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The ad said a female dom was looking for a committed submissive. It said there'd be interviews, where both parties could assess whether they might work together, and detailed negotiations to establish the boundaries and rules for the relationship. You'd never seen anything like it in your life, and you were intrigued.
You knew about S&M, dom/sub dynamics, you'd played those games before and you were well aware of your own predilections and instincts (you fell hard on the submissive masochist side of the spectrum), but you weren't exactly sure what the ad was asking for. Committed? You'd been in committed relationships before, relationships where you were sexually submissive, but this seemed different in some way you didn't know enough to identify.
You fretted over it for a few days before ultimately reaching out to set up an interview. Over the phone, the woman’s voice was lower than you'd expected, rich and full. It made you want to settle down and purr like a cat in a warm ray of sunlight. She was polite, sounded relaxed but serious. The interview time was set for the following morning at a cafe near a pretty little park, an ideal location for a meet up with enough room for a private conversation in a public space. She told you she'd be wearing a burgundy coat, you told her you'd be in green.
The following morning you left your apartment feeling excited and tingly, your hand shook slightly as you locked the door. You'd been feeling like something momentous was going to happen today since pretty much the moment you woke up, it was a bit surreal. You took a bus across town and got off a few blocks down from the cafe. The street was pretty quiet, you only passed a few others as you hurried along. As you pushed open the door, a little bell tinkled above you announcing your arrival. The woman ordering a coffee at the counter paused and turned toward you, her coat was burgundy and she was literally the most attractive person you'd ever seen. You stopped with one hand on the door, frozen, just looking at her.
She exuded power, dominance, not in a dangerous or brutal way, though you suspected that brutality was probably part of her skillset, instead it was more a sense that if she was in charge everything would be… handled, and you'd like it that way. As her eyes raked over you, and shamelessly, you felt warm, pleased. She could see you were starting to melt, and she was pleased in return. She gave you a cocky little smile and waved you toward her. You came to her side without even questioning, you wanted to be next to her more than anything. She held out her hand for you and you took it easily, it was big, warm, calloused, the grip firm but not bruising.
“What’ll you have?” that voice again, it was even more delightful in person, being released from her full, dark lips. “Um, I don't know, there are a lot of options,” you said as you scanned the board above the counter. She chuckled. “May I order for you?” You couldn't help the little blush that lit up your cheeks, “Oh, ok, yes, please,” you leaned into her shoulder a bit, you found you had no qualms about giving her this particular power. After she ordered, she casually brought your joined hands to her lips and carefully kissed the back of yours, meeting your eyes at the same time. Her irises were silver, you realized, and as you inhaled sharply at the feeling of her mouth, a tendril of arousal coiled low in your belly and it was clear that she could see it in your face by the way her pupils were suddenly blown. Oh, oh, You bit your lip, this was going perhaps too well, now in addition to her being breathtakingly attractive and already exuding power in a way you really liked, you clearly had chemistry. It seemed to you like this might be a pretty short interview, you sure felt ready to jump to the negotiation stage.
You remained staring at one another like that for nearly a minute until the drinks were ready, “Two for Sevika,” called the barista, breaking into the small universe of emotions that had been building between you. She smiled easily at you then, shook her head, released your hand to pick up the beverages, handed you one. You took a sip, oatmilk matcha with lavender foam, you recognized it immediately, your favorite. As you lowered the cup you raised an eyebrow at her, “How did you know?” She shrugged, “Good guesser?" You shook your head, it was unnatural how she seemed already to be in step with you. She laughed then at your surprise, you couldn't help thinking you'd never get tired of how the corners of her eyes crinkled, how her white teeth looked sharp, wolfish. As she stilled, there was something… predatory about how she looked at you. It made you feel weak in a way you very much enjoyed, christ, you'd submit to this woman in a heartbeat, do literally anything for her.
You bit your lip and looked up at her from under your lashes, hoping you were telegraphing your feelings effectively. By the way she swallowed hard you suspected she got the message. Any doubts you might have had were brushed away as she firmly took your hand again and gently pulled you to her side, leading you out into the park. You walked in comfortable silence to a railing overlooking a small pond. A couple of ducks swam about below, lazily turning circles on the glassy surface. She gently turned you to face her, took a breath, “It's clear to me that we already have a connection, whenever it's that easy with someone, which is almost never, I sit up and pay attention. Now I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to count to ten before you answer, because as a submissive faced with a dom you already clearly want to please, you're liable to agree to anything I suggest without considering your own needs.” A smile quirked your mouth, she had you pegged, how was she so good at understanding how you were wired? It made you feel seen, understood, safe.
You nodded, “I understand, and thank you.” She inclined her head, a little bow to say you're welcome. “I want to move to the next step with you. You're beautiful, we clicked immediately, you have all these submissive mannerisms that make my skin buzz and your physical responses to every move I've made so far have been lightning quick, like they're instinctual, like I'd hardly have to train you at all. To be perfectly honest, I can already tell you're about as close to exactly who I'm looking for as possible. So,” she took a deep breath, "Do you want to continue this with me? At least go for the next step?” You bit your tongue to keep from speaking, and as she directed you, you counted slowly in your head. One, her face, such strong features, two, her lips, the fine scars at their margins like she'd been through some shit in her life, three, the strong column of her neck, framed by the upturned collar of her burgundy coat, four, the way her muscular shoulders and arms filled out the sleeves, five, the rest of her body, so clearly firm and taut and built under her clothes, six, the way her hand felt wrapped around yours, seven, the sound of her voice, eight, the way you wanted to do whatever she indicated she wanted from you, verbally or otherwise, nine, how the thought of taking this further made you clench, ten, how if you didn't get more of her attention you might die… “Yes,” you said simply, “Please, I'd like nothing more,” with that you cast your eyes down demurely as your cheeks flushed pink. She actually groaned aloud at your little display, then put out a hand and firmly gripped your chin, pulled you in, held you so your lips were but a few millimeters from her own and your body followed, you let her unbalance you, then let her catch you. You waited until she let you close that last distance, and then she was kissing you, the heat of her mouth on yours made you feel dizzy with arousal, you gasped against her, how was this so intense? How much more intense was it going to get? You couldn't wait to find out.