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By *hillout OP Man
16 weeks ago
All over the place! Northwesr, , Southwest |
Part 1 of my latest erotica effort. Trying something I've not done before. Comments and feedback welcome 
The drive home was conducted in silence. No music on the radio, no GPS warnings. Merely the sounds of the road and of the rain beating against the windshield, making visibility more difficult on this late evening.
Claire's gaze was fixed on the road ahead, but her attention wandered. Partly focused on driving, whilst simulateneously replaying the evening's events. She had come prepared to push boundaries, unsure of how things would play out. Coming in, it felt both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. The uncertainty both magnetic and repelling. On more than one occasion she nearly turned back, almost succumbing to her sensible, rational brain that screamed caution and prudence. The adventurous side of her won out in the end, compelling her forwards towards the destination she had spent the last 3 hours at.
She silently chuckled, even now startled at the turn of events; recalling how the seeds had been planted in the most unlikely fashion a mere month ago. Life was indeed full of surprises and unexpected turns.
She recalled scrolling through her fab messages, enduring the usual amount of uninspired and crass content resulting in more eye rolling than she cated for in one session. One message, however had caught her eye. The sender was a profile with a curious name; dominatio. Her classical education immediately identified the Latin denomination, which intrigued her.
The profile thumbnail was a tasteful picture of strong hands holding a leather flogger. A chunky, expensive looking classical watch also visible in the frame. She clicked on the profile, the quality and care taken in its crafting immediately apparent. The person seemingly ticked most of Claire's preferences on paper; tall, in shape, good command of the English language with a well written bio, and very tasteful pictures. He described himself as an assertive, respectful individual whose swinging voyage had drifted into kink and dom territory. He had crafted a message highlighting some of her profile contents and praising her looks. He wasn't exactly local, but sought to chat to gauge compatibility. The message ended in the phrase alea iacta est.
'alea iacta est' she had muttered....the die is cast. He clearly did his homework, picking up on her profile header in latin 'vita est adventura' life's an adventure. She had smiled and replied back...the die indeed having been cast.
What proceeded was a month of intense back and forth messaging, both pleasing and tantalising. She became sufficiently at ease to share some of her previously unstated desires, surprising herself at the audacity of them. Her job role comprised high level decision making and elevated levels of responsibility. Whilst satisfying, it had the unpleasant consequence of making it difficult to switch off....mind always occupied and planning ahead. It made relaxation and unwinding challenging, and after several years, the effect was taking its toll. The world of kink and voluntary submission had come to intrigue her. The temporary surrendering of decision making and autonomy increasingly holding an irresistable appeal. She recalled stories of high powered CEO's privately engaging in BDSM, recognising the reasons behind this.
The messaging progressed to a long phone chat. Her surprise had been evident upon hearing his deep and measured voice. It was calm and reassuring, yet delivered in a tone that spoke of assertiveness, confidence, and competence; all traits she found irresistible in a man.
A Hotel meet was arranged to explore some of her previously unspoken desires. The level and quality of interaction had bypassed her usual requirement of a social. He was in her head; every text received triggering a smile, every allusion to something sexual resulting in a flutter. It had been over 6 months since she'd had sex, with the last experience underwhelming and unsatisfying. Perhaps it was the convergence of all these factors that resulted in caution being thrown to the wind. It was oddly exciting overriding her usually cautious approach, instead acting on pure instinct and emotion.
She had stood in front of her large bedroom mirror. The reflection returning a woman in her late 30's. Shoulder length brown hair and large, expressive brown eyes. Her nose, small...cute and slightly upturned. Mouth wide with thin lips and generous smile that revealed dimples. She was attractive with a girl next door quality to her. Her frequent gym workouts revealed themselves in her toned legs and arms. Breasts were of average size, but still firm and upturned. Her 5"8 height framed her size 12 well....her penchant for good food making further slimming down an impossible task.
She had red lingerie and stockings with matching holdups. The set havimg been purchased precisely for this evening. She was donning only a long leather coat to conceal it, as requested. Matching red Leboutin heels were the final piece of her attire, accentuating her curves and making for an impressive sight.
Claire drew in a long breath as she contemplated her look in the mirror. She reached for the car keys in her coat pocket, muttering 'alea iacta est' as she made for the door, committed.
The drive to the hotel was accompanied by a cacophony of emotions; excitement, lust nervousness, hesitation, doubt...states seemingly at odds clashing for supremacy as she neared closer to her destination. On two occasions she nearly reversed course at a roundabout, managing to maintain on path at the last moment. Her palms were sweaty over the steering wheel. Breath increasingly hurried as her heart rate accelerated when her destination was in sight.
She entered the hotel lobby, making her way to reception. A key had been left to retrieve to then make her way up to the eight floor, room 825. The receptionist regarded her curiously as the key was handed over. Did he suspect something, having seen similar before?
As she stepped into the elevator, her nervousness was undeniable. Butterflies tickled the pit of her stomach. The heat under the long leather trenchcoat was stifling. Her skin nearly itched and Claire felt close to spontaneously combusting. Having reached the 8th floor, she stepped out of the elevator, her steps slow and doubtful. It was still possible to turn back and yield to her cautious nature that was literally screaming at her. With supreme mental effort, she cast it aside and picked up her pace.
At last she'd reached room 825. As instructed, she knocked 3 times then counted to 20 before using her key card. Inside, she stepped, entering a room shrouded in darkness with lights turned off and curtains closed. Claire closed her eyes as requested and spoke 'obsequio desideres' submission I crave, and waited.
Long moments passed before a familiar voice answered in that deep, measured tone she found irresistible.
"Never did I doubt you'd come" he answered. "I suspect, that deep down, you knew that as well"
Claire stood waiting, obeying instructions to not speak unless asked a direct question. This was at odds with her natural state. Instinctively, she opened and clenched her hands repeatedly in an attempt to steady her nerves.
"I need you to remain with your eyes closed" she heard. The flick of a switch was audible as some soft lighting was turned on, the blackness with her eyes closed, brightening slightly. She heard footsteps approaching, feeling a presence stopping a couple of paces from her.
"The outfit suits you Claire. I'm eager to see in person what lies underneath" he stated in measured tones.
Instinctively, her hands reached for the coat's buttons with the intention of removing it. "No" she heard.
"You're reverting to type. Remember what we agreed" he said.
Claire caught herself. Of course, no speaking unless asked a direct question, and no voluntary action unless requested. Her hands were again at her sides, opening and closing reflexively.
"You're nervous and in conflict with your natural tendencies...exactly how I envisioned"
He approached her....slowly. She felt his presence literally in front of her, his breath audible and the smell of his subtle perfume alluring. His hands gently reached for the coat's top button, undoing it. Slowly he worked his way down until all were undone. She felt him circle around to the back and gently draw the coat back over her shoulders, letting it slip to the floor.
"Yes.....exactly as I imagined. You've a fabulous figure that I will enjoy exploring. Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes" she nervously answered.
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