It was a few minutes after one and Mike was tamping down the dirt around a bush he had just planted when her car rolled slowly down the driveway. She lowered her window as he walked over to her car. She noticed the hairs on his chest glistened. Megan was not used to seeing a man with hair on his chest and legs. All the young men shaved now. He was hot and covered in sweat. Even the pair of blue jean shorts he was wearing were wet. She could see now just how in shape he was. Large, well defined chest and arms. If he lost a couple of pounds he would be sporting a six pack.

“Hi, Megan. The garage is open if you want to pull in out of the sun. It’s brutal today.”

As if on auto-pilot she pulled into the garage. Why don’t you tell me to hide my car so the nosy neighbors don’t see it she thought and then was glad he had the foresight to think about it. What am I doing she thought for the hundredth time since she had left work early, telling her boss she felt nauseous, which she was now.

“Let’s go in. I am in desperate need of some cold water” he said as he led her into the house. “Can I get you anything?

“No, thank you.” She watched as he drank his water. His back was wide and  tapered at the waist. Also, he obviously wasn’t one of those guys who only did upper body exercises. His legs were muscular and his butt was….oh lord, she thought, why I am looking at his butt.

He turned to her and said “So this is the dress you picked out for me.” When she started to say something he said, “No, let me have a good look at it you.  Turn around for me.” When she hesitated he repeated “Turn around for me, slowly” but this time even though his voice was not louder the tone had more force, more authority, to it.

Megan turned around. Slowly.

“This is a very…what would you call this…sensible dress? Or is this your armor? You wanted to wear something to hide, to make you feel safe. But who are you hiding from Megan? Me…or yourself? I think we will find the answer on our journey. Now, take it off.”

She heard the first slap and felt the harsh sting before she realized anything had happened. The second and harder slap on her ass began to clear the fog that had filled her head all day, all week. With the third slap, the hardest, she knew exactly what was happening. She was bent over, face down on a kitchen island in a stranger’s house. Her dress was up over her waist. And the stranger’s had just spanked her. Hard. Very, very hard. Why had she come here? She was married but had come to a stranger’s house. Had hidden her car in his garage. This was not like her but here she was. She had always been the good girl, not the slut. A tear leaked from her eye and dripped off the bridge of her nose onto the countertop. She was horrified to admit her eyes were not the only thing dripping. Her panties were soaked. His hand was still on her where he had spanked her. She could feel intense heat where his hand was. Was it from the spanking or was his hand a branding iron, leaving his mark on her?

“Stand up.” Megan realized he wasn’t holding her down and hadn’t been since the first slap. She stood and turned to him. Her legs weak. She shivered as if chilled.

“Take it off.”

Her husband called the dress ‘the peacoat’ because it resemble the old heavy wool coats worn by the Navy. It had a long row of large buttons down the front and the thick material and shape were very similar to one of the bulky coats. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail. No make-up. No jewelry. Her co-workers had looked at her funny when she walked in to work and someone had jokingly asked ‘who died’. As she undid the buttons she looked at him, surprised to see he was watching her eyes. When the dress fell to the floor he said “let me have a look at you”. This time she turned around with having to be told. Slowly.

“You chose the dress for safety. You chose the lingerie for me.” He was right. She was wearing what she thought of as her sexiest lingerie. Buttermint yellow, sort of a butterscotch color, which looks good against her tanned skin. Very sheer. He could easily see the outline of her areolas and her hard nipples. Her panties were boy shorts and she knew the wet material was almost transparent, clinging to her like a second skin.

‘Take it off.”

She stood before him completely naked. Exposed. Her body was long and lean. Athletic. Her breasts though not large were full and firm. Her nipples were hard and standing tall, begging for attention. Flat stomach. Long, well toned legs. A thin strip of downy, honey blond hair led to her pussy. She was afraid she would start dripping on the floor at any moment and all she could think was she wanted him to take her. Drag her down onto the floor and fuck her like the slut she was. This time he said nothing, just raised an eyebrow, and she turned. Slowly. For him.

“Good girl.” He grabbed a nipple with finger and thumb and pinched it hard. Using her nipple as a leash he led her into the living room. Now he pinched both nipples. “When your are in this house these are mine. Your pussy is mine. You are mine. You do not speak unless I tell you to. Answers will be ’yes Sir, no Sir’. Do you understand?”

“...yes”

The pressure on her nipples increased and they were twisted a quarter turn.

“Yes Sir”

“As we get to know each other we will set limits, boundaries, lines we will not cross. I want you to think about the things you simply will not do. In the meantime we will rely on our safe words. Red and yellow. Just like a traffic light. If you say ‘red’ I will stop. Period. No punishment will be given. No shame. No disappointment. ‘Yellow’ means we are approaching ‘red’. I will ease up or change directions, and in the beginning ‘yellow’ will be a time-out. We will stop being Master and slave and we will be Megan and Mike while we discuss the situation.”

“I will have to be careful with punishments. I don’t want to send you home with marks you can’t explain. Hmm, I will also need to give some thought to what I will use to bind you.” He did not think her eyes could have gotten any bigger. “Yes, you will be tied up from time to time.”

She was trying to listen but her head was spinning. How did I get here? I smile at man in the grocery store and now I am his slave? What else will he do to me beside tie me up? Tie me up. She had climaxed when he said that. Was it the thought of being bound or the painful but pleasurable sensation of him pinching her nipples? A sharp tug on her nipples brought her back to his words.

“Kneel.” He released his grip as she got on her knees. “Shoulders back. Knees apart. Hands either behind your back or resting on top our your legs. This is your default position. The first thing you do when you get here is undress and kneel. Now undress me.”

She unfastened his still wet shorts and tugged them down. Then she pulled down his boxer briefs. He positioned his semi-erect circumcised cock in front of her face. “The first time I fuck you I don’t want to do it with a sweaty cock. Clean me.”

Megan had never been fond of oral sex. She had been taught it was something good girls don’t do. Her husband was the only man she had ever had oral sex with and that was few times when they were newlyweds. But now she was eagerly licking a sweaty dick. Running her tongue the full length of his shaft. Sliding her lips over the head and taking him in her mouth. Thankfully he wasn’t hung like a horse but the thickness of it filled her mouth. His hands were on her head now. Guiding her, showing her his rhythm. Soon she realized she wasn’t giving him a blow job, he was fucking her mouth. Long deep thrusts. Pushing the head of his cock to the back of her mouth; pushing her nose into abdomen. She had never had come in her mouth but she wanted it now. She wanted him to shoot it down her throat. He shortened his strokes. The head of cock just inside her mouth. He wasn’t going to shoot it down her throat he was going to … the stream of hot sticky come hit the back of her tongue. And another and another and she wanted more. She sucked the head of his dick. Licked it with her tongue.

“That’s a good pet. Don’t waste a drop.” He pulled out of her mouth and she felt him grab her ponytail and pull. She stood up and was trying to get the feeling back in her legs when he grabbed her nipple again. She wondered if he would always do this or would she wear a leash? Then it dawned on her she was already thinking about the next time. She also realized she might like to wear his leash but she also liked the rough way her grabbed her nipples. He lead her back into the kitchen. Back to the island counter. Assuming she had done something wrong Meagan leaned forward, her hands over her head, her face and chest pressed into the cold marble surface.

(to be continued)