I was curious. I wanted more. I needed to know if being submissive would give me the pleasure I craved. So when an a beautiful stranger offered to show me how to explore my sexual desires…I couldn’t refuse.
“I want to fuck you,” he said.
Shocked and frightened, I stiffened.
“Don’t worry,” he said, as if he’d read my thoughts. “I won’t hurt you. I’ve been watching you, and you’ve peaked my interest.”
He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. The warmth of his fingers penetrated the thin fabric of my dress, and I slowly relaxed.
“You are a woman, I believe, who thinks she knows what she wants but isn’t all together sure.”
I wanted to protest because I knew what I wanted, but I remained silent.
“I’ve seen you leave as soon as things become, um…shall we say, intense. You like gentle bondage, lovemaking, but none of the harder stuff. I’m wondering if you’re scared, or are truly uninterested. Or maybe that you’re afraid what you might learn about yourself.”
“I’m not afraid,” I said quietly.
“Then look,” he said, bringing my focus back to the room in front of us.
The blow job had ended, and the man had tied the woman face down on the bed. He picked up a whip and raised it to strike her. Usually at this point, I’d get up and leave, but the man behind me kept his hands on my shoulders, anchoring me to my chair.
“Keep watching,” he ordered in a deep, authoritative voice.
Mesmerized by his voice, I felt trapped, but also turned on, so I chose to do as he said. The man behind the glass struck the woman, and I winced, but the way she moved her hips against the restraints told me she enjoyed it.
The stranger dug his fingers deeper into my flesh and lulled me into a trance. I didn’t protest when he snaked his hands across my belly, lifted my dress, and stroked the thin, lacy cotton between my legs.
“You’re drenched, leading me to believe you’re enjoying the show.” He pushed the fabric aside and brushed my pussy with his fingertips.
“So wet, so perfect, but I don’t want our first orgasm together to happen here.” He removed his hand from my panties.
Immediately missing the stimulation, I fought the urge to cry out.
“Meet me tomorrow night,” he said, and gave me the name of the city’s most prestigious hotel. “I’ll guide you, give you great pleasure, and fuck every inch of you.”
A fresh surge of moisture pooled between my legs. If that was what his voice could do to me, what was I about to get myself into?
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Just ask for John Doe,” he whispered, and disappeared as quickly as he’d come.