The Beginning - Sex Stories

The Beginning

... group of ladies. Sighing to myself, I nursed my glass of wine and started to think about what else I could do. After about ten minutes, I felt a tap on the shoulder and a voice confidently saying, “I assume there’s no one sitting here?” Looking up, I was stunned to see the blonde in the leather dress. Somewhat lost for words and completely embarrassed, I managed to say, “Ummm, no, Miss” – I was so flustered. She smiled as she sat, “Perhaps you’d better go and get me a Manhattan then.” Absolutely stunned, I just did as I was told and went to the bar for her Manhattan and another glass of Chardonnay for myself. I returned and set her cocktail down in front of her before sitting with my own glass.

She smiled and told me to relax, settling back and crossing her legs, which drew my eyes to her boots. I gradually managed to relax in her company as we exchanged information about ourselves. As I thought, she had seen me looking at her and had decided that she would approach me when she was not with her friends. She explained that she was looking for a particular type of woman and that I appeared to fit the profile. She said that she felt the need to be in charge of a relationship and that she particularly wanted an older woman. I blushed and just nodded, unsure of what to say. She then told me that if I was interested, I should go to the loo, remove my bra and panties, and give them to her. Nothing else for it! Returning, feeling that all eyes must be on me as I could feel my ...

... breasts swaying under my blouse, I dutifully handed them over.

She asked if I had ever read the “Story of O,” and when I replied in the negative, she took a book from her bag and handed it to me, telling me that if it didn’t put me off her, I was to purchase a proper mini skirt and crop top and return to the club without underwear the next Friday. Reading the book certainly opened my eyes – not a world I had known about before, but I was intrigued.

On that Saturday afternoon, I headed to the shops and, feeling well out of place, entered one of the stores catering to teen and twenties girls. I tried on a few skirts and tops before choosing ones I thought weren’t too revealing. I should have known that this would be a mistake, as when I entered the club, she just looked at me disapprovingly,

“Call that a mini skirt? I can see I need to take you shopping." She asked me what I thought of “The Story of O,” and I said that it had both scared and excited me. She nodded and said she assumed that, as I was there, I must still be interested, to which I agreed. She told me she had some ground rules and that if I agreed to those, we would take it from there. Compete obedience was expected of me; I was always to address her as Miss Susan or just Miss. She would choose my clothes and what I was to wear, and knickers were completely forbidden.

I agreed to that, and she told me to turn up at a particular coffee shop the next morning, dressed as I was now, so that we could go ...