-what does that mean?"

He held my hands and peered into my eyes. "I want you to trust me."

"Okay..."

"Tell you what. Let's try some rope play and see how you do? Deal?"

I wasn't sure about that. I had been watching some videos about a rope technique called Shibari. I knew the point of Shibari was to use rope to completely immobilize the subject but with beautiful knotting. I also knew that rope play was bondage in BDSM, and I was not quite sure that was something I wanted to experience.

"I know you're a little afraid, and that's ok." He kissed my hands again. "I promise that if it doesn't feel right, I'll stop. Just give yourself over to me tonight."

So, even though I was conflicted with emotions, I did just that. I rose and looked him in the eyes and said "Yes" resoundedly.

He took my hand and walked me down the hall without another word. Opening the door to his bedroom, I saw the four poster bed just as it was last week.

Meticulously made and very masculine. The bed was imposing in the room, but the room was large enough for such massive furniture. There was an enormous armoire on one side of the room and a large dresser across from the bed with an oval mirror facing the bed.