Tessa fidgeted nervously as she smoothed the wrinkles from her
figure-hugging pencil skirt. Shifting her gaze from the countryside rushing by,
she glanced impatiently at her phone again; nothing. The last words she had
read that morning from Him had been today
is the day Tessa. She had scrolled up and down the list of messages she had
received from Him countless times as she had sat there, double-checking and
triple-checking to ensure that she would fulfil His instructions exactly. You will catch the 10:13 train to London,
Victoria and alight when I tell you. You will then go to the front of the
station and take the nearest taxi. Tell him to take you to Court Road. When you
arrive there you will see two post boxes. Get out of the car, pay him and await
instructions.
An involuntary shiver ran the full length of her spine as she sat on
the train, waiting, anxious for that message. She perched on the edge of the
seat, waiting for each stop, knowing she might have to dash for the door to
make sure she didn’t miss the stop. Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her
trembling hand. Now it said and with
that Tessa stood and moved to the door. She appraised her reflection in the
glass of the door – green satin blouse, black cardigan, black pencil skirt,
sheer black nylons and her comfortable black slip on patent heels. He had
requested she wear her turquoise underwear for their meeting, so Tessa had
thought that accessorizing her flame red hair with a forest green blouse would
also please Him. She had an insatiable need to please this man like nothing she
had ever felt before.
He had crashed headlong into her life some three weeks earlier.
Tessa had always been fascinated with the Dominant/submissive lifestyle, and
she was – she felt, a very submissive person. In her real life people knew her
as a feisty, headstrong and passionate woman; no one would ever have described
her as submissive. But then she had learned over time, that being submissive
didn’t mean she had to be a doormat, it meant to her that she wanted to hand
over her control, her welfare, her safety, to someone else. Throughout her life
she had maintained an iron grip on her personal control, organized to the
extreme in her work and home life, highly respected in her profession as a
Personal Assistant, so used to controlling others to ensure success. But what
she truly wanted deep down inside, was a man who could take her to that special
place of freedom she had heard and read so much about. To experience true
freedom within her mind.
She had signed up to a BDSM lifestyle website to learn more about
what it was to attain this ‘sub-space’ she had heard about. Peppering her
profile with photographs she felt were ‘artistic’, and writing a personal
passage about who she was had attracted plenty of admirers, but no one she had
particularly connected with. She wasn’t looking to find a soul mate, or even a
playmate, just someone to discuss her thoughts and passions and desires with.
It was out of the blue that a message had dropped into her inbox. He handled
each conversation they had with courtesy and interest, drawing more and more
information out of her without her even realizing. Or maybe she did and she was
already walking towards this man instinctively, already feeling the urge to
please Him in any way He desired. She couldn’t place when her thoughts turned
to Him entirely- it wasn’t long after they had started talking. He had even
managed to find out where she worked, and after a few days of messaging back
and forth, He called her anonymously at her desk. He had used a fake name to
convince reception to pass Him through to her, and when He spoke, He had teased
her with His low voice pressed to her ear. “Imagine this voice Tessa, speaking
in your ear in person, knowing that whatever I say next, you must submit
without question...” At that point Tessa felt the intense pangs of fear and
panic that she had been hunted down so easily, what else did this man know
about her in but a few days? She did not even know His name.
Two days later she met Him for the first time. She had just had a
difficult meeting in the city and had been dropped off at the local car pool to
collect her car when she had been pressed firmly against her door from behind.
“Hello Tessa” He had breathed in her ear, “I suggest you get in my
car.” Near paralyzed with fear she turned slowly and looked straight into
intense sparkling brown eyes, flecked with green, there was no way she would
deny Him, all of her life-long fantasies were coming true. They had gone to a
local park, where He had run His hands over her shaking body, entwined His
fingers in her hair and pulled her to His lips where they kissed deeply and
passionately, her body melting further with each kiss and caress. His hands
were so gentle, but firm enough to know that there really was no escape. He
worked over her clothed body, gradually relaxing her until He slipped His hand
under her top and slid His fingers inside the lacy material of her bra, slowly
releasing her right breast. Her heaving chest betrayed her fear and lust, a
deep red flush creeping across her as He leaned in and sucked her nipple deep
into His mouth. She moaned loudly, eyes closing and arching her back to push
into Him, taking her so close to the edge of climax then instinctively stopping
His exploration of her body. Pulling away from her, He held her gaze, fingers
once more tightly wrapped in her hair.
“I am going to enjoy you,” He uttered as she gasped to regain her
composure. Every word He spoke to her was like a lightning bolt straight to her
sex. Deep and powerful, she had to know more about Him whatever the cost.
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