A Long-Distance Vanilla Couples’ First Foray Into D/s - Part I
The voicemail you left on my cell phone was music to my ears. I had missed your call only because I was in the shower scrubbing off the musky remnants of my morning workout. “Hi love, the boss said I could knock off for the rest of the day and he is sending me home early to spend time with you. I have a few things to wrap up here at the office and will be home is a little while! See you soon my heart.” It was exactly what I had hoped and spent much of the day planning for.
I had been in town visiting you for some time now, and though I had vacation time to burn before the end of the year, you had little or none available and had to go on working as usual. Having no car to go sightseeing, shopping, or even to just drive around exploring your town left me with a lot of time on my hands to rattle around the apartment each day. Mostly I passed the time reading, hanging out with your dog, working out, or surfing around the Internet looking for something to entertain me. But this day was to be different; very different.
Over the past week the days had passed slowly while you worked and the evenings were a blur of activity including errands, chores, and family/social obligations. Understandably, there was little time or energy left on your part for amorous activities and I found myself lying in bed each night after you had fallen asleep feeling more and more sexually frustrated. It was so hard, night after night, to be next to the beautiful naked woman I adored and not give in to the relentlessly growing sexual tension I was experiencing. I was well rested from my days lazing about the apartment and you were exhausted from a full work and social schedule while having to entertain me to boot.
But today I had reached a breaking point. All I could think of was you naked, beneath me, making our love…our wonderful gentle, caring, open, sharing, ever embracing love.
The last year and half had been a blur. Our meeting was one of the strangest experiences and coincidences of my life; finding the proverbial needle in a haystack. We fell in love long-distance and had stayed that way ever since; our relationship growing every day in respect and love. I had never experienced a love like ours and you rapidly became the center of my world. I wanted nothing more than to spend our days and nights together, sharing life and all of its highs and lows. Yet today, I was experiencing a different feeling; sexual tension, frustration, and lust which combined into a bizarre emotional stew of love, aggression, desire, and a latent feeling of needing to control you, almost a sense of revenge of sorts. To frustrate you sexually as you had inadvertently frustrated me, to have my way with you on my terms. These aggressive feelings were foreign to me as I was accustomed to feeling nothing but tenderness and love for you. Indeed those amorous feelings were all still there, as wonderful as they had always been, yet somehow today was different; I had to have you now and I had every intention of doing so. Today it was going to be my way, played by my rules, and entirely at my pace.
Our sex life from the very beginning had been wonderful in my estimation. From the start we both sought the sort of comfort, trust, and openness between two people that could support an explorative and comfortable intimacy. We had found it. Right from the beginning we talked openly, if not a little shyly, about our desires and had acted on many of them. Yet it was only recently that we had begun to talk more about the very thing that had so strangely brought us together in the first place; Dominance and submission. It was in that role that we first encountered one another in that online chat room so long ago, and though we had talked around the topic off and on in chats, we had never really explored the idea in person. Then on a whim during my last visit, I played out a mild D/s fantasy of mine for you without warning, binding your hands and feet standing spread eagle in a doorway and pleasuring you relentlessly to repeated orgasms. The effect was stunning, as though a floodgate had been opened. Though it wasn’t perfectly executed on my part, this interlude of sexual Dominance and submission lit a fire under both of us and from that point on I could not seem to get my hands on enough information about the topic. Once again we began to explore the whole D/s concept, only this time it was with serious intent and for the first time, in person.
As it always had, talk of exploring a D/s lovestyle never failed to turn us both on. In fact, as we set about examining our likes and dislikes and exploring our boundaries, as we understood them, the effect was almost electrifying. Indeed you couldn’t seem to put the topic down for very long at all without bringing us back to it over and over. I loved it! It seemed we had found a new space between us, though it wasn’t really new at all; it had been there all along, unexplored and untapped. I was so entranced by the idea that, in the intervening time between my last visit and now, I had been reading everything I could get my hands on and filling out our “toy chest” with new and appropriate acquisitions. My suitcase was fairly overflowing with goodies to add to our playtime collection; though to this point you had not yet been introduced to them. Today you most certainly would be.
In response to your voice mail I began to fire off a series of text messages, setting in motion the plans for you I had been fomenting throughout the day in my sexual angst. The first message set the tone that would follow for the rest of the day and late into the night:
“Do not dawdle love. Tardiness, hesitance, or lack of compliance with any and all “suggestions” from this point forward will be addressed in the manner of my choosing. Be prepared to play. Instructions to follow:”
With those rather terse words I hoped to fully gain your attention and initiate within you a feeling of anticipation and even a little trepidation as you set about wrapping things up around the office. I wanted you to have lots of time to think about what was to come and let your imagination run wild. With that, I breathlessly sat awaiting your reply. I did not have to wait long:
“Home as soon as I can love. Ready <grin>”
With that simple response you committed yourself, for the time being, to the role of submissive. I had you where I wanted you; eager, willing, ready, and full of anticipation. You were putty in my hands to mold and shape as I desired. The thought was thrilling beyond imagination and yet at the same time carried a lot of weight. I was now responsible for you; for your pleasure, happiness, fulfillment, and for your safety. I felt as though we were standing at a precipice in our relationship. This would either go well, becoming a new shared space in our relationship, or it could be an utter disaster and never be visited again; or worse, become a source of resentment. I so wanted this to go well…for both of us. But these nervous fears had to be buried now; there was no turning back. I could not do what I had planned if I were either tentative or hesitant. I had to act boldly and with confidence.
After waiting as long as I could possibly stand to let the anticipation build in you, I began to send the stream of text messages to your phone that would set the stage for everything that was to follow the remainder of the day:
“I will not be home upon your arrival. Execute these instructions to the letter and wait for me. You will wait as long as it takes and not move from your assigned position and place. Do not miss any steps. You have been warned.”
I followed this text message a few moments later with:
“Wear only the following: high-heeled black shoes and the accessories I set out on the bed. No more, no less. You will leave your hair down and have the rest prefectly shaved. No stubble!!”
“On the bed you will find a soft black satin choker with a jeweled heart. If you choose to submit to me, clasp the choker around your neck as a sign of our bond to one another. Should you decide to wear it you must not take it off until I remove it from you.”
Moments later I sent the next set of instructions wondering if I had gone too far already with the whole collar thing:
“Affix the cuffs I laid out on the bed around your wrists and ankles and be sure they are snug. Demerits will be issued for loose cuffs.”
“Insert the rubber ear buds attached to the iPod on your bed and press play. Enjoy Mozart’s Requiem…it is powerful stuff, so play it loud.”
I sent the final instructions leaving no room for misunderstanding as to my intentions for you for the remainder of the afternoon:
“Assume the submissive position on the folded blanket I have left for your comfort on the floor. Face your bed. Since you are a novice I will interpret this instruction for you…just this one time…”
“Place the black satin blindfold over your eyes. Kneel sitting back on your heels, knees wide apart; clasp your high heels behind your back with your hands…and wait.”
I could not be sure how you would take these instructions and worried that the whole thing might put you off. Yet in the past you have shown some inclination to play along with these sorts of games so I was hopeful. Then again, in the high state of arousal I was in and with my week of frustration behind me, I might not even care if you play along. Hell a little reluctance or defiance might even heighten the experience. But for today I would settle for your complete and utter submission. I did not have to wait long for your response:
My heart soared and my pulse quickened. You were in. We were going to play! My mind raced through all the preparations I had made, trying to ensure that all was in place and ready. Most of the new goodies were stashed away in my suitcase at the foot of the bed readily accessible, and what more I needed was laid out on the bed for you or close by in the nightstand drawer. All was in readiness.
My plan was simple really. I was going to dominate and control my partner’s sexual desires and fulfillment; not to inflict pain per se, but to sexually frustrate her (though some well-timed discomfort was sure to be a part of it). I was going to drive my newfound sub wild with anticipation and sensation. I was going to condense a week’s worth of my own sexual frustration into a few short but intense hours for her. I was going to bring her to the edge of climax over, and over, and over and never let her release until I was good and ready. I was going to excite her to new heights of pleasure and frustrate her until she begged me to let her cum. And not just beg a little either. Before I was through she was genuinely going to plead for my mercy and her orgasmic release.
The mere thought of it raised my own anticipation. Most of all I knew exactly how I was going to do it. Again the plan was simple but the execution incredibly complicated requiring forethought and a great deal more patience on my part. I was planning to continuously stimulate all of my subs’ senses, in a multitude of ways from mild to intense, using every single part of her body except one; the one place that I know can take her over the edge to orgasm nearly every time. That spot would be studiously ignored for a very, very long time.
Donning my jacket I reached for the dog’s leash to take her out for a good long walk giving you ample time to come home, prepare yourself, and wait. Clipping the leash on the lab’s collar I could not help but smile to myself at the resemblance between her black shiny collar and the choker awaiting you on the bed. The only thing that was missing was a jeweled heart on the collar to make you two a matched set. Grinning like a fool and whistling between my teeth I bounded down the front steps with the dog struggling to catch up. Yes indeed, a matched set.
Text © For The Love of a Submissive, 2012