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Just a coffee he'd said, after all what harm could come from that?
A public lunchtime meeting in a busy coffee shop. A chance to say hello face to face and see if there was any physical attraction.
Her hands shook a little with nerves. She tried to sit still and look relaxed, but the constant licking of her lips and the whisper of her stocking clad legs, crossing and uncrossing, betrayed her true state.
She'd arrived early for their meeting, not trusting herself to walk steadily if he was already there waiting for her. This way she hoped to be able to hide some of her nervousness, to look up casually as he walked through the door, take a sip of her cappuccino as though she'd not a care in the world.
The door opened and her heart leapt as a tall suited man walked in. He was smartly dressed, hair greying a little at the temples, quite good looking in fact.
Was this him? He'd given her a basic description, but no photograph of himself or mobile number. Lifting her cup she took a sip of the hot brew, the froth coated her upper lip and as she lowered her cup back to the saucer the tip of her tongue brushed quickly across to remove the milky white line left there.
The man placed his order at the counter and whilst the barista went to work he turned and looked around, cast his eyes around the tables and those sitting there. At the very moment she risked another look at him his gaze reached her…….and locked.
Oh God! He'd caught her looking! Her face flamed with the heat of her embarrassment. Flummoxed she looked quickly down and picked up her handbag, rummaging around inside it just to do something to hide her bright red cheeks.
In two strides he was beside her, coffee cup in hand and asking politely if he might share her table. She looked up into piercing green eyes that seemed to see through to the very core of her.
“I'm meet….expecting someone” she stumbled over her words, eyes darting around desperately hoping that the man she'd arranged to meet would walk in now and rescue her from further embarrassment.
A slow smile spread across his face as he bent and whispered in her ear “I know”.
Sliding onto the seat opposite her he placed his cup and saucer onto the table, crossed his legs and sipped his steaming black coffee looking utterly relaxed, in complete contrast to how she felt.
Flustered she closed her handbag and put it to the side. Her hand brushed against the handle of her cup rattling it in the saucer, thankfully none spilled over the rim.
She could feel his eyes boring into her, yet he remained silent. Perhaps he was waiting for her to speak first? She picked up her cup with both hands and took a sip of her coffee, using the opportunity to look over the cup at him. He was watching her with an almost amused expression on his face.
“H..h..have you been here before?” She stumbled over the question, the first thing that came to mind, nerves most definitely getting the better of her.
“Occasionally,” he replied. “They serve decent coffee and it's just busy enough to allow private conversation.” Leaning forward he placed his right hand briefly over hers that was resting on the table. It was a reassuring gesture, designed to put her at ease and it worked.
She looked down at her hand, sure there would be a mark permanently scorched into her flesh despite his gentle touch. Her eyes lifted, taking in the black wool of his suit, the crispness of the white shirt he wore. To finish, a pink tie neatly knotted and the choice of colour suggesting he could be a little unconventional and entirely comfortable with it.
“Tell me about yourself, what do you want from this coffee date?” The rich timbre of his voice carried softly to her ears amongst the chatter of the other customers sitting at the other tables.
She cleared her throat and in a voice little more than a whisper replied, “I feel a need to explore my sexuality, to find someone able to lead me and guide me. A strong Dominant man, to reassure me when I'm afraid, to push me and yet hold me safe in his arms. Today is to see if we feel a connection and want to progress that, isn't it?”
Her eyes met his desperately seeking some sign she'd given the required response. There was a definite glint in the green, but no indication either way.
There was a rush of cool air as the door opened and a man walked purposefully towards their table. He wore jeans and trainers, his hair looked as though it hadn't been combed for a few days and as he got closer she could see his fingers were yellow with nicotine stains.
“Hello, I'm sorry I'm a little late, my car wouldn't start.” He looked from her to the suited man expectantly, obviously implying that he should leave.
Confused now she looked at the new arrival realising that he was her coffee date. So who on earth was the suited man sitting at the table opposite?
Placing his cup carefully back onto the saucer the suited man's smile spread wider as he looked up.
“I'm afraid your coffee date is cancelled, the lady made alternative arrangements.” Turning towards her the suited man dismissed the scruffy looking one, but not willing to lose out so easily on the woman he voiced his objections.
“We had an arrangement, you agreed to meet me and now you're choosing this stiff neck instead?” His voice was raised and several people turned to look, conversations stopped as those at other tables became aware that something was going on.
“Don't embarrass yourself, take defeat graciously and move on to the next girl on your list, this one is otherwise engaged.” Rising to his feet the suited man was several inches taller than the scruffy one, he looked down at her and raising one eyebrow quizzically asked her if she wanted him to leave so she could be with the man she'd arranged to meet.
“I…I …n…no, please stay,” she stammered. The appearance of the man she'd really arranged to meet was most definitely not what she'd expected from their communication online. And for some unknown reason the man in the suit made her feel………not comfortable, because she was most definitely nervous around him, but his presence felt reassuring. Speaking decisively now she turned to the man in jeans, “I'm sorry, but I've changed my mind, our meeting is cancelled.”
Muttering a few expletives the rejected man turned on his heel and stormed out of the coffee shop.
“You made the right choice,” he reassured her. “There's a small place nearby that serves good simple food. We'll continue our conversation there.”
“But I don't even know who you are!” She protested. “Why would I go anywhere with you?”
“Because you instinctively know that you can get all those things you need from me… and more.” His reply should have sounded cocky but it didn't. She had no doubt in her mind that not only did he believe what he said, so did she.
Picking up her handbag she rose from her seat and nodded in acceptance of her fate. His hand rested lightly against her arm to guide her in gentlemanly fashion towards the door, even through the sleeve of her jacket his touch felt like fingers of fire on her flesh.
It took all her concentration to keep up with his long strides, his hand propelling her gently yet determinedly towards their destination. It seemed he didn't want to allow her time to think too much and change her mind.
In the blink of an eye she'd been whisked around the corner to a small, non-descript looking building. There was nothing obvious to show it was a restaurant of any kind, just a small engraved sign beside the door, which was solid wood…….and closed. What sort of restaurant didn't announce it's presence in some obvious way? A large window allowing glimpses of diners enjoying good food was the best method to tempt customers inside.
Signage outside proclaiming a wondrous array of food choices was also customary, this place had nothing like that either. Her rescuer, (or should that be abductor?) pressed a small door buzzer button she'd not noticed before and within seconds the door was opened by a tall dark haired man in a tuxedo. Barely glancing at her he looked to the suited man and smiled in greeting.
“Good to see you again sir,” stepping aside the Maitre D' invited them in. Placing his hand in the small of her back the suited man urged her through the door and stepping inside her eyes swept the space around her.
The restaurant was divided into discreet dining booths, each section separated by a trellis interwoven with ivy and other climbing plants. Sumptuously thick carpet sank beneath her feet as she followed the Maitre D' to a table in the furthest corner. The discreet lighting and luxurious surroundings left her in no doubt that this was either an exclusive and expensive restaurant or perhaps private club of some kind. Perhaps that explained the lack of external signage.
“Your usual table Sir”, the Maitre D' seated them and handed the suited man a leather bound wine list and menu. She sat expectantly, waiting for him to hand her one too and looked up curiously when he didn't. The Maitre D' just smiled at her with an almost amused expression on his face.
Bemused she look across the table at the suited man opposite her. What was she doing? She didn't even know his name and here she was in some strange place. Nobody knew where she was. Anything could happen to her and nobody would know. Eyes wide she looked at the man who'd brought her here. He smiled reassuringly at her, somehow sensing her sudden attack of nerves and ordered food for them both and a bottle of wine. The Maitre D' complimented the suited man on his choices and left them to take their order
“You may call me Sir for now; I don't need to know your name as it's not relevant to our relationship. Did you tell anyone you were meeting a stranger for coffee today?” His eyes bored into hers and she quickly looked down, her fingers twisting together in her lap.
She risked a quick glance up at him through her eyelashes, he was sat back in his chair looking incredibly relaxed and his right eyebrow rose as he regarded her. Seeing the fear in her eyes as she realised her current situation he smiled slowly, there was a steely glint in that gaze and his smile faded. He leaned forward a determined expression on his face, she could feel his eyes burning holes into the top of her head as she looked down at her hands not daring to lift her face and look at him properly.
“Never again will you put yourself into this situation young lady. If you're arranging to meet a stranger, even in a safe public location you will still give someone the full details of whom you are meeting and where. Do you understand?” Red faced she nodded her acquiescence.
“Now come and stand here before me, put your hands behind your head and keep looking straight ahead.” Turning to the side slightly he waited for, and expected her compliance.
Hesitantly she stood and stepped around the table to stand before him. What next she wondered, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. For months she'd read books and websites trying to understand her need, her desire to be controlled by a dominant man. Now the time had come to explore that in reality, albeit not exactly in the way she'd planned and expected.
“Remove your skirt, put your hands behind your head and stand up straight with feet apart” he instructed.
“Take my skirt off??” she asked, utterly horrified at the thought of doing so when there were other people so close by. They may not be able to easily see through the trellis, but the Maitre D' or waiter would be back very soon.
“I'm not going to repeat myself girl. If you don't comply immediately there will be consequences.”
She bit her lip and fumbled with the fastening on the skirt waistband, but in just a few seconds it dropped to the floor and she stepped hurriedly out of it and picked the skirt up before she could change her mind. Folding it carefully she placed it over the back of her chair and returned to her position in front of him.
Freshly shaved she stood before him, wearingly only stocking and suspenders. Despite her embarrassment she knew her pussy was wet. Feet apart, hands behind her head she looked straight ahead.
For what seemed a lifetime yet was probably only about a minute, the suited man didn't move, then he stood and looking directly into her eyes the whole time, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. His hands pulled each of her breasts out of her bra leaving her utterly exposed to him.
Maintaining eye contact with her, his fingers stroked her smooth pussy lips then slowly inserted his middle finger inside her. The slick wetness there betrayed how she felt being forced to exhibit herself in this manner.
His finger withdrew and was presented to her mouth to suck clean; she did so shyly at first, then greedily licked and sucked until the finger was removed. Her face flamed as awareness of her situation returned.
“So now we both know your true nature, don't we slut.” His smile made her quiver, she gasped as his fingers returned to her pussy and slowly, rhythmically he began to massage her clit. “You're to keep your hands behind your head and feet apart until I say otherwise. Do you understand?”
His silky smooth voice had her whispering her compliance, her eyes closed as her clit swelled under his fingertips. The pleasure she felt beginning to overcome her mortification at this semi-public display.
The fingers of his free hand twisted and rubbed each nipple in turn, making them hard. The wetter her pussy became the harder he tweaked her nipples, the speed and pressure of his fingers on her clit enough to get her to the brink and keep her there, but not quite enough to make her cum.
Restlessly she moved her legs, frustration getting the better of her. Why wouldn't he let her cum? She knew he was holding back deliberately, hadn't he made her wait long enough? A sharp slap to each breast brought her back to attention with a gasp.
“You were told to stand still slut.” He removed his fingers from her clit, she wasn't sure if that was better or worse so great was her frustration and desire to cum. He moved behind her and she felt pressure from his hand between her shoulder blades as he instructed her to bend over. Something cold and hard pressed between her arse cheeks and demanded entry to her anus.
He pushed the object slowly inside her; she felt her anus stretch as it went. A pleasurable pain that made her cry out and a split second later it slipped home. It was a butt plug, she recognised the sensation from her own experiments in anal play, but this was bigger than anything she'd used previously, it was also made of a hard material, perhaps glass or steel.
Taking a handful of her hair he pulled her back into a standing position and then sat back in his seat regarding her thoughtfully.
“Remove your blouse I want to see your breasts, then sit down girl, we'll eat before I test you more.”
Placing her blouse and bra over the back of her chair she resumed her seat. As she sank into the padded chair the slight chill against her thighs of the leather felt rather erotic. The butt plug had her wanting to squirm, but she thought better of it following his previous warning. Somehow she was no longer embarrassed, just eager to experience more and relieve her frustration.
The Maitre D' returned, a waitress followed close behind. Wine was poured, plates with delicious looking food placed before them. She regarded the waitress curiously; her corseted top pushed exposed breasts up and out. Silver ornaments covered her nipples and were held in place by bars through each. Black seamed stockings adorned each slender leg and her feet were padlocked into ridiculously high heeled shoes. The tiniest scrap of material covered her clean shaven pussy, buttocks bare and divided by the thong of the G-string knickers.
“Thank you Roberto, leave the slut I've a use for her.” The suited man barely glanced at the waitress, but it seemed she was aware of what he expected. She stood beside the table, legs apart and hands behind her head looking straight ahead.
Barely aware of what she was doing she placed morsels of food into her mouth, chewed and swallowed. Her mind raced as she wondered what would happen after he'd finished eating.
| 8 Jan 12, 12:07 AM Monkey_Wench UK(B), 20 mths    |
Very, very interesting. I'm looking forward to seeing where this is going.
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| 8 Jan 12, 12:15 AM Muttley68 5 mths  |
oooo I like this... "What I need is someone who will make me do what I can." - Ralph Waldo Emerson | |
| 8 Jan 12, 12:21 AM Shypeachybottom UK, 20 mths |
^^ Wot she said There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he turns out to be, someone to watch over me | |
| 8 Jan 12, 12:23 AM DanesWood UK(OL), 4 yrs |
Pleased you're enjoying it, this is a very new style for me and I'm having fun writing it.
You may be happy to know part 2 is well on the way "The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign. Mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing." | |
| 8 Jan 12, 12:25 AM specialk_subbie UK(OL), 4 yrs  |
Love it, please don't leave it to long until the next part. Specialk | |
| 8 Jan 12, 12:26 AM UnlawfulOrder UK(CR), 4 yrs |
Smiles... sounds like a typical coffee out with Daneswood !! Well done you.. as interesting and thought provoking a read as ever xx UO | |
| 8 Jan 12, 12:26 AM DanesWood UK(OL), 4 yrs |
Ohh well now K...........I wonder how you could persuade me to finish part 2? "The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign. Mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing." | |
| 8 Jan 12, 12:27 AM DanesWood UK(OL), 4 yrs |
You should try my new coffee machine, it's fabulous I hope you approve of the next part just as much xx "The most powerful sexual organ in the body is our brain, open your mind and allow your fantasies free reign. Mutual pleasure between consenting adults is a wonderful thing." | |
| 8 Jan 12, 12:32 AM flamesdesire UK(OX), 4 yrs |
Oooo...errr missus.....between your story and Ashes I'm not sleeping anytime soon! Roll on part 2 Jxx "Take me from this earth an endless night- this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips and taste your bloody kiss." | |
| 8 Jan 12, 12:59 AM Platinum UK(W), 9 yrs |
About time ;-P
I look forward to part 2 P |
