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From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr)
Subject: ruthie's story, Part I (1/12) (M/f, bdsm)
Ruthie's Story, Part I
Well, I was on my way!! I found myself having to have more than one drink
to quell my enthusiasm enough that I could sleep, because I knew I wasn't
going to get much after I arrived!! LaGuardia was five hours from
Albuquerque, so I settled in with my second gin and tonic.
WE had corresponded for about six months on the internet. I am Dom, and
she initially professed to be a Domme, and we agreed to be friends and
compare notes. But the more we talked, and the more experiences we
shared, it became blatantly obvious that she had a LOT of repressed
submissive tendencies. I tended to put a foot in her submissive door
whenever I could, and she gradually opened up to me and confessed she
wanted to learn more about that role.
Over the months we had developed a real trust between us. She had told me
stories about her private world, her desires, her fantasies, some of her
experiences with submissive men, her few experiences with her dominate
men, her triumphs, and her disasters. I had shared my similar
experiences, except I was strictly a male heterosexual dominant, and very
content to stay in that role. I had no experiences with dominant or
submissive men, or dominant women to share with her. Her response to that
was for me to come to New York, and we would see where it went from there.
It took some time, and some doing, but I had a weekend, a ticket, and a
reservation at the NYC Hilton.
The plane touch down with more of a jolt than I like, and I awoke with a
start, a smile on my face, and an ice cube in my lap! That certainly
brought me back to reality in a hurry! As the plane slowed to a stop at
the gate, I wiped off my pants as best I could, and waited for the
stampede to start. I was glad that I hadn't asked her to meet me at the
airport, because I looked like I had wet my pants, or worse, and I was
sure she'd have made some smart-assed comment about the obvious spot. I
collected my baggage, and caught a taxi for the 30-minute ride to the
Hilton. I checked into a non-smoking room on the 10th floor. It was now
4:00 in the afternoon, and we had arranged to meet in the lobby bar at
6:00 p.m., and go to dinner.
I put up my clothes, showered, shaved, and laid out my clothes for the
evening. I looked in the mirror....wondering if she would like what she
saw. An aging man, slightly bald, slightly grey, more sags and wrinkles
than he remembered having this morning, a slight paunch to his
belly.....well. Can't change anything. Will just have to see. We had
exchanged pictures. I had sent her a recent portrait, and a nude picture
from a few years back when I was at Hedonism II. But that was a younger,
much more virile looking man....but the basic equipment hadn't changed,
and still was in fine working order. So maybe she wouldn't run screaming
out the door after all....I hoped!! She had sent me pictures also...but
no nude ones. It never seemed quite fair to me, but she had her reasons,
I guess. But the ones she did send me!!!!!....tall, slim, beautiful
radiant face and smile, clear fair complexion, short blond hair that
shimmered in the flash of the camera. She looked many years younger than
her 55 years, and I couldn't wait!!
I put on my white shirt with the embroidered initials on the pocket, dark
olive suit, matching tie, black sox and shoes....Now the picture in the
mirror looked more distinguished than old, and I allowed myself to breathe
a slight, just a slight, sigh of relief. It was now 5:45 p.m. I left my
room, and went to the elevators. I exited on the lobby floor. The lobby
bar was just to the left of my elevator, and I climbed the two steps up to
the elevated open platform surrounding a grand piano, found a seat facing
the front and the elevators, now knowing for sure from which direction she
would come, and ordered another gin and tonic while I waited. I reached
down and shot another glance at my watch, and heard a lovely voice say,
"Waiting for anyone in particular??" I looked up and you were there,
staring at me with that beautiful smile.
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