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Elizabeth Part 1
Meeting the Man I Now Call Master I first met this amazing man across a meeting table, completing some stupid deal. I was sitting second chair while my boss did the heavy lifting to get our client a very good deal. Unfortunately, the guy on the other side also wanted a great deal. And since he was negotiating with his own money (no lawyers on his side), he was sweating the details and pushing for more. I was getting as much of a legal education from watching him as I was from watching my own boss. This guy knew the law and the numbers. The difference was that this man was about 15 years younger than my boss…certainly richer…creative, and definitely way better looking. His suit did not hide his body, it showcased it. My boss should have given in, just to get the name of his tailor. As a smart and ambitious attorney with a couple years of experience out of law school, I probably shouldn’t be thinking about somebody on the other side of the table in such a personal way. Unfortunately, I’m also a very sexual woman. I enjoy pleasing my lovers, showing off my body to both women and men, flirting shamelessly and making extra money to support my shoe habit. In short, I occasionally moonlight as a dancer at a very upscale club downtown. At first, I told myself I needed the extra money, but eventually admitted to myself that I simply like exposing myself to strangers. And that’s how we had our second meeting… ...It is two weeks later, the deal is done and I’m back on stage at the club, burning off some energy. As a former college gymnast, I still have a very nice body that combines the best part of muscle with the best part of female. My props (we all use them) are the stripper pole and a rope. I love rope. So, I’m arched out from the pole, showing off my breasts and ass in a sweet balance move…and I find myself looking directly into the eyes of the man from across the table. I almost fell off the damn stripper pole. But since the show must go on, I did the next best thing. I used the rope to tie myself to the pole and danced in a parody of bondage until my time was up. Tips and applause rained upon me; I noticed that the loudest applause, biggest tip and sweetest note came from you-know-who. He wrote: I would never go into a negotiation without knowing who I was dealing with. I already knew your boss from previous escapades. He’s a dick. Researching you was necessary and enlightening. I apologize for breaching the two parts of your life, but my curiosity got the better of me. I recognize in you those qualities which I have learned to appreciate in myself; a desire to live life on my own terms, ravenous curiosity and a willingness to balance the mind with the body. This is our second meeting, and I have now observed both your wicked smart mind and your wicked fine body. Good catch on that throw-away addendum I tried to insert, by the way. I would like to invite you to lunch at your convenience. At worst, you will have a great meal. At best, who knows?
He had me at “live life on my own terms”. We had lunch two days later.
Lunch We met at a very nice restaurant away from my office. I was wearing a starched white blouse, complimentary leather skirt and a silk jacket. The folks at my firm probably thought I was going on a job interview. We sat at a private table in a corner. He sat looking into the room, I sat looking at him, which was not hard to do. Today he was dressed in business-casual; pressed jeans, motorcycle boots, designer tee shirt and silk sport coat. I noticed a tattoo peeking out of his coat sleeve when he shook my hand. More and more interesting.
We talked about anything and everything. We discovered, at that lunch, that we were members of the same tribe who had just found each other. I found myself in this amazing middle ground of being both turned on and curious to know more. I told him so...
He asked me if I would like to learn a bit more, in exchange for showing more of myself. I said yes. Excited and afraid. He told me to go into the bathroom, take off anything I was wearing under my blouse and come back to the table. Not too risqué, I thought and realized my tiny little underwear was soaked through with cunt-juice. Oh well, another trip to the leather cleaner.
I left and returned within five minutes. I felt delightfully aroused with bare nipples brushing constantly against the starched blouse. The added pressure of the coat made it even worse (read: fantastic). He told me how good I looked as my breasts moved under my coat and that nobody even looked up…it was subtle (another advantage of firm breasts). He told me more about himself and his sensuality. I told him I wanted to know more. He told me to take off my jacket so he could see my rock-hard nipples against the blouse. I did. He told me more... He told me to undo a button. Then another. I did. He told me a secret... Thank god, no one could see me except him. I was going deliciously crazy trying to figure what I would do next. Because whatever he would ask…I would do. And I did. Finally, he signaled for the bill and asked if I wanted the waiter to see my open blouse. I enjoyed saying yes to this new man and a stranger admiring me. I eventually got everything back on in preparation for my return to the law office. As we rose to leave, he whispered in my ear, “Next time, don’t be wearing any underwear.” Next time? Hell, yes. _______________________________________________________________________ Becoming Sir We continued to see each other. I quickly found that I enjoyed saying Yes to his requests; and he made it clear they were always requests. I learned that I had not yet earned the role of submissive, not to mention the slave I was to become.
He tested me in ways I appreciated. Requesting me to think harder about the law through connecting (seemingly) random judgements into precedents. Taking my dancing to more sensuous places. I’ll never forgot the first time I danced blindfolded for an audience.
He introduced me to tantric meditation and martial arts and started me back in the gym as his workout partner. Almost killed me for the first three months. Then, I got in better shape and workouts became an opportunity to show off my tits, muscular ass and legs. I learned to suck his cock without gagging. He allowed me to learn at my own pace; gradually learning to open my throat, using my mouth and throat as a tight sleeve to get every drop of his cum. Jeez, he could stay hard a long time; in the beginning I’d get sore jaw. So, I practiced with a banana on my own. One afternoon in a car I surprised him by orally encasing his thick cock to the base and licking his balls while I sucked. He called me a showoff and told me not to stop. Glad to oblige.
Sometimes we would make love and sometimes we would fuck. Sometimes in private and sometimes in public. One evening he took me in an empty dining room at our favorite restaurant; leaned me over a table while he slid his cock deeply into my vagina, massaging my g-spot with that fine tool while I dripped cunt-juice on the floor. Without warning, he ordered me to cum…and I did. What a rush…cumming on command. And then again. Wow, tantric practice works.
We made love at our homes in an amazing number of positions and ways. I learned to easily take his cock in my mouth, pussy and ass…often in the same night. As you know, his first command was to tell me to cum. A command I welcomed, as often as possible. He was training me to be a submissive. I was training him to be my master.
By now I was in the habit of calling him Sir. It started as a joke and quickly morphed into something much more sexually serious. The first time I used the term, he told me to be careful what I asked for. I said I like the clarity of a command. He agreed to Sir, at least in private. Always my choice. I understand now, that my role as a submissive was one I needed to choose, not one forced onto me. The essence of what he called power exchange. He now had the right to command me. And he began to exercise that right, like the time he commanded me to get on my knees and suck his cock at his front door. The next time in PD parking lot.
After a few of these delightful sessions, I gave him a special gift. I told him he could call me his “anytime/anywhere/anyone” woman, that I would suck his cock any time…anywhere…and with anyone watching. I trusted him to keep me out of jail. and he has to this day. Of course, he has found every other possible way to push my limits. Like with his friend Louis.
Oh my god, Louis.