The Decision

The clock ticks as she sits there waiting in the cafe, for some reason the noise of the people around her are drowned out by the tick... tick.... tick..... of the wall clock on the other side of the room. She begins to wonder if he’ll ever turn up, he did say 10 o’clock didn’t he? Or was it 11? She pulls out her phone and re-reads her message.

“Be there at 10 sharp, I will not tolerate tardiness, or disrespect”

So if this was the case why was it 10.20 and nothing from him, no message, no note, nothing... she starts to tap her fingers on the table, the waitress approaches for the second time and asks her if she’d like to order. “No thank you, I’m waiting on a friend”

Was he a friend, was he something else... or just a stranger that she was meeting with to see if there was something to continue with. He had held her captured to her cell phone for 3 weeks now, messages going backwards and forward, the occasional picture message and once he had rang her at an agreed time where she was to have already gotten herself prepared for an orgasm just so he could hear how she sounded when she gave in to the desire of her bodying wanting to be taken to the final step before settling to a mellow high that she’d ride on for the next hour. He had kept words to a minimum on that one phone call, she had imagined him touching himself in a gentle motion bring himself near orgasm but she hadn’t noticed if he had had the same release as her.

His login name was SS but she wasn’t to address him as anything, no first name, no title. He had said that he didn’t want to be acknowledged as anything until they had met in person and she was willing to submit herself to him. Thinking back on this she realised that she wasn’t meeting a friend... she was meeting a stranger. One who had occupied her mind for quite some time, she didn’t know how she had functioned over the last 3 weeks but she hadn’t been anywhere without her phone, it lay hidden on her desk at work and under her pillow at night. Friends had made comment on her attachment to it but she just shrugged it off. He had told her that she must respond to any message he sent her within 30 minutes of it being set, with either a message or proof of the activity that he had asked her to complete. This idea made a smile appear on her face, which the two young guys across the room noticed and smiled back. Silly boys she thought to herself when she noticed, there was no way that she was trying to encourage them... she preferred them older, more mature and with experience. She put her trust in that experience and she believed that they understood the body more and were able to take her to a different level, to which she enjoyed.

She looked up at the wall clock, and the large hand had just found its way down to the 6, she decided enough was enough and she reached down and grabbed her hand bag but as she went to stand up she felt a firm hand on her shoulder pushing her back down into her chair, she looks up and sees him, he looks just like his picture and of how he described himself, he has an air of authority about him and makes her feel as she cannot look at him directly so she gazes back down at the table.

He sits down opposite her and stares at her soft brown hair curving around the shape of her face, her hazel eyes and the way that they were smiling not so long ago before she had a wave of disappointment when she believed that he wouldn’t show. “Thank you for being on time, you listened well, although we will need to work on your patience”

“I thought you weren’t coming, otherwise I would have waited for longer before trying to leave. I thought maybe you had arrived and not liked what was here so walked away without bring yourself to my attention, my mind was running on over drive, on past and current feelings... I’m sorry” she replied.

He motioned for the waitress and ordered himself a latte and a pineapple juice “for the girl” “Yes Sir” the waitress replied... what had she met him before? did she know of his lifestyle? Did he bring all of his encounters here? Jealousy entered her mind but was quickly dismissed when he reached across the table and grabbed her hand. His hand felt warm and smooth, she liked the way it cupped around hers, she feels the sparks fly. She so hopes that he’ll invite her back to his place, to play out some of the fantasies she’s already created.

He takes his time finishing his latte before he begins to discuss “the rules” with her.

* No playing without his knowledge or approval

* No talking unless being spoken too, that includes text messages

* After the end of the initial session she is to refer to him as Sir and only Sir, until then she was just to acknowledge him as a person

* A daily online journal which is to include at least one reference to something she has learnt that day

* You are to ensure that you are fully comfortable with everything we do and you need to communicate with me about your likes and dislikes via your journal unless there are things that require the use of the safety word

* On time, every time, no room for error, you are to be prepared and ready, our time will be precious and treasured.

She sat listening trying to take it all in... everything was so serious... up front... and direct. Would she remember it all, would she get it right... was she ready for this? His warm hand reassured her, he could see the look of concern on her face. “Don’t worry Pretty Girl, I will reminder you along the way, but for now I must go. I expect an email from you within 6 hours of your decision, if you wish for this to move onto the next step” with that he stood up, kissed her on the forehead and walked to the counter, paid for their drinks then disappeared out of the door.

She decided not to take the taxi home as planned, she thought walking would be the best option, give her time to think things though, the open air of the park grounds and the distraction of the kids biking around the pond. So much easier to deal with than a noisy taxi driver.

She thought about the risks involved and the impact it would have on her current lifestyle. What would her family think if they ever discovered this dark little secret of hers? She had fantasies of ropes, of blind folds and orders to follow, she likes the idea of being pushed, to accept things that she on her own didn’t have the will to try, but what would happen if he wanted her to do something that she didn’t like, if she didn’t have a good enough reason on why she wasn’t willing to try something, would he continue to push. She guessed that was something that she would have to find out if she decided to continue. He had told her previously that they would build the trust between the two of them before pushing any boundaries. The desire she felt for his control has taken charge, she knew she just had to accept this journey.

She sat in front of her computer screen, she had 20 minutes before she had to have her answer for him. Her mind was a daze, she had so many things to say to ask it was overwhelming. She wrote her acceptance letter a number of times... so many times she hit the delete button, erasing what she had written and starting again. She didn’t know how to start, how to finish or what to put in the middle. 5 minutes left and she finally was satisfied with what she had written:

After much deliberation I would like to accept this journey of self discovery with you as my guide.

She click on the send button and then waited, she wasn’t sure what she was waiting for but she felt like she should just wait... just a little bit longer...

She kept herself amused for the next hour by flicking screens around on her computer, accomplishing nothing but filling time. A message flicks up in the corner of the screen, an unread email, she quickly clicks on the box and her browser changes to her inbox. And there it was, an email from him.

“Well Done my girl, the journey has started. You will find over the next few weeks a range of emotions will engulf your life, do not let them overwhelm you, but deal with them, write them down and express them. Do not forget the rules we discussed today. I will be in touch”

And with that note she stood up from her computer, and walked into the bathroom. Turned the shower on and slipped under the hot water. Left to wonder... where would this journey take her...