He entered the huge, magnificent double arched neo-Gothic entrance, striding slowly as if he owned the place. People's heads turned as he walked past, head held high, either thinking him an arrogant prick, or trying to remember where they knew him from - was it a television show?
Frankly, my dear, he didn't give a damn. He knew what he was doing here, whom he was coming to meet. And he was looking forward to finding out how well she could, and would, follow instructions.
The Natural History Museum in London's rich, historic suburb of South Kensington was one of his favourite places in the whole world. The dinosaur collections had always excited him from an early age, but these days he favoured the links to his favourite biologist, Charles Darwin, whose Origin Of Species had changed the world. It's idea of the survival of the fittest had sparked the fire within him that had helped shape him to become the man he was today. Fittest did not necessarily refer to physical strength - more an adaptability to deal with the situations that arise. Or, in his case to dominate .....The
He walked up the wide sandstone staircase, soaking up the harsh acoustic atmosphere and basking in the wonderful architecture of the building, to the top floor, only two staircases away, checking his internal clock and knowing that he was the requisite twenty-five minutes late.
He was very glad to see that she had indeed waited for him. As instructed, she did not look up at him as he walked towards her. He almost broke into a smile. Almost.
She sat next to the slice from a giant redwood which had been dated, by its rings, back to long before the Magna Carta had been signed. Her head bowed, eyes staring approximately one foot in front of her toes.
He knew that she had seen him by the shiver of anticipation.
He sat down next to her. Still, she did not move. Good girl. She showed promise.
She was of medium height; he could gauge, dark brown shoulder length hair, cut perfectly. Her hands were immaculate, clean, well manicured understated nails.
Her shoes, skirt, blouse and jacket showed exquisite taste without shouting it. The crisp white blouse was unbuttoned enough to show an awesome cleavage. He was already imagining ways to play.
This was a woman who knew what she wanted, what she liked, but had no need for everyone to know.
His guess was that she worked very hard and liked to balance it by being played hard with.
"Please excuse my rudeness in arriving late, Megan, but I need to determine your willingness to do a number of things, and waiting as commanded is one of those things," he said.
"Of course Sir," she said in her soft eastern US accent, surprise in her voice, not raising her eyes from the floor.
"But before I do that we need to set a few ground rules."
"If you say so, Sir," came the reply, not too sure what to expect.
"First off, you may now raise your eyes from the floor and look at me. But do not judge my apology as weakness, merely good manners."
She looked up, daring to smile a little. "Do you like what you see?" he asked.
He saw a delicious twinkle in her sexy golden eyes, hinting at a desire to serve this handsome man next to her.
"Secondly, please stop calling me Sir. I know that I have yet to earn it. At the moment you have every right to get up and walk away from this meeting. And in fact I would urge you to should you feel unsafe. I hope that we can build a mutually fulfilling relationship, and that one day you will call me Sir because I have earned it. Any questions so far?
"No? Good. Should we get to being physical with each other we can discuss safe words."
A look of questioning passed over Megan's face.
"Until such time you may leave without a seconds notice and you owe me not a word of explanation."
He continued,"Thirdly, I promise to never strike you without good reason, and never purely to inflict pain. I am not a bully. If that is what you desire I'm sure you can go into any bar, stand on the table and offer to let anyone use and abuse you to their own end and get exactly that." His face showed for a brief second the distaste he felt for such people. He bit down the feeling and carried on.
"You have taken time out from your busy schedule on this side of the Atlantic to meet me, based on our online and telephone conversations. Thank you, I truly appreciate it. I have obviously made a good impression. I hope your previous assessment of me still holds true. ."
Megan appeared to think for a second before nodding.
"Yes, Jason, my assessment still holds," she smiled.
"Do you have any reasons to believe that I have lied to you, or reason to mistrust me?"
"No," she replied.
"I'm glad to hear it. I myself find you to be a remarkably beautiful woman." Her face lit up at the compliment, " and I feel that we could enjoy our time together, but I need to gauge how responsive you are. Are you willing to try?" Calm as his demeanour was, he knew that this was a make or break moment, and he found it very much a turn on.
"Yes S.... Jason, I want to try," she said, dropping her gaze once more.
"Good. Don't tell me, but show me just how aroused you are at the moment."
Megan blinked twice, digesting the command.
And then, blanking out the other tourists in the vicinity who were ignoring her anyway, she quickly thrust her hand into the waist band of her skirt, pulling it out again scant seconds later, and presenting her soaked index and middle fingers for his inspection.
He nodded with a smile in his eyes but not on his lips.
"And how do you taste?" he asked.
She slowly licked and then sucked her wet fingers, a look of intense satisfaction on her face. Having taken every drop of her own juices, she became aware that some people were staring slack-jawed at her, clearly not believing what they thought they had just seen.
She made eye contact with him.
"I taste desperate. Desperate for your cock."
"Good answer," he said standing.
He offered his hand.
"Shall we?" he asked.
Jason slid the card to swipe them into his hotel suite. He also came from out of town, and was here purely for his rendezvous with Megan. Since they were only going to be together for a short time before their return to their separate homes, he wanted her to enjoy their time together.
He showed her around the suite - living room, bedroom with Queen size bed, and en-suite bathroom with jacuzzi and large walk-in shower.
Seeing Megan's eyes light up at the sight of the jacuzzi, he suggested they start there.
"But first we have to allocate a safe word for you, my sweet sub," Jason said. "I suggest that we use the standard traffic light system - green for go, amber for not sure but heading for stop, and red for stop. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes, that's perfect," she replied. Then, making very deliberate eye contact with him, she said, "Green."
"Good," Jason said with a slight grin and a twinkle in the eye. "I want you to go through to the bedroom and take off your clothes whilst I fill the jacuzzi. Hang them in the closet. Do not let anything distract you. Then you will come back through here and remove my clothes for me."
When she left the bathroom, he phoned room service and then started to run the water into the jacuzzi.
Two minutes later he heard a knock on the suite door. He turned the taps off and went through the bedroom to answer.
"Excellent, gentlemen. Please, take them through to the bathroom."
Megan was shocked when two strange young men in hotel uniforms walked through the bedroom in which she was now totally naked, carrying silver buckets , two bottles of champagne and two glasses. They couldn't help but look at her as they passed, and she, in turn, couldn't help but try to hide herself behind the bed.
Jason looked at her, disappointed. "I will deal with you in a minute."
He smiled as the two men exited to the bathroom, handing them each a crisp £20 note. "As promised for being so quick," he said.
After a round of thank-you's, he closed the suite door and returned to the bedroom.
"Since you are already on the floor, sub, you will approach me on your hands and knees," Jason commanded, his normally soft Scottish accent developing some steel.
"Oh, Megan, Megan, Megan. What am I to do with you?" he asked with a note of exasperation in his voice as she crawled towards him, naked, head down.
"Did I or did I not tell you not to let yourself get distracted? Not only were you distracted, but you hid yourself from two gentlemen that I invited into the room. "
"I'm sorry Jason. I'm very sorry that I disappointed you. Please, punish me if you must, but please, please, give me a second chance," Megan pleaded.
Jason pondered for a few seconds.
"I think that any punishment has to be fairly comprehensive, so that you do not think me too lenient ....
"Follow me."
He led her back through to the cold acoustic bathroom. The tiles and glass, the bottles, buckets and mirrors were covered in condensation. Steam rose from the half-filled bath.
"In there, " he said, pointing to the walk-in shower cubicle. "On your knees. "
"Yes Jason," she said as she took up the position.
Jason turned his back on her and expertly opened one of the two bottles of champagne, not spilling a drop. He poured himself a glass and drank it in one go. He did not offer Megan a glass.
He put down his crystal glass and turned back to her, bottle still in hand. He joined her in the shower cubicle, still fully dressed.
"Take out my cock and suck it - but not fully erect," he ordered.
Megan blinked in surprise, but did as she was told.
She unzipped him, and pulled out his cock, trying not to scratch against the zip. The smell, clean and strongly masculine sent a jolt of energy through Megan, a warmth surging to her pussy. She had wanted to consume him since before they had even met. She had been playing this moment over in her head, but she had forgotten the musk of male sex. That heady mix. She pulled back his foreskin and licked from base to tip. The taste set her nipples on fire, and she could feel her cunt moistening.
How could this be a punishment? she wondered as she took him into her mouth, feeling it twitching.
"The only pleasure that I get from this," Jason said, "is the pleasure of knowing that it helps you to learn about our relationship. "
And so saying, he sent a stream of hot golden liquid into her mouth.
She backed off, spitting the taste out of her mouth, as he continued the stream of sharp smelling warmth over her body.
"Amber!" she shouted, as the warmth ran over her breasts, stiffening her nipples, down her belly and across her sex, adding to the heat between her legs.
As the stream ran out, Jason put his thumb over the top of the champagne bottle and shook it, spraying her with a delicious sweet bubbly liquid - but ice cold.
Megan opened her mouth to accept the spray and take away the acrid taste. She then opened her mouth to speak again, before noticing the look in Jason's eyes. The look that said 'think carefully about the next word you say'.
The cold spray continued, producing an ache in her breasts and a pulse in her pussy like she had never known before.
She lay back on the cold hard tile floor, took a breath and said 'Green please Sir.'
Jason poured the last quarter bottle of ice cold fizzy liquid over Megan's cunt, and she came like she had never come before.
"Now go and wash yourself in the jacuzzi - take your time. Relax. And come join me in the bedroom when you're finished. "
He left her alone in the bathroom.
She tested the water and found it to be a nice hot temperature. She had never in her life been party to a golden shower, had never wanted to be, and couldn't exactly claim that she had liked it.
But, she had to agree that it was definitely a punishment. However, the champagne bubbles, the changes back and forth in temperatures and the command that Sir seemed to have over her ..... The orgasm was subsiding now, the waves were ebbing, and her insides still felt like they were being kissed by butterflies.
As she lowered herself into the hot bath the heat against her cold pussy sent tingling sensations all over her body, giving her goose bumps and making her nipples as hard as she could remember them ever being. How good it felt as she slipped all the way down into the water, the warmth surrounding her.
She switched the jacuzzi on. The bubbles exploded against her ass and legs to start with, but she stood up and lay face down in the water, holding her breath as the bubbles broke through the hot water, wonderfully over her breasts, delightfully along her pussy towards her ass. She held her breath for as long as possible, and then flipped onto her back, and got her breathing back under control. The bubbles ran along her ass now, and up her pussy to explode at her clit. Relaxingly sensual, Megan sank into a state of bliss.
Soon enough though it was time to wash herself and get out. Tempting though it would be to spend hours in the jacuzzi she knew that Sir would be waiting.
Fully dried she exited the bathroom to find Sir standing by the large bed, wearing a pair of shorts and a black tee shirt with a picture of Beethoven and bearing the legend
Dom
Dom
Dom
DOM
He smiled at her. She returned the smile, caught herself and bowed her head.
"Remove the towel please, my sweet sub, and come over here."
"Yes Sir," she replied as she dropped the towel. She was keenly aware of his scrutiny as she walked towards him.
"Look at me please, Megan, I have a very important question to ask you."
She looked into his soft green eyes, soaking up his warm voice and had to resist the desire to sigh out loud.
"How much do you trust me?" he asked and then changed his mind. "No, that's unfair - you don't know me yet, and try though you might you wouldn't be able to give an honest answer. Okay, try this one.
"How much do you WANT to trust me?"
Megan didn't even have to pause to think. "Totally, Sir. "
"Good. Now think about this next one. How much ... are you willing ... to trust me?"
She looked away, and thought for a second or two. She thought of their on-line conversations. She thought of what had gone on so far between them. She thought of ....