Message-ID: <12661eli$9807022342@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12661.txt> From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr) Subject: ASSM---ruthie's story I Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998070212014701.IAA11324@ladder03.news.aol.com> ruthie's Story by LineMstr Chapter 1 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 dominant 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 touched 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 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 she was, 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, not 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. [continued -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>