The Submission of Miss Jane (part 1)

I hooked up with Jane (not her real name!) online about a year ago. She was a single mother in her late 30s, working as a casual schoolteacher in Sydney's west, and clearly looking for something extra -- some escape from the normal. After exchanging introductions and interests, she revealed that she wanted to be submissive.  She wanted a man to dominate her in the bedroom. I explained that my style of domination was gentle but firm, never abusive or degrading. For me, the Dom/sub relationship is about mutual satisfaction, in which my sub must trust me and follow my instructions. I explained that I might require my sub to do things that would make them feel uncomfortable or self-conscious. This was never about any form of humiliation, physical or emotional, but rather it was about me making all of the decisions when we were alone together and having her obey.

Although we were building trust through email over the course of a few weeks, obviously we still didn't know each other extremely well and hadn't met in person. I could tell from our messaging alone that she was a reserved woman, cautious and not prone to risk taking. She mentioned that she'd been in several long-term relationships in her adult life, but these were all rather vanilla, and had never really pushed any kind of boundaries since she'd been a teenager. Engaging in this kind of 'anonymous' activity was a significant step for her, but also aligned perfectly with what I was looking for. It was important for both of us that she feel safe, and so I insisted she make her own "safe word" - this was even before we met the first time. I also recommended that our first meeting be a non-intimate one: An agreed cafe during the daytime, so we could eyeball each other, but also to give each other a no-hard-feelings, opt-out opportunity. We wouldn't be in Dom/sub 'mode' for this first meeting; this was really for breaking the ice and affirming trust. Suffice to say our initial meeting was a success. I asked her to 'sleep on it' before she replied to agree to meet me at a pre-booked hotel room.

On the night before our hotel meeting, I gave her instructions that she was to wear regular clothes like she would on any casual day. I knew that she would likely be anxious before she arrived, and I didn't want her fussing with her hair, or with a dress that she wasn't used to wearing. She arrived on time in the late morning after I texted her the hotel room number. I let her in and as soon as she put her handbag on the coffee table I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her gently.

I could tell that she was very nervous, but after a moment she responded positively to the kiss. She put her hands up to the sides of my body. It was now time to help her understand her submissive role. "Uh uh. No." I told her softly. "Keep your hands at the side of your body please."
She obeyed, and I continued to kiss her, moving my own hands up to the sides of her face, then down her shoulders again and over her chest. The initial feeling of my hands moving over her clothed breasts made her gasp a little - I could sense that her instinct was to flinch, but she held still.

I moved back and sat in the single lounge chair and she remained standing beside the coffee table in front of me, unsure of what to do. This is how I wanted her to be in that moment: Unsure and waiting for my instruction. I picked up a water bottle from the table, cracked the lid and crossed my legs, and smiled at her as I took a sip.
"How are you feeling at the moment?" I asked her, knowing the answer.
"A little bit nervous," she said, smiling.
"A little bit nervous, SIR...," I corrected gently.
She blushed, still clearly unsure of herself.
"Say it, please." I told her, my tone unchanged.
"A little bit nervous, Sir!" she replied. I said to her, "You will always have permission to speak, unless I tell you otherwise. But, you must always address me as Mister Jones, or Sir, whenever you talk to me. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good girl. Now, How about you take off your cardigan and put it on the chair. Fold it neatly please. Then slip off your shoes."
She obeyed, and stood barefoot on the carpet in the same spot where I kissed her.It was time to test her reserved comfort levels.
"Now. Take off your blouse, please."
She hesitated, but to her credit, not for long, and she unbuttoned her blouse carefully and placed it over her cardigan. Her large breasts bulged against her lace bra. She glanced back at me, but then looked away and folded her arms across her chest.
"You have a lovely, feminine body, Miss Jane," I told her. "Now. Please take off your skirt."
Again, she did so, and now in just her underwear, she fussed with her folded clothing in a futile effort to avoid meeting my gaze and whatever was to come next.
"Stand back where you were, Miss Jane. Hurry up please."

She returned to her spot and looked down at the floor, crossing her hands in front of her crotch.
"I understand that you're embarrassed, but I don't want you to be. I like what I see very much, and I don't want you to hide yourself. I just want you to do what I say. Ok. Now take off your bra and panties please. Leave them on the coffee table in front of you."

She turned to face away from me as she unhooked her bra from behind and roll her knickers off. She dropped them onto the glass table top, keeping her arms folded across her chest with her body turned at an angle. I didn't say anything, giving her a moment to think about my expectations of her. After a good ten seconds she finally looked at me and I raised my eyebrows at her, an unspoken signal to her that I expected her to face me properly. She complied reluctantly and blushed, crossing her hands instead in front of her crotch again. She became aware that I was looking at how her upper arms were pushing her breasts together, causing them to bulge upwards a little more than they normally would, and so she tried to relax them a little with limited success.

"Put your hands by your sides, please, Miss Jane." She fidgeted a little, but did as I asked, revealing at last her smooth crotch. (In our previous online conversations I told her that I preferred my ladies to retain at least some pubic hair, but she did tell me it was her own preference to be smooth and hair-free. I didn't object. There might be a time to explore these kinds of preferences in the future.)

Jane was now at her most vulnerable, and I needed her to feel that vulnerability. I sat unmoved and took another sip of water. 
"You're a sexy woman, Miss Jane, and I enjoy looking at you. I know you're feeling self-conscious right now, but I'm not trying to make you feel embarrassed. But I do want you to learn what it feels like to be pushed out of your comfort zone and give yourself over to me. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes, Sir," she relied meekly.
I stood up and moved towards her. She looked up at my face with adorable puppy-dog eyes -- honestly, that was enough to make me want to ravish her on the spot. But I held my demeanour, put my hand gently under her chin and kissed her again. This time it was a more passionate kiss - her mouth was warm, and to her, my mouth would have been cool and wet from the last mouthful of water I had taken. She let out a tiny little sigh as my mouth cupped hers and my tongue probed inside her, and I ran my hands over her soft, large breasts. After a moment I pulled away, still stroking the top of her chest, and stepped around so that I was standing behind her. Instinctively she turned with me and put her hands up to my body. 
"No, no," I said firmly. "Stay standing where you are with your hands by your sides please."
She answered "Yes Sir," and complied.
"Good girl," I offered, and stood behind her, my hands reaching around to stroke and fondle her ample breasts while I kissed the back of her neck. It made her fidget and sigh some more -- clearly her initial embarrassment was beginning to dissolve into needy excitement. After a while her hands strayed up yet again, reaching behind her to touch my hips as I pressed into her.
I stepped back calmly so that she couldn't reach, then slapped her sharply on the right bum cheek. She shrieked and straightened herself up on the spot. Without raising my voice I reminded her, "I've given you instructions, Miss Jane, and I require you to follow them. There will be a time when you may touch me, but I will tell when that is. Until then, you are required to remain still. Understand?"
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir."
I gave her a moment to compose herself and leaned back into her again. My handprint was developing into a crisp, pink shape on her butt cheek, and I stroked it with the same hand. "Mmm, lovely," I said. "This might happen more often if you can't follow my instructions properly." 
 It was more of a tantalising promise than a threat. I knew she would let the thought of the butt slap settle in, and I expected she would realise that she enjoyed the physical sensation, the surprise of it, and the idea of being corrected for her behaviour. And in the unlikely event that she didn't enjoy it, it would act as a deterrent against future disobedience.

I ran my hands over her some more, concentrating on her back and her gorgeous, round bottom. From behind I caressed downwards, over her thighs and around the front, over the soft pillow of her pubic mound. Then back behind her again, my left hand heaving and gently squeezing her breasts while my right hand moved up between her butt cheeks.
"Spread your legs apart for me please, Miss Jane. Put your right foot up on the coffee table."
It was a little awkward for her to cooperate with this, standing up while I continued to explore her. But she managed to keep her balance ok, while my fingers moved up to her pussy from behind. I didn't needn't to probe at all to feel her wetness. My god. Was she wet...

Indeed -- I moved my fingers gently around the outer surface of her pussy for mere seconds, and my hand was soaked. She had well and truly moved beyond embarrassment, and was now in a clear state of arousal. That was faster than I expected."Mmm," I whispered to her, "I think we're ready to mix things up things a little." 
 Frankly, the urge to fuck Miss Jane senseless at this moment was almost overwhelming. But this wasn't just about me. She was here for a complete submissive experience, and it would be unfair to deny her of that.  

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(part 2 coming soon!)

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