He reached over to a small pad and pen located on the end table beside him and wrote down some websites he recommend Robin use to educate herself and pressed the paper into her hot, sweaty palm. He told her they'd meet again in a week, at the Family Restaurant, just the two of them. At that time, they'd talk and decide where to go from there.
It wasn't an invitation or suggestion. It was a command, and it sent sweet chills down her spine, straight to her pussy.
Why did she want to please him so much? Where were these feelings coming from? She was overcome by excitement and arousal. There were too many thoughts and feelings to sort out, not to mention the butterflies in her stomach. She had so many questions about him, as well as about herself. It was so much to deal with, too much, really. However, she was thrilled to be right where she stood, looking at Master Robert, who apparently wanted HER.
How in the world did that happen!?
Before he walked her downstairs, he took her right hand in his and very gently turned her wrist over so her hand was faced palm up. He leaned over and very softly, kissed her palm. Electricity raced up her arm.
For a moment, Robin couldn’t breathe.
As they left the club then walked through the parking lot together, her thoughts were jumbled. She vaguely recalled hearing Lewis say goodbye, but her mind was elsewhere. Had she even replied? Robert had been touching her the entire time.
The heat from his hand on the small of her back felt exquisite. Was she dreaming? Was this really happening? Was he even real?
Master Robert ushered her into the driver's seat of her car and closed the door firmly. From her rearview mirror, she watched him as she drove away.
Oh yeah. He's real.
~~~
ROBERT
Up close, Robin was even more extraordinary than when she first caught his attention and captivated him from across the room. There were tiny wrinkles around her mouth and eyes, reflections of the years she'd lived, and her life experiences. There was emotion and depth in those lines.
Enchanted, he wanted to learn everything possible about her.
He watched her as he spoke and saw how expressive her face was. An open book—his little bird could hide nothing from him. There was no subterfuge, no deceit. Vulnerable and exposed to him, Robin was a perfect partner to Dominate.
The thought made his mouth water, as did the scent of her arousal. He loved how responsive she was to his touch, his power, his control, and voice. He wanted to play her body like an instrument, and he knew he could.
She was so eager, wanting desperately to be filled with knowledge, with experiences and with his cock, Robert found it difficult to act civilized and urbane. He felt wild under her influence, like a feral animal who scented his ultimate mate. He longed to pursue her, to dominate her and to make her his.
He was certain she'd caught him adjusting his pants more than once. He didn't want her to see him as a slavering beast, preparing to pounce on her. Even if that’s what he was. Especially if that’s what he was. Therefore, with an effort that belied his casual exterior, Robert focused his efforts on exuding calm, rational patience.
Then he went home and jacked off three times.
Chapter 7.
ROBIN
The next five days were filled with questions and online research. Robin spent time in a bewildering cycle of arousal, confusion and anticipation.
She learned about Dominance and submission, about safe words, about the trust and communication needed between people in a power exchange relationship, and a whole lot more about soft and hard limits, than she ever wanted to know.
She also learned about the various branches in the power exchange tree. Some appealed to her, like Dom/sub and Master/slave.
Some other kinks simply bewildered her, like furries, pony training, human furniture and age play. They held no interest for her—to the degree it was difficult to even wrap her brain around the fact that some people could get off on such odd things. Hell, apparently some people got hot from urine or feces. Those things were definitely not at all for her.
However, she tried to remain open-minded. As long as the participants were consenting adults, who was she to judge? She knew some of the stuff she was into would've probably made her ex crap himself.
According to the websites she'd viewed, there were various ways to view fetish and kink. One was “One True Way,” an inflexible belief there's only one acceptable way. The opposite was known by many names, the longest being, "Your Kink is not my Kink, But Your Kink is OK" (YKINMKBYKIOK). This was the Golden Rule of BDSM. It was about accepting the fact that personal preferences vary.
Robin much preferred a variation of this, the mainstream approach of “Safe, Sane and Consensual.” She recalled Master Robert used those exact words when he spoke to her. The fact that she agreed with his philosophy, warmed her heart even more to the sexy man. It helped her warm up to that philosophy, as well.
It made sense to her, with the huge number of fetishes and kinks around, not everyone would appreciate all of the same things, done the same way. Again, she thought back to Andrew and his frankly stultifying approach to sex.
Yawn. Different strokes for different folks. Hey, that works for me.
Some of the things she viewed were so horribly dark, and even dehumanizing, Robin shied away from them. Other sites espoused viewpoints she found very appealing, and turned her on, fiercely.
It was times like these ,Robin realized just how sheltered her life had been.
She wondered if she'd ever be enough for a man like Master Robert, or any Dom for that matter. Robin's self-doubts pricked at her, trying to convince her of her unworthiness. Apparently, years of constant negative and judgmental insults, both stated and implied by her ex, had made a negative impact.
Her ex had alternated between giving her the cold shoulder and treating her with derision and condescension.
Do I lack confidence in myself because of who I am, or because of how Andrew shaped me?
Robin considered what she'd seen at Bottoms Up. Everyone seemed to be engaging in consensual activities—no one was being forced. Indeed, there'd been Dungeon Monitors watching everything, ready to step in and put a halt if things ever got out of hand. The club was a safe and even a protective environment.
Could she ever do these types of activities outside of the club? It would be without the built-in safety measures. It felt as if it was akin to jumping without a net. Master Robert certainly seemed to be at least fairly levelheaded and came across as a reasonably sane guy.
Nevertheless, what does an axe murderer look like? Ted Bundy seemed quite nice and was even attractive, on the outside. Plus, she was aware she could be more than a little blinded by her extreme lust for Master Robert.
She decided she really needed more information about Master Robert to trust him. That would take time.
What exactly was she was hoping to find in a Dom? What exactly were her needs and desires? These questions had occupied her mind for many months now, much longer than she'd decided to go to the munch.
She still had no definitive answers, but the websites had helped, at least a bit.
Through her research, she'd not only discovered things that definitely turned her off, she'd also figured out many things aroused her. However, her exploration into kink had also made her aware of how little she'd known about it and how much less she'd actually tried.
There was so much more out there to explore and to consider than she'd previously been privy to. That awareness was quite daunting for her. It scared her. Hell, there was an entire world out there for her to explore, and probably even more for her to avoid.
One website in particular, offered a list of activities where she could check off one of four options: 1) yes, I've tried that; 2) I'd like to try that; 3) no, I don't want to try that; 4) I'm undecided about that. Then, presumably, she could hand that list to a potential Dom.
Gulp. The idea of exposing her unvarnished sexual soul to another person so…blat
antly was alarming…and tantalizing.
Robin had been more than a bit disheartened to see how few of the things she'd actually tried. It wasn't as if she was a virgin—for God's sake, she was a mother and was in her forties! Yet, in some ways, she supposed she was as untried and ignorant as any virgin would be. She'd lived quite a sheltered life, sexually speaking.
She realized it might be somewhere between tough to impossible to figure out most of what she'd really like with so little experience to fall back on. It worried her that some things that looked exciting or intriguing to her, might not feel as good as they appeared. She didn't want to be seriously hurt or even traumatized because of her curiosity.
There were some things she had no interest in trying, her so-called "hard limits." These included blood play, coprophilia/scataphilia (Yeech. How can people get hot from poop?), branding, cutting as well as anything involving children or animals. This stuff seemed sick and dangerous and some were clearly immoral, if not criminal.
Some other activities Robin was nervous about exploring included electrical play, fire play, heavy pain and 24/7 slavery.
Considering she'd already been a neglected housewife and mother for a significant portion of her life, she'd felt she'd already done her time. Twenty-four-seven slavery? Been there, done that, and never really enjoyed it.
On one of the sites she'd explored, a woman had apparently gotten off by scrubbing floors while naked and on a leash. That's just plain wrong—beyond twisted!
Robin hated scrubbing floors under any conditions.
~~~
On the night of her meeting with Master Robert at the Family Restaurant, Robin dressed conservatively in a silk blouse and a knee-length skirt. Over that, she wore a bulky sweater to hide her excessively curvy body.
When she arrived, Master Robert was waiting outside for her. With firm lips, compelling dark eyes—he opened her car door and extended his hand to help her out of her car.
Robin blushed. Not even her husband had ever shown her this kind of courtesy. Master Robert was such a gentleman. These little things he did were so thoughtful. He made her feel special, valued and precious.
Initially, she tried to protest, beginning to say she could do it herself, but he fixed her with his steely gaze, the words died in her throat. When her mouth snapped shut, Master Robert patted her arm, smiled and murmured "good girl."
For some reason, this warm praise made her feel almost euphoric.
They went into the restaurant together, and were seated by the same young blonde waitress who'd waited on her at the munch. She winked at Robin, her eyes flicking between Robin and Master Robert with an approving smile on her face.
Robin briefly worried their waitress might high-five her, right there and then. She'd probably die from embarrassment if she did! Thankfully, the young woman quickly left to get their beverages.
Master Robert walked around the table and held her chair out for her. She studied him under her eyelashes, wondering if he planned to order for her, as well. It was funny how she knew he was quite kinky, yet he was also so incredibly polite. It was an interesting mixture of behavior, in her eyes. She was intrigued by him in so many ways.
Robin hadn't been out on a date for decades, but she'd never met anyone like Master Robert. She had no clue what to expect. All she knew was he was extremely sexy, and had a presence she found utterly captivating. She also knew she liked being around him and couldn't stop thinking about him. He was the subject of her fantasies.
I want to feel him moving inside of me.
Robin also knew, from the short amount of time that she'd spent with him, Master Robert was courteous and a true gentleman. In some ways, he seemed so old-fashioned, especially in terms of his manners. Yet, she also sensed a frisson of danger from him. He had an inner strength and power that shined through. She wasn't sure if he was dangerous, in general, or maybe he was just dangerous for her. Without doubt, he was a danger for her heart.
The lighting in the restaurant was so much better than at the club or in the parking lot. Robin was finally able to scrutinize his face. Her eyes made a feast of him. His brown and gray hair was cut short, but not 'military short.' His brows were a soft accent to his penetrating eyes, which watched her watching him.
She shied away from that intense gaze for now, and concentrated on the rest of his features.
There was a small spot on his cheek, where his razor had missed a few hairs of his beard, and she grasped at that like a life preserver. He was human—he wasn't perfect. That's good, because neither was she.
Now that's an understatement if I've ever made one.
His nose was snub, rounded and almost boyish in appearance. Those slightly pursed lips, seemed as if they could be cruel or demanding. A shiver coursed down her spine.
He noticed her, noticing him. Smiling, his white teeth flashed, spreading the goatee that surrounded it, and his entire face changed. Her gaze shot back to his eyes, which appeared to be dancing. His whole face was alight. He was…amused?
In a low voice, he said, “You may order whatever you'd like. While we're here, you may call me 'Robert.'"
Robin let out a relieved breath, not even realizing she'd been holding it.
"Now, that being said,” he continued, meeting her gaze, “take off your sweater."
Robin looked at him with wide eyes. Though he was still smiling, there was a firmness in his face and iron in his voice that made her belly quiver.
Oh, God. It begins.
Her fingers trembled as she slowly and clumsily unbuttoned her cardigan. Her fingertips nervously slipped on the plastic discs. Then she slowly pulled the garment from her shoulders, folded it and laid it on her lap.
"You're a lovely woman—there's no need for you to hide yourself. I enjoy looking at you."
Robin gave a small snort. Clearly, the man was deranged. His eyesight seemed to be OK, but maybe he was legally blind?
Robert's eyes narrowed as he took note of her opinion. "We'll address that issue later." He gestured towards the sweater on her lap. "Put it on the chair next to you. Then undo the top button on your blouse."
He drank from his water glass. Robin hesitated briefly. She saw his intense eyes watching her closely, missing nothing. He looked as if he could see inside her soul.
Robin dropped her gaze and undid the top button on her blouse.
The Formica tabletop seemed endlessly fascinating. She closely examined the chips, grooves and initials carved into it, while her mind raced.
Would he demand more from her? Here? If he did, would she comply? How could she? Panic threatened to overwhelm her. She glanced up when Robert remained silent. He was seemingly perusing the menu, although she suspected he somehow continued to monitor her peripherally.
Robin swallowed, trying to focus on the menu, as well. Her heartbeat finally slowed as her panic subsided.
When the waitress returned, Robin had regained some of her equilibrium. She was finally able to articulate her order.
~~~
THE TALK
Once they were alone again, Robert said, “I know this is new for you. I assume you did some research, and I'm sure you have many questions. I'll be happy to answer anything you ask. Truth and honesty are paramount in this, so be absolutely honest with me and I'll be honest with you.” His face lost its smile. “If you lie to me, either actively, or by omission, in even the smallest thing, we are done. Do you understand?"
Robin nodded, swallowed hard and said, "Yes, I understand."
Robert murmured softly, "Good girl." Again, the words resonated within her. He reached out, put his hand over hers and stroked her knuckles with his thumb. A near-electric shock ran up Robin's arm, and she inhaled sharply through her nose.
Oh God. How was she supposed to think rationally or clearly while he was touching her? She wasn't even sure she could form sentences, right now. That was just with him touching her hand. Holy guacamole! I wonder if he feels this electricity between us, too?
C
hapter 8.
ROBIN
Once their food was served and they'd eaten most of their meal, Robert invited her to ask questions again. Robin tried to think back and remember at least some of the things that had filled her mind since she'd explored the internet. However, with him sitting just a foot away, she was hard pressed to think clearly.
With no clue where she should start or what she should say to him, she simply froze.
Finally, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “What about a contract? Do you require one?” she asked in low tones.
He shook his head. "You've been reading erotic romances, right? I don't work from a contract. I never have. Frankly, I've never met anyone who does."
“What are your hard limits?”
"Pretty much the same as yours, I suspect."
They compared some basic things neither of them would be interested engaging in. He was correct. They had much in common, at least concerning turn offs and hard limits.
Then questions began pouring freely from Robin's mouth, “Are you involved with anyone? Will this be purely a club-based activity for us? How and when do we decide we're going to do a Scene?"
“No, I'm not involved with anyone, not now. I haven't been for the past...decade or so. Safety reasons as well as my respect for you dictate we start out at the club. Once we establish sufficient trust and we see how things work out between us, then we can move outside of the club, only when you're ready to do so. In terms of us playing at the club, 'we' won't decide anything. I will decide, and I will indicate it to you in a way you cannot miss." That made her heart beat faster.
He waited, an eyebrow cocked. Did she have more questions?
Robin bit her lip nervously. Why couldn’t she think of anything? Finally, she shook her head.
“Now," he said, " I have questions as well as some things to say. What's your safe word?”
Robin paused for only a moment. Although she hadn't really put much thought into it, she was sure she knew what she wanted, "I guess I'd like to use the Club words: Red, Yellow and Green."
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