The Date
מאת adso(שולט)
12 במאי 2004
I met you online. Nothing new. I got your phone number after about an hour of chatting. Pleasing, but not a complete novelty either. Then we started planning the date, comfortable in our roles.
So... wanna meet at The Club? oh yes please... melting over the phone before I'd even touched you. You sent me a photo, so telling you what to wear is a no-brainer. You're petite, about a head shorter than me, and reserved - at least that's what the photo you sent tells me. You know what to wear right? No? OK here's what you do - tight black mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and the top is up to you. I'm more interested in what's under your waist line anyway.
And will you wear the collar I bring? sure. Cool. I smile - this is kind of fun, planning a first date as part of the play - foreplay actually. You ask if I could bring something for you to smoke too - thought you'd never ask. Would you wear a collar with a chain on it and let me lead you like the bitch that you are ? "no..." comes the response, "that's too much". I smile again - right, that's for the second date.
I call you up in the morning - I expect you to come shaved. Think about it as the hours trickle into the night. I buy you a special collar after work - no chains yet, but they could easily be attached to the metal rings. I tease you, letting you know what I have planned. You can't wait.
You come over around midnight - all dressed up according to plan. You're obviously a slut, but we both keep up the first date etiquette. I compliment you on your looks, offer you a red rose, we small talk on the way to the club. You ask to see the collar, I give it to you, registering your reaction. "i'm not going to put it on yet, ok ?" That's fine, we have time.
We get there, I offer to snap it on - "don't feel comfortable yet.." How sweet, a shy slut. We walk in, take in the atmosphere. You hug your arms, obviously uncomfortable with the undressing glares pretty much every male in the house sends your way. We walk around for a while, take in the atmosphere, get a couple of drinks, and exchange a few words through the deafening music.
"could we got out to smoke now?" Sure. We leave the crowded club into the open air, and find a comfortable secluded corner overlooking the bay. We're alone, still on our best first date behavior. Then we light up and relax. I ask you what you think of the club, tell you how much I like your getup. You're obviously enjoying yourself - "this is fun, but i don't think you could really handle me". You're sitting on the ledge, it's a bit of a drop - hardly appropriate. After we're done smoking I put the collar on you. The snap of the button behind your neck marks the beginning of the second date...
I tell you to climb down. Like a little girl, your legs don't reach the floor without a bit of help. I pull you towards me, slide your body down, pushing you against the stone ledge. You can feel my cock hard through your skirt. "hey, come on, stop…" but I can feel how wet you are. I pull your hands behind your back. It's so easy. I'm not even sure whether I'm really that much stronger or if you're actually trying to fight me off. Either way it's not working. You're mine. I pin both your hands behind your back with one of mine. The other slides along your body. I can feel your breath as I move - you love every minute of this. We kiss, then I pull away. Do you really want me to stop? "yes..." You don't mean it, but I stop anyway. OK - time to go back in.
Once inside we find a little corner in one of the "private" rooms. There are people all around us. I don't care that you feel self conscious. I stroke your legs, touch you, kiss you, take my time. As you get used to the idea of people watching you start getting into it, climb on top of me, rubbing against me. I pinch you, caress you, finger-fuck you. I look into your eyes and ask if you're always this easy on a first date. I feel you freeze up - "wait... are we still playing?" You go back to sitting next to me and cross your legs. You're so cute, so new to this, so easy to catch off guard and manipulate. I comfort you, and two minutes later your legs are open again, on top of me, inviting me in...
As we leave, men's eyes follow us out, disappointed we didn't take it further. They don't know it's only the first date.
So... wanna meet at The Club? oh yes please... melting over the phone before I'd even touched you. You sent me a photo, so telling you what to wear is a no-brainer. You're petite, about a head shorter than me, and reserved - at least that's what the photo you sent tells me. You know what to wear right? No? OK here's what you do - tight black mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and the top is up to you. I'm more interested in what's under your waist line anyway.
And will you wear the collar I bring? sure. Cool. I smile - this is kind of fun, planning a first date as part of the play - foreplay actually. You ask if I could bring something for you to smoke too - thought you'd never ask. Would you wear a collar with a chain on it and let me lead you like the bitch that you are ? "no..." comes the response, "that's too much". I smile again - right, that's for the second date.
I call you up in the morning - I expect you to come shaved. Think about it as the hours trickle into the night. I buy you a special collar after work - no chains yet, but they could easily be attached to the metal rings. I tease you, letting you know what I have planned. You can't wait.
You come over around midnight - all dressed up according to plan. You're obviously a slut, but we both keep up the first date etiquette. I compliment you on your looks, offer you a red rose, we small talk on the way to the club. You ask to see the collar, I give it to you, registering your reaction. "i'm not going to put it on yet, ok ?" That's fine, we have time.
We get there, I offer to snap it on - "don't feel comfortable yet.." How sweet, a shy slut. We walk in, take in the atmosphere. You hug your arms, obviously uncomfortable with the undressing glares pretty much every male in the house sends your way. We walk around for a while, take in the atmosphere, get a couple of drinks, and exchange a few words through the deafening music.
"could we got out to smoke now?" Sure. We leave the crowded club into the open air, and find a comfortable secluded corner overlooking the bay. We're alone, still on our best first date behavior. Then we light up and relax. I ask you what you think of the club, tell you how much I like your getup. You're obviously enjoying yourself - "this is fun, but i don't think you could really handle me". You're sitting on the ledge, it's a bit of a drop - hardly appropriate. After we're done smoking I put the collar on you. The snap of the button behind your neck marks the beginning of the second date...
I tell you to climb down. Like a little girl, your legs don't reach the floor without a bit of help. I pull you towards me, slide your body down, pushing you against the stone ledge. You can feel my cock hard through your skirt. "hey, come on, stop…" but I can feel how wet you are. I pull your hands behind your back. It's so easy. I'm not even sure whether I'm really that much stronger or if you're actually trying to fight me off. Either way it's not working. You're mine. I pin both your hands behind your back with one of mine. The other slides along your body. I can feel your breath as I move - you love every minute of this. We kiss, then I pull away. Do you really want me to stop? "yes..." You don't mean it, but I stop anyway. OK - time to go back in.
Once inside we find a little corner in one of the "private" rooms. There are people all around us. I don't care that you feel self conscious. I stroke your legs, touch you, kiss you, take my time. As you get used to the idea of people watching you start getting into it, climb on top of me, rubbing against me. I pinch you, caress you, finger-fuck you. I look into your eyes and ask if you're always this easy on a first date. I feel you freeze up - "wait... are we still playing?" You go back to sitting next to me and cross your legs. You're so cute, so new to this, so easy to catch off guard and manipulate. I comfort you, and two minutes later your legs are open again, on top of me, inviting me in...
As we leave, men's eyes follow us out, disappointed we didn't take it further. They don't know it's only the first date.
