He wanted me to meet him for a drink at a luxury hotel downtown. I arrived, albeit a few minutes late; he didn’t mind one bit (normally, he’d be very annoyed) since he had requested a dress and I obliged (essentially), very silky and short and paired with black 5” platforms. He kept telling me how great I looked all night - all legs and big shades - so I was happy with my choice of attire. He was very tan from his travels, looking good and dressed sharply as always. We chatted for a bit in the lounge and decided to head out and get a drink somewhere else.
Walking downtown, we looked dangerous. Everyone stared at us; he basked in every second of it. He loved being the center of attention, and I felt comfortable in the spotlight with him. We compliment one another well that way.
We ordered food to-go from a yummy restaurant and hopped into a bar down the street to grab a drink while we waited.
During our chat I went through a roller-coaster of emotions. Sometimes he was hilarious and witty and engaging and sometimes he was condescending and hurtful. He had fun pushing my buttons, and no matter how hard I tried to maintain a straight face, he broke me down, during which I felt small and unimportant. I think I did a good job of hiding this sentiment however.
Sometimes I think he enjoys this whole game. Sadist? Maybe. He has a very dominant personality, and even though I hated this part of him when we first met, I am starting to grow very fascinated and excited by it. This is parallel to my growing intrigue in Male dominance and complete female submission, so in the back of my mind, I knew all of these hidden desires would surface somehow. I knew I was going to be a dirty little girl and offer my holes to him. I wanted to give in to my desire to be taken, and I did.
We brought the food back to his apartment. Music was playing, maybe jazz. We sipped on tequila. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew, I was on his bed with my ass in the air saying “Thank you, Sir.”
I had never said anything like this to him before.
He said he liked hearing me thank him and call him ‘Sir’ (inside I was thrilled at his positive response). I think I opened up pandora’s box because he began to get pretty vocal about my thanking him and pulled my hair back HARD so my back remained in a severe arch while he pounded me. He came; I didn’t, but he never really acknowledged it.
I liked the dirty feeling I got from knowing I was there purely for his pleasure.
Afterwards, he told me he wanted the ‘Sir’ title to spillover into everyday life. I think he was kidding, but I think he would secretly enjoy it if it ever were to happen.