Message-ID: <13048eli$9807151642@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13048.txt> From: remaps@aol.com (Remaps) Subject: Story - First Date - F/M - Dave Wallace 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: <1998071423574900.TAA01952@ladder03.news.aol.com> First Date Dave Wallace Although I’d been married for over a decade (and recently separated), mothered two children, and felt myself to be at least a little bit "worldly", this situation that now confronted me was - except for my fantasies, and the coaching of a newfound mentor in my life - totally alien. My marriage had been typical, vanilla sex, male dominant, demure housewife, etc., etc., ad nauseum, ad infinitum. Now, I was embarking on a new chapter in my life; a chapter that promised far different interrelational dynamics, as the sociologists might say. It had been nearly a month since I’d met an online friend - an older man - who had taken me under his (what most people would consider) perverse wing. I’d been playing spades at igames, a pastime that I wasted entirely too much time on, when we’d met. He’s made some sort of comment about spanking and I’d taken the bait. The ensuing banter had led, in short order, to our exchange of photographs, some icq chat, and an ongoing tutelage wherein he counseled me on the ways and means of what he referred to as the ‘training of a man’. He’d argued, from the very first, that men were like children - lovable, perhaps; even necessary - but, like children, in need of molding, supervision, discipline, and guidance. He’d suggested that I could repeat the mistakes of my relationship with my former husband or, better yet, take control of the rest of my life and live in a manner that assured my sexual enjoyment, my happiness, and my contentment. While this, at first, struck me as rather self centered, I grew to understand his basic teaching; to wit, that men, by their nature, wish to please, to pleasure a woman. That a man worth having, would welcome the opportunity to "be all that he could be" - and, not, I hasten to clarify, "….in the Arrrrrrrmmmmmy…", but, instead, through the singular devotion to the woman they adored. He taught me the difference between love and adoration - explaining that if adoration came first, then love could come after. Whereas, if love came first, adoration may be an elusive and unattainable goal. Tonight, I would put his theories into practice. Tonight, Jim was ‘reporting’ to my home. The circumstances of Jim’s and my meeting, and the progression from that point to tonight, while of interest to some, are not the point of this story, so I will leave them for another time. Suffice it to say, Jim had been informed that only through his strict obedience to my dictates, would he be favored with a second "date". He’d been told that our meeting tonight would not be a "date" in the traditional sense; but, still, he’d been promised that he would receive sexual satisfaction from the evening and, if his behavior found favor in my eyes, would be allowed to see me again. The lust evident in his eyes, Jim had agreed to my terms. Even when I told him that I would be testing his sincerity with a ping pong paddle on his cute butt, he’d not wavered. When I’d told him that he would turn himself over to my total supervision after arriving at my home, he’d looked like a little boy, eager for his first visit to Disney World. Jim is so cute. The sound of the doorbell signaled that Jim was five minutes early; I’d warned him not to be late and he was off to a good start. Opening the door, I was pleased to see that he’d dressed as instructed, with jogging shorts and a golf shirt, white socks and tennis shoes. For my part, I was wearing a white tennis outfit, the flared white skirt the only thing below my waist, having forgone shoes, socks, and panties. Above the waist, I wore a light-weight cotton blouse, sans bra, which allowed my hard nipples to tease through the nearly transparent material. "Come in, Jim. Stand here in the hallway for a moment." Closing the front door and purposefully locking it, I stepped back from the door and confronted him. His face was an interesting admixture of fear and excitement; of nervous anticipation and dread. Although I’d considered this moment for some time, it was nevertheless very exciting to behold this attractive young man standing before me, waiting for me to mold him into the perfect lover. "This is your final chance to back out, Jim. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" "Yes, I’m sure." "From now on, Jim, when you answer me, it will always be with ma’am, do you understand?" "Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry, ma’am." Ah, trainable, indeed. (Smile) "Very well, then, Jim. Remove all of your clothing and hand it to me." Even though he probably had expected me to see him nude tonight, he seemed surprised by this peremptory command. But, to give him his due, he immediately took the bottom of this shirt and pulled the shirt over his head in one motion, leaving him bare above the waist. Handing me his shirt, he kneeled and removed both shoes and socks, handing them to me as he stood back up. Down came the shorts, revealing that, as instructed, he’d worn no underwear. His penis was semi-hard, a glistening drop of pre-cum at it’s tip signaling his arousal. "Stand, with your feet in the parade-rest position, and your hands clasped behind you, slightly above your waist, and wait here." I was pleased to see him immediately comply with my instructions, as I turned on my heel and left him standing in the foyer. I’d sent the kids to a sitter for an overnight, so I went to their bedroom and put his clothes in the closet for safe keeping, returning to the foyer to find Jim, still standing as ordered, a string of pre-cum beginning to dangle perhaps an inch or two below his still, semi-erect cock. "Take care of that." "Ma’am?" "Wipe it off and put it in your mouth, now." I could tell he was somewhat taken aback by both my demeanor and the instruction that I’d just given him. "If you hesitate much longer, Jim, your ass will feel the paddle sooner rather than later. I mean business, now, do it." "Yes, ma’am." He was so cute as he squeezed his cockhead between thumb and index finger, sucked his juices off the fingers, and blushed at the action as he embarrassedly complied with my wishes. "Follow me, Jim. And, you had better behave yourself. I don’t wish to be embarrassed by your disobedience. Do you understand?" His, "Yes, ma’am.", was delivered in a tone that belied his confusion as to how I might be embarrassed by his behavior if we were alone together. The obvious answer to this paradox lay beyond the doorway to my living room, where I now led him. "Girls, this is Jim. Jim, meet my friends, who shall remain nameless for now. You may address them as ma’am. Do you understand?" "Ye…yes…ma….ma’am." His stuttering was incredibly cute as he stood in front of me and my three friends, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. Gesturing to a carafe of wine on the coffee table surrounded by four wine glasses, I ordered, "Jim, poor us some wine and then kneel beside me." "Yes, ma’am." 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