H's Story - Part 1 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 1

... even ask for anything that might make you feel more comfortable. And, for now, I want you to call me Gerald. What name would you be most comfortable with?" She told him her middle name, still not comfortable enough to tell him her real name but she didn't want to lie to him. "Thank you. Would you like to get dressed? I have some sweats here that should fit you and I've had the clothing you wore when you arrived brought to the room as well." She told him she was fine in the robe, though she actually felt a little self-conscious, because she also felt a little sexy wearing just that. For the next few minutes they just talked, like a first date, about the weather, their likes and dislikes. He got them something to drink from the minibar and commented on how expensive it was. Then, gently, he moved the conversation to what she was looking for as a slave, her desires and limits and goals. He took careful notes and, at one point, went over a long form of fetishes with her, asking her how she felt about each one in turn. It turned out that, for most of them, she really didn't need to say anything though, as if he could tell from her face when he said the words how she felt. When she noticed the clock next, it had been over two hours since her blindfold had been removed. He put down his pen and looked over his notes and the form. "Anything else you'd like to discuss before we get started?" "Get started," she thought and it all hit her again: what she had done, what she would now ...

... have to do. She asked for a few minutes alone and he said he understood completely and asked how long she needed. When she hesitated, he suggested fifteen minutes. She thought that sounded about right so she nodded. He smiled at her, a warm and comforting smile and, in a gesture that had more of an effect on her than she would have thought, rose and kissed her hand before leaving the room. She was alone now. He had told her that her clothes were here. She could get dressed and leave. He might be in the hall but with the adrenaline she felt flooding through her, she was sure she could outrun an Olympic sprinter at this moment. Instead, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply... one... two... three... four. Each breath calmed her and helped her focus. She had wanted this, desperately wanted… no needed this for as long as she could remember. And he was, as far as she could tell, everything she had wanted but hadn't known she had and nothing that she feared. She breathed in deeply and willed her inner strength to the fore, pushing back her fears and opening herself to whatever was to come. This was her dream, her desire, her destiny and she would experience it fully without any further hesitation. Smiling and opening her eyes, she looked at the clock. She had one minute left. She took off the robe and knelt on the floor in the middle of the room, hands behind her back and head down and waited for his return. Anxiously but without fear. She heard the door open and saw the light from ...