He nodded, pleased. “That's a good choice for you. We'll start slow. There's a learning curve. I don’t intend to throw you into the deep end of the pool on your first attempt at swimming.”
Thank God, she thought. A feeling of relief flooded through her.
“You don't need to worry or try to anticipate what'll be expected of you. I'll lead you. I'll indicate what you need to do and how to behave.” His eyes bored into hers. “All you need to do is follow my directions and try to please me. Do that, and I'll reward you. Disrespect, carelessness and multiple errors on your part, will be punished.”
All of the breath left her body in a quiet whoosh. Robin nodded, dumbly. She could feel warm moisture gathering between her legs and her nipples tightened, poking at her bra and blouse.
“We aren't going to cover everything right now. You can ask more questions in the future.”
She nodded gratefully.
“Just ask my permission, first.”
That statement surprised her. What? She'd need to ask permission just to question him? The thought of him leading and controlling her during their time together made her eyes widen and Robin shivered, even though she wasn't cold.
He noticed her response. Robert's eyes twinkled as a subtle smile played on his lips. “Have you been tested?”
She nodded, uncertain if she should reply.
He smiled at her and said, “It's OK. You're not on speech restriction, yet. Speak your mind.”
She blinked at that. Yet? Robin needed to clear her throat before she could speak. “Yes, I've been tested; I'm clean. And I'm on birth control.”
“Good girl,” Robert said to her, with a warm smile, as he looked deeply into her eyes.
Robin's chest ached at his words, as a feeling of warmth moved through her. She was thrilled that she'd pleased him. She longed to make him happy and to give him pleasure.
Robert pulled a business-sized envelope from his pocket and handed it to her. “Here's a copy of my health clearance. It's current. The next time we meet, you’ll give me a copy of yours.”
Robin nodded, suddenly hyperaware that his medical report would contain his real name, and possibly other information like his birthday and address. She clutched the envelope with more fervor than it deserved. Hell, it was something from Robert. She felt kind of silly feeling as if his medical clearance was a gift to her of sorts, but she did. It signified his attraction to her.
He wanted her.
Robin found that fact difficult to believe. She wanted it to be true, and it seemed it was. She had the proof in her hands.
“Today's Thursday. Meet me at the Club on Saturday, at 8 o'clock, on the dot. Don't be late.” Robin's pussy clenched. Hmm, wet pussy, dry mouth. She needed to get home soon, so she could relieve the uncomfortable, aching need between her legs. Masturbation had become a regular and frequent activity since she began her visits to the club
Robert dropped a few bills on the table, to cover the check. He grasped her hand, and led her to her car in the parking lot.
After settling her safely behind the wheel and closing the driver's door with a soft click, he leaned his head into the open window and whispered in her ear. “You may not touch yourself or do anything to cause an orgasm. All of your orgasms belong to me now, and you're just going to have to wait.”
His smile at her appalled expression was pure evil.
~~~
NIGHT
Robin tried to watch TV, but couldn't concentrate on the silly reality show or anything else she could find. Her thoughts churned, and her pussy throbbed. She figured she might not have enough blood left in her brain to enable her to focus on anything other than her arousal, as well as what Robert had said when he forbade her to get relief.
What the hell did he say? What did he mean? ALL of her orgasms 'belonged' to him, now? He freakin’ well better see her very often! Like NOW! Well, maybe a half hour ago! She needed relief. All she wanted was ten minutes with her Hitachi...but he'd told her no.
That hot, sexy, big jerk; How could he do this to me? With one simple statement, he was able to sentence me to DAYS of discomfort!? He gets me all revved up and then he leaves me hanging—with no chance of relief. I can't believe this. I'm an adult! It's not as if he's just making me wait an hour or two—we’re talking days. How the Hell am I supposed to sleep, think or function?
Well, he'll never know, will he? Robin's chin snapped up and her eyes flared. Who said he could tell her what to do, anyway? Well, I guess I did, in a way. I never meant for him to control me outside of the club—not unless we're together. Did I? Who does he think he is?
She thought back to Master Robert kissing her, recalling how he'd stroked her hand and held her. How she reveled in sensation when folded into his arms. She groaned in defeat. She couldn't risk losing him.
He'd know if I disobeyed him. Crap! I'd tell him, myself. She agreed with what he'd said, 'Honesty is paramount.' Shit. Also, knowing him and his super Spidey senses and bionic powers of observation, he'd probably be able to tell just by sniffing me, reading my mind or something else that seemed beyond her or even this world. God help me.
She realized, she was the one who was asking him to tell her what to do. Didn't that thought make all her girly bits tingle? Oh yeah. Damn! I’m so horny! How the hell am I supposed to function until Saturday night?
Robin took a cold shower, went to bed early and slept poorly.
Damn that Dom of hers and his frustrating rules!
~~~
OTHER
The virus he'd loaded onto her computer via an offer for a free magazine subscription was yielding tremendous results.
The slut was checking out all kinds of perverse websites. Bondage, S&M, Dominance/submission, power exchange, consensual slavery...you name it, she was looking at it. She was into some freaky stuff. He never would’ve figured that.
As he followed what she was doing on the net, he had to jerk himself off, several times. Some of the shit she was checking out was hot! Still pictures, videos, even some of the written sections were kind of wild.
It wasn't anything he was interested in, of course, but he had a job to do. He monitored every page, link and everything she clicked. He had his little 'trap-door spider' program that watched everything she did online and sent the information to his computer in real time.
He watched what she was viewing right now, with interest. The video showed a woman wrapped in chains, being spanked hard, but seeming to enjoy it. Then the guy who'd been doing the spanking fucked her from behind. She seemed to enjoy that even more.
He wasn't into hitting women, but if that was what she wanted, then he could probably rise to the occasion, he mused.
For several days, Robin didn't vary her routine. Work, home. Work, home. Work, home. During her time at home, she'd spent hours each evening on the computer checking out various kink and fetish sites. Then, one evening, shortly after work, she came back out the door so fast and unexpectedly he had to scramble to keep from being seen. She wore a knee-length skirt and a bulky button-down sweater. Her hair was styled. Did she have a date?
If it was a date, she was meeting him somewhere. She got in her car and drove off in the opposite direction from her usual. As per procedure, he followed her shortly thereafter.
She winds up at a Family Restaurant. Hell of a place for a date, especially for that closeted kinky bitch. Hmm, I guess it's going to be some freaky fun for the whole family on the menu tonight.
It must be a date since there's a guy waiting for her right outside the restaurant.
Who the fuck did that? He even opened her car door for her. He must be pussy-whipped.
It's funny how she's always looking at this kinky, freaky sex shit ,but then still dresses like some prim, proper, old school teacher-type. Hmm. This dude might be in for some interesting surprises with her. I wonder if he even has an inkling of what the woman likes.
The guy was tall, sort of stocky, with an almost bald head and a salt-and-pepper bea
rd. He looked like he was older than she was by maybe ten years. Who was this guy? He looked familiar. Then he recognized him. This same guy had escorted Robin out of the bondage club last week, and put her in her car. He'd talked to her. Hmm, maybe this guy wouldn't be so surprised by her odd interests.
The footage from that night hadn't come out—he didn't have infra-red film, so all of the pictures were too dark to make out—but he remembered this guy's hands on her, helping her into her car. After they'd spent some time talking, it almost looked as if he'd kissed her hand, just before she drove home. That was kind of a strange thing to do, nowadays. I guess they're both weird.
She goes to a bondage club and all she gets is a kiss on the hand? Shit. No wonder she spends so much time home alone, watching porn.
Since he didn't have this dude's name yet, he'd call him "Guy." This time, she and Guy talked for quite a long while. Luckily, his binoculars allowed him to observe the couple through a window of the restaurant. After a while, he saw Guy hand her a long white envelope. I wonder what's in that.
After dinner, Guy walked her out to her car again. He's a fucking wimp. He leaned into her window and said something to her that made her blush like crazy. Then she went home alone.
Tonight she seemed extremely restless.
He observed her TV being turned on and off several times, but he never actually saw her watch it. She puttered around her house, pacing and evidently doing busy work. She appeared to be talking to herself, even arguing on an off, complete with waving her arms around, sometimes frantically. She was upset tonight. She didn't watch any porn though, hmm. He'd have thought some quality alone time might help her settle down a bit. That usually helped him.
He wished he knew what she was saying. If she'd been on the phone or computer, he would have: they were both bugged. Did he need to bug the house, as well? Finally, much earlier than usual, she showered and went to bed.
He kept up his vigil. While she was restless in bed, she stayed there until dawn. He followed her to work. Yawning, he drove himself home to his own bed.
Chapter 9.
ROBIN
On Saturday night, Robin drove to Bottoms Up with her heart in her mouth. Was she really going to go through with this? Was she brave enough to place herself at the mercy of a man she barely knew?
Anxiety, anticipation, excitement and arousal. All revved up and somewhere to go!
Tonight could lead to a much anticipated and long awaited fulfillment of her secret desires. Robin had never thought she'd get to this point in her life. She'd given up on these types of hopes and dreams during her marriage, as well as when she'd been grieving over her divorce. Even recently, she barely allowed herself to fantasize about having the courage to set the wheels in motion. She never believed she could find fulfillment—especially at her age and with her old, imperfect, chubby body and looks.
The parking area around the club was packed. Apparently, Saturday night was a popular time for the local kink community.
This'll mean a bigger audience will watch me. Will I be naked and exposed to everyone? My doughy body, stretch marks, spider veins and cellulite will be out there and on display! Shit! What the hell was I thinking? Am I nuts? Is this really what I want? I must be fucking out of my mind!
Stop it. I know I want this! My pussy's getting wet even as I panic. Breathe. Don't chicken out. I can do this. Look how much I've done, how far I've come. I need to keep that in mind and to be proud of myself for doing this.
Too many people never go for the gold. They live their entire nice, safe, sane lives to the end, never finding full satisfaction—never even trying. This is worth it. I am worth it, no matter what my ex has programmed me to think. Master Robert desires me, so I can't be as bad as I feel inside.
Yeah right, he's never seen me naked!
God, I hope I'm not making a huge mistake!
Her thoughts on overload, Robin locked her car and entered the club, greeting Lewis warmly. She'd taken the time to get to know him a little, during her previous visits. She asked about his kids, and he happily pulled out his cell phone to display his latest photos of them.
They're surprisingly adorable. Lucky for them, they'd apparently inherited a different family member's ability to smile without scaring the crap out of people. Amen for them, they seemed to win the genetic lottery. It was nice to see how proud Lewis was of his family.
I wonder what his wife thinks of where he works.
After she realized that two couples had piled up in line behind her and Lewis, waiting to be admitted, she made her apologies and excused herself, walking up the stairs to the third floor. Tonight, the receptionist was a perky little thing with bottle-blonde hair, who gave Robin a fish-eye as she signed in.
What was that all about?
Robin entered the playspace and her eyes immediately latched onto the incredibly sexy all-in-black figure of Master Robert. He was conversing with Master John, as they examined the contents of Robert's toy bag. Of course, his Spidey senses kicked in and Master Robert zeroed in on her instantly, his eyes narrowing. He curled his finger at her in a come-hither motion, and she hurried to join them.
“Good evening, Little Bird,” he said.
“Good evening, Sir.” she replied, meekly.
Robin’s throat felt tight, her mouth parched and her belly was overrun by butterflies. He was so gorgeous and looked as hot as she'd ever seen him. That's a bold statement, considering all of her dreams and fantasies he'd been starring in, as of late. She wanted him so intensely.
He settled into a chair and then pointed at her. “That's a lovely outfit you're wearing. You look especially beautiful tonight,” he said.
She smiled, bowed her head slightly and said, "Thank you, Sir." Robin loved that he'd noticed and approved her outfit. She'd chosen her clothes with much deliberation, before settling on a short skirt, a purple chemise and a French bodice.
"Are you wearing panties under that skirt?”
Startled, Robin felt her face heat up instantly and stammered, “Umm...y-yes...”
Master John smirked, and Master Robert shook his head once, decisively.
“Remove them.”
Robin thought she might pass out from embarrassment and felt her face heat up. She frantically looked around for the Ladies' Room, but Master Robert shook his head.
“Now.” There was steel in his tone with which she couldn't argue or disobey. She wanted to assume he was kidding, yet she knew he was as serious as the heart attack he was causing her.
Robin hesitated as she gawked at him, her eyes wide as saucers. Here? Now? Oh my God!
Then she realized she'd come here tonight planning to do some incredibly intimate things in a scene, in front of this very audience. In terms of what he was asking her to do now, it didn't even compare. Yet it still felt so wrong to undress like this. Nobody else around where they stood was doing anything even remotely similar to the act he'd demanded of her.
She sighed and with as little exposure as possible, she shimmied the garment down from under her skirt. She could feel it drop down onto the tops of her feet. Master John chuckled, and Robin blushed further.
Master Robert knelt down and grasped her pink panties. He held her hand to allow her to step out of them safely, one foot at a time.
He pocketed them. Robin was just glad he hadn't sniffed them, like so many of the Doms did in the novels she read.
Robin's awareness shifted to her crotch as she felt the cool air circling between her legs. This was an entirely unfamiliar feeling. Was everyone watching? Did they all know? I feel so naughty and out of my element!
Master Robert took her by the hand, pulled her to his side and then guided her gently down onto her knees. Then strangely, he began to stroke her hair, almost petting her. He didn't look at her as he did this; instead, he seemed to pay attention to a Violet Wand demonstration, going on just fifteen feet away.
Slowly, Robin's panic ebbed away. Her anxiety and the countless niggling negative thoughts
she'd had including, ‘everyone's staring at me’, 'I wish I wasn't so fat’, 'I wish I wasn't so old' and 'what's he going to do to me next?'. All of those thoughts faded away with his soothing touch.
Other thoughts, which were infinitely more calming and positive, replaced her self-defeating negativity. She began to think pleasant things such as, 'His hands feel so good’, 'I feel cherished’, and 'I feel like I'm his' and 'oh my God, my nipples are so hard!'.
Robin became very aware of the moisture pooling between her legs. She saw him look at her out of the corner of his eye. She suddenly thought, He knows, Unexpectedly, her feelings of embarrassment only heightened her arousal.
Just when she thought her sore knees couldn't take any more, Master Robert extended his hand to her and helped her rise. This was no pro forma act of politeness; he actually bore her weight, to lift her up off of her knees.
Master Robert led her to a spanking bench. It looked like a narrow picnic table, padded and covered in leather. He guided her up onto it, maneuvering her arms and legs until she was in the position he wanted.
“What's your safe word, Little Bird?” he growled at her.
“R-red, Sir," she breathed.
“Very good,” he told her. “What color are you right now?”
Robin swallowed the lump in her throat. “Green, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said warmly, as he briefly placed his open palm on her bare thigh. Those words, as well as his comforting touch, helped ease the butterflies in her belly. He used silk scarves to tie her wrists and ankles to the bench, causing her anxiety level to skyrocket back up again.
He laid his hand on the small of her back and just left it there. It had a soothing effect on her.
This calm left her when Robert began to pull her skirt up above her waist. All of her anxieties came flooding back, overwhelming her. Robin pulled at her bonds, but got nowhere.
She struggled to remain calm—not to give in to the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. Robin forced herself to concentrate on trying to breathe, slowly and deeply. She'd made the decision, and she was determined to ride this rollercoaster to the end.
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