Chapter 9

Scott's response was by no means long in coming. He had agreed, set the meeting time at 8 p.m. and offered to bring champagne. He seemed very in a hurry to conclude, even too much in a hurry. He thought he already had it in his pocket, which Stella clearly didn't like. She sent him her answer, validating the time, while calming his ardour by telling him to bring wine, which they would drink during their conversation. She didn't want to pass for an easy girl. She was interested and strongly intrigued, constantly imagining with ardour and delight the orgasms he would offer her. He had proven it during the evening: he knew how to play with her emotions, her impulses and make her wet like crazy. His body was weak against him...

Friday evening 7 p.m.

She had been busy during the morning to finish tidying up her apartment, to change the sheets on her bed and had gone back to the clothes saleswoman from the last time. Equipped with a new lingerie and a blue wrap dress, she got ready, while the meal cooked quietly in the oven. On the menu, she had prepared a gratin dauphinois and an apple pie for dessert. She seemed more than satisfied with her meal and super excited and anxious as time went on.

At 7:55 p.m. the bell rang. Punctuality was not necessarily Stella's forte, without being her favourite fault. She took one last look at her outfit in front of her mirror, before going to open the door. Her heart beats very fast when she found herself face to face with Scott. He wore a superb gray suit on him, and his enigmatic smile had never left him.

- Good evening, Stella, he said to her in his hoarse voice. You are very beautiful...

The formal address took Stella by surprise, but she recovered quickly.

- Hello Scott, thank you, she said before shifting to let him in.

A certain tension was omnipresent between them. He devoured her with his gaze and refrained from jumping on her and removing the last rampart to her nudity. He would have liked her naked and on her knees at the entrance when he arrived. But he didn't worry, it will happen but just in time.

- I brought a bottle of white wine, a 1995 Laffite.

- Uh thank you, dinner is already ready. Would you like to eat before... talking or first... talking about it.

Stella's shyness and modesty made him smile. She wanted to be strong and in control, but her submissive nature showed inexorably.

- Let's talk first, so maybe we'll end up in style....

They took their places in the dining room on a square table. Everyone at the other end of the table, with Scott staring at her. She, who thought she could have control at home, realized her helplessness. There was something about him, a fucking charisma, that made her feel very small in front of him. She took out the contract that she had printed in duplicate, before handing him her copy. When their hands touched, a shiver ran through Stella. Her senses were on fire in front of him and his scent was driving her crazy.

- Stella... His voice brought her back to reality. How old are you?

- Isn't it rude to ask a woman's age, especially since it has nothing to do with the contract...

- It is true that this is not the primary subject of our meeting, but you should know that I have rules. I don't take underage submissions. Also know that from the moment you sign this contract, you will be completely mine...

- Do not be so sure of yourself, and moreover the contract is in no way signed. She interrupted him. What he seemed moderately appreciated. But suppose he is, what would you do to me?

- I can swear to you that if he was, you would already be on my thighs, buttocks in the air, waiting for the spanking, he had told her without ever looking away. His seriousness thrills Stella. But you're right, it's not yet. He smiles. Could you answer my question?

- Uh, I'm 25... and you?

- 27 years for me. Are you a virgin?

- Uhhhh no, she said blushing.

This was more convenient for Scott's business. He didn't think a domination session was the best for a first time. He greatly valued a woman's virginity, especially with the passing of time and the girls who were deflowered earlier.

- Are you a couple?

- Why this question?

- I am not a sharer and as long as you are my submissive, you’ll devote yourself to my unique person. Which means that the man in the photo at the entrance will not be part of the painting...

- Uh... Oh shit, she had forgotten to remove the picture there... She didn't feel ready to tell him everything about Donald yet. I was in a relationship, even engaged, but that doesn't count anymore. We are not together anymore...

- What explains your tears the day of our meeting... Scott had felt that it was still a hurtful event for her and had decided to move on. Alright, let's get down to business. Did you read the contract properly?

- Yes, for a long time, she said, correcting herself. But in all sincerity, I don't know much about sex...

- So let me guide this discussion. You had a man... Have you ever sucked him off?

The crude words they uttered made Stella uncomfortable. She wasn't used to it.

- Stella, I'm sorry to shock you like this. But I must know your sexual experience and your tastes to adapt our sessions from the start. Tell me your feelings, I am at your disposal...

- Uh... Donald didn't force me to do it and as I found it quite... degrading I didn't do it.

- A handjob?

- Well, occasionally...

Scott noted certain things on his contract from time to time, while listening to her. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, but it wasn't something she could afford to lie about. It would be seen sooner or later, because it was indeed towards a sexual relationship that they were heading.

- Would you like to change any part of the contract?

- I can't live with you...

- Why that?

- I have my apartment and a life...

- Let's get one thing straight. I can understand your apartment and your fears about a fleeting relationship. I will not prevent you from working on the contrary. Seeing your friends and going out will be on permissions. But know that as long as you are my submissive, I will decide your life... Moreover, for the apartment, there is no problem about the rent. I will pay for everything you need during the term of the contract. Another question?

- Why can you have other submissives?

He smiled at Stella's little outburst of jealousy, before answering her quietly.

- I prefer to avoid exclusivity on my side. I have needs Stella and it is not certain that you could satisfy them all. It will depend on your nature.

- I don't understand...

- Let's say that there are different types of dominants. Some favour physical pain, others more mental. I am more mental than physical if you prefer. But I have times when I need to exert my domination by harsh and physically heavy sentences, let's say if you prefer sadistic. And only a real sadomasochism could enjoy it.

- Another thing... If I understood correctly, my pleasure will depend on you...

- Yes, everything will depend on how you manage to satisfy me. If I am satisfied with your behaviour and actions, I will give you pleasure. If I'm not, I will punish you. But it is clear that my pleasure comes before yours...

- Why would I accept such a relationship?

- Because you are submissive by nature, and you get off on leaving control to others. I also noticed how much it excites you to leave yourself in someone's hands and obey. I can reveal and highlight this side of your personality, if of course you allow me. About punishments and the Safe Word?

- Uh... I don't know what my limits are. For the moment I have none, apart from the irons and the balaclava. I don't want suffocation either. I don't want to keep permanent traces...

- Obviously, none of the traces will be permanent. This engages my professionalism and my know-how. Things that are not lacking in me.

I take note of your remarks... For the Safe Word?

- Uh... She thinks of a term to express all the hopes she placed in this relationship. I chose: Anagennisi.

A smile grew on Scott's face. The intoxicating blue gaze of the object of his interest revived his darkest desires. She was determined and that pleased her enormously. They noted the stop word in their respective contracts.

- Now if I sign this contract, what happens?

- I take you on this dining table and I make you my four o'clock. If you know how much I hold back from fucking you hard...