A Connection

[NightNurse]

suddenly all flights to Seattle are booked... why is that?

[Ozme52]

She wants to hear it from my perspective. I think that's only fair.

When I first mounted my bike in California, I'm thinking this trip to experience the motorcycle pheonomenon that is Sturgis is also an excellent opportunity to meet some of the people I've talked to on the forums. Dom/mes, switches or subs, it wouldn't matter... but talking to subs is something I especially enjoy.

So up I ride on my bike and I know I'll look impressive. Head to toe in black. Leathers, boots, I'm tall, wearing dark shades, I know I look powerful and I don't mind displaying myself as powerful. My soul is still abuzz from the long ride. I'm ready to meet her and though I've entertained several racy fantasies as I rode to this lunch date, I have no expectation that it will be anything other than a quiet meal and some pleasent conversation. Some shared amusement as we talk about people we know on the forums.

She's waiting under a sunshade and as I walk around the corner I see her eyes open in appreciation. My reaction is well hidden by practice and by my sunglasses but it's mutual, I am instantly attracted to her as well. But we haven't said a word yet, it is merely her physical beauty. Little did I realize, chemistry would follow.

We talk trivialities but it is clear she is distracted by my presence. I begin to direct the conversation, asking about her journey into submission, her lifestyle experiences. The more she reveals, the more I ask, even demand to know. Just a query on the surface of it, but none-the-less, no two ways about it, I expect to hear the answer. She has no choice. Each question more probing, each answer intended to be more revealing.

Soon I offer my hand for her to take. She misses the gesture so I take her hand and put it around mine. The moment she is comfortable I reverse our hands and now I have physically captured her. I don't let her avert her eyes. If she were my submissive, she would do so out of respect but here she is just hiding from my gaze, so I make her look and I can see her desire to submit grow with each passing moment. She tries to regain some control and wants to ask me things but her thoughts are trapped by her emotions. She swings back and forth between a high flush and pale distress. Everytime I see her gain a measure of control I remind her to breathe deeply. In, out, in, hold it, breathe out and relax. An apparent kindness but I am taking control even of her breath. Her hands grow moist. And I am likewise enthralled by her growing submission to me.

My legs are now between hers. I mention leg posture. I express my minor disappointment that she is wearing panties beneath her dress. Everytime she begins to regain herself I bump her knees apart, or squeeze her hands, or cross her wrists and envelope them within my single hand and softly stroke her forearm. But I too have lost control, so to speak, and am no longer willing to stop, though I imagine if she asks... I would. Yet I want one gift before we part. I want her to relinquish control to me long enough to gift me with her orgasm. So every question pushes on her psyche. I drive her inevitably toward compliance. Resistance is futile. Until I send her to the bathroom. "Say my name when you cum."

The rest? I hardly remember the details. I remember her eyes. Now eagerly gazng into my eyes, perhaps waiting for me to order her to invite me home. And I want to. But it would be crazy... wouldn't it?

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Time is running out. Has it really been 4 hours since we began. All across a table. Nothing but words, eyes, hands, and the occassional bumping of knees. I must move on. So must she. But now as I redon my gear, ready to mount my bike, all I can think is I don't want to go. I want her on her knees, I want everything she has to offer. And here we stand, no table between us. I must have a taste.

And as I drive away, I know the taste of her lips, the feel of her back, her waist, her ass. I know many of her secret desires. Somehow, someday, I'd like to help her fulfill them. But not today, not this trip.