So we arrange to meet in a low key pub near where I live……..mostly because I’m lazy. He strongly suggested that I wear a little summer dress, so I pick a very short little white and cornflower blue dress with little shiny buttons that bulge at my tits just a bit. A deliberate tease on my part. I spend ages primping, plucking and preening till finally I’m comfortable enough to leave the house.

So I get there, my anxiety is through the roof but the anticipation is driving me wild! Like he said in our chats “his speciality is fucking hot!” Some of the epic erotic novela style writing hes sent, he wasn’t kidding but it occurs to me, only then as im waiting outside that I know absolutely nothing about this man other than he wants to use me. He wants me as some sort of play thing and I’m completely down with that, I mean why not?! Can’t go worse than that other guy………anyways I don’t talk about that guy, I can’t….not yet.

So he rocks up wearing a stylish grey kilt, rugby shirt and nice shades. He looks me up and down as if hes sizing me up for the table, I kinda like it. First impressions are good, I feel like I’ve seen his face before but whatever. We awkwardly say hello and head inside for coffee. He requests that we sit near the back in a quiet little booth. Once I sit down he asks what I want to drink and heads to the bar. The wait seems like an eternity as my nerves get the better of me. I can already feel my pussy tingling as he walks back from the bar. Somehow I feel like he can tell, like he knows I’m wondering if he’s a true Scotsman or not?!

He places my coke in front of me, sits down and pours himself a glass of water. I clear my throat anxiously then say something stupid like “soooooo this isn’t weird at all” I blush as I see him smile and stifle a giggle. I must admit I enjoy making him laugh, his hypnotically inky eyes light up and pull me further in. We make casual conversation, well as casual as it can be while I’m simultaneously terrified and turned on as fuck! We talk about terms, negotiating while he tells me about the special occasions I may be called upon to be a “house sub”. Well this just drives me wild! All I can think about is pleasing this new mysterious boss man! My hands tremble as I try to open the can, he smiles and I see a flash in those inky depths.

“STOP” he said, calmly, quietly but with zero ambiguity that I should pay attention. It sent tremors down my spine. “Put your hands on the table”. I comply without question. We lock eyes and I feel myself being pulled into those hypnotic depths. I can’t seem to break from his gaze, either because I can’t or I don’t want to. Honestly not sure but at this point I don’t care. “You’re going to give yourself over to me. Mind, body and soul. Remind me……..” the words tease me, make me salavate like a last meal, hungry to hear what he has to say……..and so much more! “Those eyes, who’s are they?” “Yours” I reply, trying to hide the crack in my voice. This clearly displeases him! An eyebrow confidently rises and indicates I’ve not quite hit the mark. “These eyes are your eyes” I hold my breath trying to figure out if I’ve got it right this time. “That’s better”. He takes my hands in his “whose hands are these?” “These are your hands”. “Whose tits are those?” “These are your tits”. We go through this till he says “who’s little pussy is it?” “It’s your little wet pussy”. This makes him grin and reply “good, show me”.

Just then an old neighbour from nearly a decade ago, who apparently works there 🙄 🔫 takes this opportunity to say hi. Just fucking kill me now! We dispense with the usual politeness and pleasantries in the hope that she’ll fuck off. Nae such luck! She then proceeds to tell us both about the miscarriages she’s had, tragic I know but hardly the time or place. I express my condolences and tell her to take it easy. Finally we’re alone again.

“So you were about to show me something”. Shit! Think quick! I can’t just stand up and show him the wet patch I’ve probably left on the leather seat in the booth. So I reach down between my legs, under my dress and slip a finger just inside my pussy. I reach over the table an put my finger in his mouth. This surprises him and me to be honest but fuck it he seems delighted. “Mmmmmm tastes so sweet, glad it’s mine”. I feel an intensity coming from him, like a tsunami of lust washing over me. “That’s that look I was telling you about” I know exactly what look he is talking about. The look a big cat gives just before the pounce, the look that tells me he’s going to have fun with me…….I may have bitten off more than I can chew!

As that thought weighs on my chest, making it harder to breathe I finally manage to break free of the spell he’s cast on me. We get down to brass tacks and talk money. This is really weird for me, money just isn’t a motivation for me……I’m mostly in it for the sex and submission. We discuss again our limits, safewords and negotiate boundaries.  He checks his watch and says that sadly he needs to be somewhere but he’ll be intouch when he lands in New York. “Put your hands under the table” I obay and he presses something into my hands and I put it in my bag without checking what it is. We leave, hug and go our separate ways.

I’m left feeling a little confused as to what the fuck just actually happened?! I have more questions than I did before! Like who the fuck is this guy?! What does he do? What happens at these mental parties and when are they?! Is he going to wear my skin?! Overwhelmingly though I am massively excited, both sexually and mentally. It’s terrifying but truly a rush!

On the way home I checked my bag, £50 is not bad for a half hour chat eh?                                    Much love 😘