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She wasn't sure to begin with, but...

1:19 pm Saturday, 18th November, 2017

We'd talked for days from a web meet. Talked about her desires, needs and fantasies; there were many. I could tell that she wanted to meet. Time, date, location arranged...5 minutes before due, she texted.
Quivering, blushing cheeks, breathless, she almost propped the door surround up. Covered by the door, I let her in. She was in awe as I turned around, arse bare apart from leather thong strap running between buttocks. The leather of the uniform quietly creaked as I took her to the lounge over looking the river. Just the river and open fields beyond, with balcony, for a future adventure. My boots echoed on the hard floor, her teetering heeled irregular footsteps, clattering behind. 
Drink and seated on a soft sofa, she tried to come to terms with the reality. She admitted that she wasn't sure I really looked like I did. Was she frightened? Upset? Unsure still? None of these. She wanted to share in this reality.
I wanted a real verbal explanation of her wants, desires and fantasies. I explained that these were the things that if met, would give her the satisfaction she so wanted. 
But why was she here? A 30 something with family and a hubby, lovely house on the edge of a country town. Good job, with prospects. Hubby worked too. A comfortable lifestyle. That was the problem...it was cosy. Now that there was a family around, excitement had gone. He was satisfied that he'd done his bit. His career was important to him, and she was left to "run" everything in the house, shopping, family support; the lot...and the job. She wanted...to escape. Not for ever. She loved her partner; he'd help with the family creation initially, after all. But now? She felt ignored. She still had her private list of fantasies, running around the labyrinths of her mind. She mentioned them once, and was laughed at. That really hurt. Especially when he just turned over, put his bedside light out and said nothing more. She remembered sitting in the half light of the bedroom and think, "was this it then?" This was all there was? 
So how come she found me?
A friend at work was celebrating a birthday early evening, from the office, with other colleagues too. It was in a busy town centre pub; loads of room for parties of people. The friend was getting a touch merry and, girls being girls, they went off to the loo together, the two of them. Just as she'd gone through into the washroom area, the friend's mobile chirped. She glanced at the screen and giggled. She excused herself and went into a cubicle. The sounds of rustling clothing were normal. Then the distinct, but quiet, sound of fingers in a wet, slippery private place and slow, shallow breathing gently echoed over the top of the door. The girl who'd come to see me admitted that she was incredibly intrigued by why this was suddenly happening. When at last her friend appeared, with semi embarrassed flushed cheeks, she ventured to ask what was going on. Was it her husband on the 'phone. She was sworn to secrecy and was told that she was having an affair, but no ordinary liaison. her friend began to unravel her clandestine relationship through a drunken haze. And that, in a nutshell, is what started this whole thing off.
Now, with her coffee over, and the view across the river still very much in view, she asked the most amazing question. She faltered, as she began. She asked if she could submit, to me. I asked her if she was sure. her response was that from she had seen from our conversations and what she saw now, she knew that this was right. If she didn't, if she'd left and perhaps thought about a future meeting, she'd regret the missed opportunity. I said that she could. 
How? She wanted to know.
I placed a cushion on the floor. I said that any sub, who placed herself in my care would always be expected to present herself before me, at the beginning on each private meeting. 
But how does she do that? She really was nearly biting my hand off.
She removes all of her clothing, folds them neatly in a pile and then kneels in a particular presentation pose, at my feet....



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