Dinner Date Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Dinner Date Ch. 01

... a special dinner. I asked him what the occasion was and he asked me if he needed one? Call me silly but I know my husband better than he thinks I do. Due to his line of work and the people he deals with on a regular basis I had to learn very quickly when he was being entirely truthful with me and when he was withholding information to try and protect me.

I have to say upfront, after reading the book series on BDSM I recognized more than a few common personality traits shared between my husband and the main character in the story. It got me to wondering, especially when he always conveniently changed the subject about his previous life, if he might have some prior knowledge of the subject matter. Add to the fact it sent more than just a little thrill through me to think of my husband being so forceful and dominating me like that. I was holding out hope my question might be just the spark needed to push him in that direction.

What I had failed to plan for was just how unique my husband's mind worked. On a couple of occasions when I thought he had been pushed into a corner and forced to respond in a certain way I was hoping for, he reacted in a totally different manner to achieve his goal successfully. It was infuriating just how much a master of chess he was at times. So, while I was hoping he would zig and might take me and do some of the things I'd read about, he had zagged and set up this crazy dinner. I will admit I didn't respond as well as I could or should have to ...

... the news and was more than a little disappointed and I let him know about it.

Once I finally calmed down enough to think clearly, I started to plan myself. I was going to do exactly what my husband had done and turn this around into something for myself. He did after all set this up for me, didn't he?

When the night finally came, I was nervous and somewhat disappointed. We arrived at a large house and was met at the door by a receptionist who asked us to wait just a moment. The dominatrix; I believe that is the proper term for this woman; came out and introduced herself to us and asked us to follow her.

I will admit she was a very attractive woman and was somewhat surprised as she came out wearing a very fashionable skirt which reached just below her knees and a matching blouse opened just enough to draw a man's attention to her "assets" being displayed with the aid of a pushup bra. I instantly wanted to hate her but promised myself I would play nice with her, at least until I got what I wanted from my husband.

True to his word, dinner was catered by a very high-end restaurant and it turned into a lovely and pleasant event once the awkwardness of the situation had eased. I started politely asking some probing questions about the house while explaining to our hostess the only knowledge I had of the lifestyle was limited to the book series I'd read. She surprised me by admitting that while certain parts of the bookmight be a fair representation of the life, most of ...