THE CHAIR
Hansa Bosbach
Artcover: EEKROTICA
Copyright: BERLINABLE UG
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The door clicked shut, "good girl, now we begin" I said.
I had given Isa specific instructions via text before she arrived. She was to wear a skirt, short and tight... with a zipper in the back. Nude stockings... no underwear. A black leather corset that pushed up her tits and cinched her waist in a pleasing way... a long coat to wear on the way here and Black stiletto heels. Nothing else was allowed. She was to enter by the front door, hang her coat on the hook and enter the first room on the right. There would be one chair in the room facing the wall. She was to sit, spread her legs as far as the skirt would allow and wait. She was told that following these instructions meant giving consent to let me use her as I saw fit. Her safe word would be red.
My dear Isa had followed her instructions to the letter. I heard her enter from where I sat in the back room. I heard her heels click across the floor and the soft rustle of fabric as she hung her coat. Raising the glass of amber liqueur to my lips, I leaned back in my chair imagining her seeing herself in the full length mirror in the hall. Did she adjust her skirt? Did she think she looked like a slut? Or wonder what her pale skin would look like when next she looked in the mirror?
The liquor burned warm down my throat. I chided myself for drinking… It wasn't like me. Usually, I would not want anything that may alter my focus when I play. But this was Isa… and damm it… I was nervous. I had seen her in passing a few times as she went for a walk in the evening. I watched her as I sat on my porch with my tea, sighing as the steam curled in the cooling air. She was gorgeous. The tight pants she went for walks in looked like they were but tints and hues of paint spread across her shapely legs. Her chest pushed outward from her top as if straining to be free showing just a hint of cleavage… perfect.
I made it a point to take my tea in the evening outside in hopes of seeing her. For months I had admired her from afar, never daring to talk to her. After all... I was nothing special, and she… she was angelic. Sure... my job kept me in decent shape. I was decently strong and not overweight. But I just knew... somewhere deep inside… she could have any man she wanted. And she could do so much better than me.
I probably would never have talked to her if she hadn't answered my online query about local bdsm events. Of course... at the time I had no idea it was her. She had asked if I was a dominant or a submissive, and if I had experience with the bdsm lifestyle. I answered saying I was most definitely a dominant and that I had more than a bit of experience. But I was having problems finding a good local group. The few I had found were mostly more swinger groups or far too cliquish for my taste. She told me about a group that would meet twice a month to talk and support each other. An interesting cross section of people interested in BDSM all with different skills and specialties. She offered to Introduce me but said she wanted to talk in person before to get a feel for what kind of person I was and suggested we get coffee. This was sensible I thought, good groups don't let just anyone in. And meeting in a public place was a good sign of healthy precaution. So I agreed. I gave a brief description of myself. Glasses… beard with a bit of gray... jeans and black button down with a vest.
A week later I was seated in a coffee shop. It was nothing fancy, just a little neighborhood place with a few small tables and a patio. I had been here a few times before and liked the quiet ambiance when I wanted to sit and think. I had just started sipping on a cup of earl gray from one of those big earthenware mugs when my evening eye candy walked in. Holy shit she was pretty I thought as she ordered a coffee. I watched her curiously wondering if she frequented this place as she bantered with the guy behind the counter. She took her coffee from the barista and glanced around the room. Our eyes met... suddenly she was walking with confident strides directly toward my table, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm that mirrored my rising heart rate. Had she seen me watching from my porch? Did she think I was stalking her? Was I about to get yelled at? Then she was standing in front of me with her hand extended in greeting "Hi, I'm Isa." She said in a voice that caught at my pounding heart like the calming touch of some mystic healer. She… wanted to introduce herself? I was so flustered I fell back into my role of dominant before I could stop myself. I took her hand in mine, lifted it… And brushed my lips in a light kiss across her knuckles. "A pleasure to meet you." My voice was calm and clear even as my brain was screaming "nooooooooo!! She's gonna think you’re sooo cheesy!"
I felt the shiver run through her as a light blush spread across her cheeks. She… liked it? Hmm.. interesting. She slipped into the seat across from me and set her coffee on the table. "That's quite a greeting. When we were talking online you never said you were a handsome charmer." She said leaning back in her chair and smirking. Suddenly it clicked, I was here to meet... her! It had been her that answered! Holy hell! She was into bdsm? Wait… did she just say... I was handsome?
I shrugged, deciding to roll with it and see what happened. "I never have been one to self aggrandize. More of a… this is me, take it or leave it kind of guy." I said as I slowly and obviously looked her over. She wore a deep red turtleneck with a cutout that showed off her cleavage. It was obviously designed to draw the eye... and it was working. "I don't know you well enough for you to be looking at me like I may be your next meal. My eyes are a little higher, sir." I could hear the amusement in her voice. She had called me sir… a sign of respect I had not asked for. And yet... she was asserting her will. She had worn that shirt to go meet a dom knowing I would look. And then chastised me for looking? Was she testing me? Fuck it I thought... go for broke. I held up my hand with one finger raised. "I am well aware, and they are very beautiful. But I am still looking at your tits just like you wanted me to when you chose to wear that. I'll be with you in a moment." My voice was soft but carried an edge that I had practiced for years. It was clear I expected to be obeyed. She said nothing and I saw her shift and straighten in the chair, the movement obviously designed to push her chest forward a bit more. Now she was teasing me. Another test. My eyes snapped up to meet hers "I know what you're doing. You are incredibly attractive and know exactly how to use it to manipulate someone. Whoever you call Dom is a very lucky man. However... You will stop trying to test me. Right... now. Or I walk out of here." My voice held no command or abrasiveness, I was simply stating a fact. I left no room for negotiations, I would absolutely walk away without a second thought.
The words had the desired effect and I could almost see the wheels of thought burning like fiery gears of brass in the depths of her eyes. She was thinking that sitting across from her was a man that would not be controlled. He had seized control of the conversation. He desired her openly and called her out when she tried to use that to take away his control.
Her eyes lowered and she spoke again in that soft voice that made my heart rattle my ribs like a beast howling to be free. "You pass… forgive me for testing you Sir. But I had to know if you were really a dom and what kind of man you were. And…" I saw her hesitate before seeming to come to some internal decision. "I have not found a Dominant I would yet submit to." The last words came out in a rush as if she was almost embarrassed to admit she did not have a dominant. Her fingers toyed nervously with the napkin under her cup. She was unsure... off balance. And now I was in my element.
I leaned forward