Here is my rewrite of the story attempting to deal with the points you made Mad Lews.
Kim, let me tell you, this weekend was the most interesting of my life. I know you were worried about me going to Vegas to meet DeWinter, but I want to tell you what happened so that you will know I made the right decision.
What is it about a sub that can cause an instant tingle in a normally sane Doms groin? Especially online? It cannot be the looks, because we all know that online people can be anyone they want to be.
When I first noticed DeWinter on the forum, her avatar casually intrigued me. I did not intend to approach her in any other than a casual manner, but from the first, our conversations caused me to want to delve deeper into this mysterious person.
Our Private Messages on the forum soon progressed to Instant Messages. Next, emails, soon I was calling her. The more I learned about her, the more I wanted her.
As a head chef, she would tolerate no insubordination in her kitchen. Whenever I called, she would answer in what we came to call her public voice. As soon as she would realize who was on the phone, her voice would change. The only time that did not happen is if she was in the kitchen where others could here her. I soon learned to tell where she was by the way she spoke after she knew I was on the phone.
As we talked, I discovered in her not just a desire, but an actual need to be dominated. She first hinted at this as she described the way she would physically react to certain things I said in or IM conversations, and the first time it happened on the phone I discovered a matching desire in myself to cause that reaction.
We developed a rapport that enabled me to provoke this reaction at will. The most interesting thing about this was that it was not the sexual aspects that set her off, but the actual act of submission. I could even cause her to do this in front of the kitchen staff if I wanted, though I only did so when I felt she needed to remember her place.
We made plans for us to meet in Vegas. She often traveled as part of her work, and I was able to get away for a weekend to meet her. She was there as part of a convention of chefs.
The day was typical for Vegas in August, and I dealt with the triple digit temperature as I walked from the car to the hotel. The blast of refrigerated air upon entering the lobby was invigorating. I quickly looked around to see if I could spot her.
Have you ever noticed how the movies always show hotel lobbies as crowded? This has rarely been my experience in real life. At most, there are a few people checking in. Today proved to be the exception. There were perhaps two dozen people scattered throughout the place. I guess they were taking a break from their gambling and had decided to stay there rather than brave the heat that I had just experienced.
I had no trouble recognizing her even so. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but she was still the most magnetic woman in the lobby. She must have been expecting me to come in through the front door instead of from the parking lot.
She was facing away from me, and her hair tumbled from her head, to her shoulders, and halfway down her back. It resembled a waterfall as it stirred when she moved. The thick, black curls hung loose. Like every other man in the lobby, I watched her as she stood there. Her movements were sensuous and seductive. Yet she was obviously not on the prowl.
You might wonder about this, but I understand that women can tell the same thing about men. She carried herself like a woman who wanted sex, but would never be satisfied with anything less than the perfect man. We all wanted to be that man, but most men would not even try to approach her. She projected an air of being unapproachable that radiated across the lobby, and actually caused one person to change his path as he neared her.
I was surprised to see that someone was talking to her.
He was about 6’ and 170#. Lean muscles, a great tan, and perfect teeth, everything I am not. I watched for a couple of minutes, and she kept glancing around, trying to spot me. I was almost directly behind her so she could not see me without turning her back on the boy who was talking to her.
I walked up behind her to listen, and could hear that she would soon lose her temper with this poseur and cut him down to size. He stood there oblivious to the fact that she was trying to get rid of him without causing a scene, probably because she knew I would not approve of it if she did. He was so vain that he had no idea of what risk he was running. Probably made his living off tourists and was not used to being spurned by 40 something housewives.
I moved closer and set down my suitcase. The boy glanced at me and dismissed me as inconsequential. He was convinced she was an ice princess, and was determined to melt her. If he had no chance how would I?
His arrogance rubbed me the wrong way, and I decided to unleash the passion inside DeWinter, just to give him a glimpse of what he would be missing, and to let him know not to discount what experience could do for a man.
I stepped forward as he turned his attention back to her. Reaching out I took her hair in my right hand, and pulled her back against me. I felt her tense as I wrapped my left arm around her waist. I knew I had best let her know who I was before she screamed or tried to fight me.
“Hello wench.”
Her entire demeanor changed as she recognized my voice. Molding her against me, I bit her neck. She melted, and I felt her body tense in pleasure as her first orgasmic contraction in my arms took place.
“Oh-uh-ugh”
I looked up to see how the young boy was taking to my demonstration. His eyes had widened and I could see the confusion written across his face. I decided to further his education with a more impressive demonstration.
Letting go of DeWinter’s hair and waist, I moved my hands to her shoulders and bent to whisper in her ear.
“Don’t turn around, keep your eyes open.
“Remember the time I raped you on the phone? How I made you fuck yourself with the vibrator even though all you really wanted was for me to leave you alone?”
As I spoke, her eyes rolled back and she began to cum in earnest.
“Ju-uh-uh-osh”
This came out much louder than she would have liked, and most of the lobby turned to look in our direction. She started to bend forward and I tightened my grip on her shoulders to prevent this from happening. I watched the flush spread up her neck, and my delight came bubbling out in a laugh. I forgot about the boy as I turned her to me for our first kiss. She moved into my arms and turned her mouth up to meet my descending lips.
A groan interrupted our first kiss as she came again; it was the most intoxicating kiss I had ever experienced. As we finished I held her in my arms and smiled at her.
“You wet your pants wench.”
She smiled up at me as she blushed.
“Bad man. Very bad man.”
The love in her voice as she said pierced straight into my heart.
“I love you, Sabine.”
That, Kim, is where I will end this tale, as the rest of the weekend involved what you might expect when two kinky lovers spend an all too brief weekend together.
