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bulldog080808 -> First Meeting part one (1/14/2010 2:23:42 PM)
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The couple sitting across from each other at the small table near the end of the row drew little notice from anyone except the waitress who took their order. And they shouldn’t have; for they were not unlike any that were drawn into the local joint for food, drink and noise of crowds. The age difference was of no significance to anyone as it was not uncommon for a dad to bring his daughter in during the lunch hour for a casual meeting of the minds. Dad’s would try to do their best to stay involved in their daughter life and the daughter’s would do their best to tell them they are involved but plead for limits.
The Dad would most likely be in his fifties and she old enough to order a cocktail if she wanted. He would be doing most of the talking and she would be listening intently, doing a lot of nodding, smiling and adding an occasional laugh to his remarks. Yes, just a father and daughter having lunch, nothing unusual at all; no need for the police to be of concern, the political correct could stay home, the others at nearby tables need not worry for they look normal. They could be living across the street from you, in the hall across from your apartment or your next door neighbor.
One would have to really watch or stare hard at the couple to catch the difference that they were. But for anyone to do that they, the gawker, would be too oblivious and that just would not do in a place where dozens of conversations continued all at once. Private talk expectedly drowned out by the mixing of so many other conversations gave them the perfect place for their first meeting.
No, no one would take any notice that the young ladies foot was resting against his calf as casual contact in such a small area would be accepted. So it, like their words, went un-noticed in plain site; no one would see that her foot was in fact massaging the older man’s calf muscle in a very, very seductive way. Her shoe, being open- toed, allowed her big toe to gently run up his calf and then retrace its path down again. Her act of teasing so slow, so casual, its purpose remained hidden to the average patron.
They stayed about forty minutes; he sipped a bourbon and sprite, she had two diet cokes and as they left had anyone observed his hand coming into contact with her ass, seemingly running across it, it surely would have been seen as an accidental touch; for the man had to be her father or at the very least an Uncle to the young lady.
Even her words, “Thank you Sir,” would be recalled as a young lady giving respect for an older generation. No other connection would be made from her words for to do so would require the ordinary to become perverted.
But her words, “Thank you Sir,” were made out of respect but not due to the generation gap but because of their relationship now forming anew. He wasn’t a father to her or an Uncle or any other family member but her mentor in her new life ahead which required her to address him with the respect of a Master. She must be submissive to him in all ways, including what went on when the motel door closed.
This was their first public meeting after countless hours of talking about everything and anything online then by phone. The next step in a growing relationship as they looked upon each other to see if the connection they felt on the phone survived over a table’s length. It all came down to this meeting; he could reject her or she would be allowed to change her mind and go home alone.
The first meeting would be setup in a public place with his insistence, contending it was for her peace of mind and safety even though it benefited him more in the short run. For to meet in a private setting would put her on edge, on guard and work against the hours he spent gaining her trust. Too much time could not be wasted or misspent, not now; not when he was so close to consummating their new relationship. His rules and conditions, as well as hers were agreed by both on the phone and her needs and desires well discussed with promises of them being met and satisfied.
They came in different cars and would leave the same way if all went sour or their meeting would continued eagerly in their short walk to the motel across the parking lot.
Jack had already purchased the rental of the room ahead of their meeting as his experience in these matters told him it was a safe bet. He had been living the lifestyle going on three decades and this wasn’t his first meeting with a new slave into his world of BDSM. Candy’s naiveté and excitement worked in his favor along with his knowledge of what to say and when. His words were intoxicating and inviting to her as it was to the others or any soul of unfulfilled needs. Candy’s desires drove her closer to him and his words as the inexperience of past boyfriends left her confused and unsatisfied.
Candy believed he understood her and what she was going through and Jack did to his credit; having heard the same story over and over countless times.
He reassured her, telling her he understood how her young body was constantly in upheaval; her wants and needs left unchecked. That, his experience in these matters were exactly what she needed to be satisfied, to be a complete woman. Candy took in his words as honey to her soul, convincing her that he was not just required but needed and needed very urgently. The years of living in the lifestyle fascinated her, intrigued her to the point of her creaming as she listened intently to his words.
As she left the restaurant with him, her arm wrapped in with his, she walked with excitement; her mind recanting the countless stories of orgasms after orgasms from his hands. For the first time in her life she was anxious to play, her pussy already wetting her panties in anticipation of the journey he described to her online and by phone.
The motel door closed with a thud and then the sound of the deadbolt securing the door broke her trance. Suddenly societies training of what was supposed to be normal kicked back in. She was in a motel room with a man more than twice her age to have sex with him; to submit her body to whatever his desires might be.
A sudden sense of entrapment bought her back to the reality. Fear replacing the thrill of unchartered sex promised; chaos in her life, given order. Her mind now recalled news stories of missing women, hunters or hikers finding decomposing bodies in shallow graves or bones dug up by the animals of the night.
She clutched her hands tightly together in front of her pressing them into her breast. She kept her eyes closed hoping against hope that when they opened she would be waking up from a dream. But her ears gave away the fact she wasn’t in a dream because they told her she was not alone.
Jack went about closing the cheap curtains, the kind that never seemed to close completely in those semi-cheap motels rooms. Candy listened intently as she heard each side sliding on their thin metal rails. She felt darkness take over the room engulfing her and a slight chill went up her spine. Should she turn and fight him or beg for her life? Scenario after scenario ran quickly through her mind; each one causing her to freeze unsure which one was correct, which one would keep her alive.
It was then Candy felt his hands on her shoulders; she could feel his hot breath against her neck, as he whispered in her ear, “I know you are having second thoughts Candy. It’s normal if you are. Remember, we talked about that.”
Jack’s voice was soothing to her for it began to calm her nerves a little. She was hearing the same voice that had told her exactly what to do over the phone. His instructions followed precisely always brought her to climax after climax as she never felt before.
He was right; they had talked about this very moment of apprehension. She remembered the conversations as he explained the excitement turning towards fear. But she also remembered her foolish reply that she was fine with meeting him; that she felt a connection to him and how he now knew more about her then anyone in the world. Candy remembered begging him repeatedly to meet her as it was expected by her Master to do so.
Jack’s hands left her shoulders and she waited holding her breathe for what could be next. Frozen by fear her mind asked; would a knife be placed against her throat or would a rope being put around her neck and tighten till life left her was unanswered.
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