A Submissive's Life Begins
In spite of the crowd in the lounge, her laughter carried across the room to his corner booth. He had first noticed her voice more than thirty minutes before, the first time she let go a throaty expletive that left the others with her smiling at her and one another. He couldn't help but look over to see the face that accompanied the two words, "Holy Fuck!" As she repeated herself more softly, but still loud enough for him to hear, she dropped her hands to her lower thighs and bent her knees. She looked at each person in her group with a dazzling smile that radiated energy across the thirty feet that separated them. He'd actually silently mouthed the word "Wow" and, since, his eyes had not left her.
She was, at once, sensually feminine and a little masculine. He found the contrast appealing. Her jeans weren't tight, not worn to attract attention. Rather they had a soft, worn, look that suggested they were a favorite and frequent garment. The checker cotton work shirt seemed no less familiar. Her sandy-blonde hair was pulled back and retained by a butterfly clip. Sunglasses rested atop her head and the red splash across her cheekbones said they had been needed earlier in the day and weren't being worn for affect. Her appearance and her bearing suggested a natural authenticity. As he took all this in, he was amassed at the level of his consideration of her. He wasn't thrown to evaluating women in a bar. In fact, the bar scene wasn't any more his thing than was chasing women. His professional life brought him in contact with women enough and he was comfortable in creating and maintaining relationships. No, something unique was happening here and his hard-on was the evidence. He'd had a soft throb going for the last twenty minutes, was enjoying his fantasies about her and, wasn't at all worried that his buddy Michael was late for their meeting.
Standing while the friends around her sat, she was the natural center of attention. That attention appeared freely given. Three men and three women were clearly enjoying the story she shared. He wondered what it was she had to say that mesmerized them as much as he found himself mesmerized. He realized he needed to get closer to her, to experience her words being directed toward her. When, finally, she broke from her group heading toward the Ladies Room he moved with her. His walk was direct, no silly detours or staging. He intercepted her as she reached for the doorknob.
"Hi, I'm Hunter. You've probably felt me watching you for the last half hour. I love your laugh." He held her eyes and waited for her response.
"Well, Hunter I'm Melanie and I have to pee. Stand right here and don't move. I'll be right back." She actually pointed to a spot on the floor and he move a foot or so to stand there. She pushed past him into the restroom, leaving the subtle scent of her behind for his mind to toy with. Minutes passed during which he found himself thinking of what she might be doing behind the door. Such musings weren't usual for him. Standing in his spot, he imagined her naked ass cheeks on a white toilet seat, those soft jeans pooled around her ankles. Strange sensations, strange thoughts; His cock hardened.
He was startled from his imaginings by softly spoken questions, "Do you always do exactly what a woman tells you? You haven't moved an inch. Do you expect a reward? If so, what do you want?" Her eyes smiled as much as her mouth and lips. She waited for his response, he found himself blushing, struggling to put a coherent response together. Weird.
Finally, "In reverse order, I want to buy you a drink, to talk with you, to hear you laugh at something I say. Call it a reward if you want to. And, until now I've not thought about it. But, if doing exactly what you want is going to get me a drink with you then okay." As he finished his comment she reached with her right hand to softly draw the back-side of her fingertips across his right cheek.
"Really. Hunter be careful, you might be asking for more than you can handle," her eyes locked on to his and he couldn't look away. Hunter felt emboldened. "Melanie, I can take whatever you have to offer." She smiled knowingly. "Let me say good-bye to my friends. Get me a Bloody-Mary and I'll join you in ten minutes."
"I'm in the booth...," he started to turn his head directionally as he spoke, but she cut him off. "I know where you are." She said it so directly that he found himself creating a deeper meaning in her words, what meaning exactly he didn't know, but he suddenly wanted her to mean more. Moving away, she turned back to speak quietly over her shoulder, "Oh, before you get that drink, go in the bathroom and remove your underwear. Throw them away. You won't be needing them any more." He blinked and nodded affirmatively.
Hunter's head was spinning, but he never questioned his intention to do exactly as she said, as she directed. He moved into the vacant stall in the men's head and removed his sandals and jeans, sliding his boxers to his ankles. He was surprised as he did so that his penis was rock hard, pre-cum glistened at the tip. Stepping out of the boxers, he put the jeans back on enjoying the coarseness of the fabric as is drew across a now-throbbing engorged knob. ""Jesus, what is this woman doing to me. Or, what am I doing to myself?" Hard cock, hanging left, evident clearly through the jeans he returned to the booth. She didn't approach for more than an hour. He waited and waited, surprisingly patient as he stole occasional glances in the direction of her and her friends, who now stared directly at him from time to time, laughing. He never went soft even as his humiliation grew.
Finally, she approached the booth. "Are you commando?" He knew what she meant. He's spent ten years in the Coast Guard, a swimmer. He tried to sound casual and upbeat. "Yeah, hanging free and easy." Melanie slid in next to him.
"Pull out your cock and balls. Leave them out until I tell you to tuck them away." As she spoke she looked challengingly into his face. Her expression had changed from a teasing smile. Her features commanded his compliance. He actually found himself stuttering in response, "You can't, can't really expect me to do that. This bar is full of people. Someone will see me. We'll get thrown out, or worse, be put in jail." Melanie shook her head softly from side to side. "Hunter, Hunter, are you strong enough to be one of my men or were you just bull-shitting when you said you'd take my orders to get to know me? I don't play games, do you?"
