A Night at the Theatre - Sex Stories

A Night at the Theatre

... He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Ali. I love you. You’re the best girlfriend ever.” “Let’s hope you still feel that way tomorrow.” Five minutes later I received a text from him: “Car will collect you at 6.30. Wear your new black dress and my favourite heels. Have fun!” * I called off sick for the rest of the day. I spent the afternoon letting the professionals make me beautiful – mani, pedi, waxing, threading, styling – and made it home just before six. Fiona had moved out at the end of September, taken away by her new job, and I missed having her in my life. The little flat felt lonely without her, and Ben wasn’t there often enough to make up for it. He wasn’t there often enough to keep me properly satisfied with my love life. He was a great boyfriend, and I had no intention of cheating on him, but I’d been feeling increasingly restless of late. This strange arrangement with his boss was something different, exciting. I felt like I was preparing for a blind date. What would he be like? Would he be a handsome-yet-damaged billionaire à la Christian Grey? The idea made me laugh, and yet a life of luxury and BDSM held a certain allure. Or would he be a brute of a man who used women for sex and I would just be a plaything to be used, abused and discarded – which, I have to confess, was even more to my liking. My sexual fantasies can get very dark. As long as he wasn’t boring. As long as he didn’t do me any permanent damage. As long as the sex was safe... That was ...

... important. I have my limits. I only had half an hour to clean up, put my make-up on and dress. At least I didn’t need to decide what I was wearing. Ben had asked for my new Lipsy dress which is black with gorgeous sequined detail. Not only is it sleeveless, but it really draws attention to my breasts. It’s a short dress, a very daring dress to wear without underwear, so I decided to play safe and wear a thong and some hold-ups. Finally I slipped into the black patent Pleaser Domina stripper heels that Ben bought me for my birthday and that I hadn’t yet worn outside the bedroom. I hoped I wouldn’t need to walk far in them. I decided to risk going without a coat. There was a car being sent for me, after all. The weather was dry and fairly cold, but I could handle the cold if necessary. All I took was my small black handbag, just big enough for my essentials. Finally I hastened out of the flat and down the stairs to the street, only five minutes late. A black limousine waited immediately outside the street door. I knew immediately that it was for me, even before the door opened almost magically for me. I peered inside nervously, but it was empty, a luxurious space of cream leather isolated from the outside world by tinted glass. The chauffeur was only dimly visible through the dark glass. He waited with infinite patience while I found the courage to step inside and take a seat, then the door closed gently by itself, and the sounds of the street were silenced. It felt so unreal. The car ...