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Chapter 1: To Pennsylvania
Amber and I had been corresponding for several weeks. We’d both gotten to the point where we both felt the other person wasn’t totally crazy, just sexually kinky and of a like mind. Through our writings we had talked about our likes and dislikes, expectations and aspirations. On paper we seemed to be looking for the same thing. Pictures had been exchanged and she was as advertised; a very attractive young lady. Long blond hair, blue eyes, five foot two, and extremely well proportioned for a petite girl. Best of all she seemed to know what she wanted from life even given her young age of 25 years. Although almost half my age, her self assurance in what she wanted had drawn me to her.
She had told me that she had always had submissive thoughts and feelings even when she was a little girl. When she played ?cowboys and Indians? when she was little she’d always volunteered to be the tied up Indian princess that needed to be rescued. Her few vanilla relationships had left her cold and longing for a true D/s relationship. Having had mostly vanilla relationships myself, I could relate to just how unsatisfying they can be to a person for which kink is the ultimate turn-on. She was basically an old fashioned girl. That is, she wasn’t looking for one night stands, or gang bangs, or anything that I would consider disgusting but know some enjoy. No golden showers, or licking asses, or having sex with animals for her. Instead, more along the lines of an old fashioned D/s relationship where the girl gives herself over to the man for direction, protection, and control. Like I said, on paper she was my kind of girl. I was looking forward to meeting her in person.
I arrived at the restaurant where we had agreed to meet a little earlier than the appointed time. I sat at the bar awaiting her arrival, hoping that she wouldn’t change her mind at the last minute. I wasn’t disappointed. She showed up right on time and we instantly recognized each other. She had dressed as I had requested. A short skirt that came to just above her knees, dark hose (self supporting or with a garter belt, never pantyhose) with 3? heels, and a white top that buttoned down the front. Whether or not she was wearing the requested white cotton panties I obviously couldn’t tell at the moment. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her make-up was minimal allowing her natural beauty to shine through.
I walked over to say ?Hello? in person for the first time. It’s always an awkward moment meeting someone initially. Even more so when you know so much about how their mind works and their sexual desires. But at the same time it is very exhilarating. I asked the hostess to seat us at a private table for dinner.
After the first glass of wine for her, and rum and coke for me, we had both relaxed and all awkwardness was gone. I soon found myself telling her about my perspective on D/s relationships. To begin with, I am a very private person both for professional reasons and personal proclivities. I don’t go to B/D parties, nor B/D clubs and I’m not into the local ?scene? in my community. I’ve always considered sexual activities to be a behind closed doors kind of thing. Also, I’m not a one night stand kind of guy, never have been. For me a relationship is a one on one affair. I have no desire to share anyone I’m with at a party with others. I’m pretty old fashioned that way in being protective of women in general, and very protective of someone I’m involved with. Therefore any D/s relationship for me is always discrete. To the outside world we would be a normal looking couple, but behind closed doors we would nurture our D/s relationship. Finally, and most importantly, a D/s relationship is built upon mutual respect. Far too many don’t seem to understand that the intensity of a true D/s relationship is founded in understanding and nurturing the role and desires of the other while at the same time respecting limits. The sub isn’t a lesser member of the relationship, but an equal partner that has a role to play and is just as satisfied filling that role as the Dom is in his.
As the conversation continued Amber began to tell me about her D/s experience and relationships. She was never spanked as a child, but often fantasized about being spanked from puberty onward. Her first couple of boyfriends in high school had no idea what to do with her and when she suggested she be turned over for a nice reddening, they didn’t take the hint. Her first D/s encounter happened with a young man that attended the local college that she had met at a local bar. They had met, made out on the dance floor and ended up at his off campus room. He had stripped her down to her panties then tied her hands above her head to his headboard. Suddenly all her fantasies were taking hold and she was extremely turned on by the act of giving up control. As he firmly rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples she got hotter than she ever had. The D/s didn’t go any further, but the sex was wonderful, heightened by her surrender of control. After that night she was never satisfied with vanilla relationships and was now seriously looking for more.
I also have had D/s desires from a very early age. Oddly enough, when I was young I used to dream about rescuing the tied up princess’ from the bad guys, without really understanding that the tied up part was more important to me than the rescuing. The first girl I had a D/s relationship had started off on the night I met her by telling me that her father had spanked her as a child. After about her third reference to being spanked and having a kinky demeanor myself, I finally suggested we go back to my place for a ?warm-up?. That relationship was my longest D/s relationship. It lasted for about 2 years. It was mostly erotic spankings and minor bondage, with the occasional punishment spanking thrown in for real or imagined transgressions.. Nothing heavy, but very satisfying for us both. But with any relationship there has to be a deeper connection than sex. If you aren’t compatible on what you want from life, then it just isn’t going to work out.
By this time it was almost midnight. I suggested that we go sit in my car for a few minutes so that we could talk in private. Amber seemed to hesitate at that suggestion, but was reassured when I told her I was not going to try and molest her. She laughed and I paid the bill and we went out to my car.
I opened the passenger door and helped her inside. Once I was in the car I told her I was very pleased that our evening had gone so well and that I had enjoyed her company. She agreed she had enjoyed the evening as well. Then I explained that I wanted her to be in my car so that I could conduct an experiment on her submissiveness, if she was willing. She quietly nodded her assent after thinking about it for a few seconds.
At that point I told her to put her hands behind the small of her back and scoot her pretty ass forward. Hesitating just for he moment, she did as told. I had pre-positioned the passenger car seat back farther then normal so that if we got to this point, she would have enough room to shift her bottom forward on the seat and still be able to have her legs straight out in front of her. When she had slid her ass forward on the seat her skirt had ridden up towards her waist a few inches leaving a lot of her thighs exposed. She had started to reach for the hem to pull it down, but a stern ?Keep you hands behind your back? stopped her from doing so.
Amber was holding her legs tightly together, so I reached over and started to caress the outside of her right leg. Back and forth and soothing. She relaxed a bit and seemed to enjoy her legs being rubbed. I alternated from right leg to left, leaving them together and warming up her thighs for a couple minutes. Then I told her to lift her ass off the seat. She did, and I pushed the skirt back up around her waist. She was now sitting with her panties and hose completely exposed. Nice white cotton panties, as requested. Good girl.
?Spread you legs for me.? Again she hesitated, but I assured her the test wasn’t for me to just grab her pussy. She spread her legs slightly and I began to rub the insides of both legs from her knees up to the top of her hose. Absolutely lovely. She had closed her eyes and seemed to be enjoying my caresses. After a bit I had no difficulty in spreading her legs wider still so that my whole hand now easily fit between her thighs at the top of her hose. A very unlady like position for a first date, but very beautiful.
Her hose were just past mid thigh which left a good 5 inches of soft white skin between the top of the hose and her panties. I began to rub gently the exposed skin of her left thigh about midway between her hose and pussy. Amber kept her legs spread and still had her eyes shut. I quickly gathered some inner thigh skin between by thumb and forefinger and pinched her, hard.
She let out a rather loud squeal and quickly pulled her ass back up the seat. Her eyes flew open, her legs clamped down on my hand, and her hands had flown out from behind her back and were both now clinched on my forearm. I had stopped pinching, but I still held the fold of soft skin firmly between my thumb and finger. She looked at me with a look of betrayal in her eyes, as if to say; how could you have interrupted those nice rubs with a pinch?
?I did mention that this was a test of your submissiveness.?
I explained that the test wasn’t over. After all, what kind of test would it be if I stopped now since she didn’t realize that I was going to pinch her inner thigh when she initially spread her legs. After 30 seconds or so she began to relax when she realized I wasn’t going to pinch her immediately again even though I still was holding her inner thigh skin. I told her the real test was about to begin.
?Put your hands behind the small of your back, push your pretty ass forward as before, and unclamp you legs from my hand.? She hesitated for a good 15 seconds, but then closed her eyes, leaned back with her hands behind her again and relaxed her legs.
I was very impressed. I had obviously hurt her quite a bit, given her reaction to the first pinch, but she did as I requested anyway opening herself up to my desire and control. Hmmmm, a very good girl. And apparently a true submissive.
I let her sit in that position for good long minute. Letting her wonder when the next pinch was going to come and how hard it would be. There was tension in her face, and her thighs occasionally closed softly on my hand before opening up again. She was fighting the mental battle to comply while at the same time not looking forward to anymore pain.
I released the fold of skin from my hand and began to gently rub away the sting from the spot I had so rudely bruised with my pinch. Her eyes came open and she looked at me with a mixture of relief and wonderment. I couldn’t help but kiss her at that point. A good kiss, that she returned.
?Very good. I’m very impressed by your ability to obey even when you don’t really want to, just because you wanted to please me. You have.?
I couldn’t help but hope at that moment that she might really be the one.
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