This post is the second written by Mr. S, an old friend of mine. Mr. S is a blogger, but new to blogging in the kinky world. I was glad to have him do a couple of guest posts for my blog, and hope that we can encourage him to join us on his own blog!

The next couple of days continued as before, however now there was an undercurrent that hadn’t been there before. There was still the easy conversation and the messages that sounded flirty, but there was something else. The calling me Sir had revealed vulnerability and a welcome one at that. She then brought up the idea of meeting me.

The idea of being in the same place, to be able to touch her, it was intoxicating. She wanted to travel the 90 miles to be local to me and stay around for the day and go back the next. The implication was, if the chemistry in person matched voice and message, we could take things to the next step.

It became apparent to me that Peaches wanted that and felt confident that on her side, the desire was already there. I pointed out it had been a long time and there were some things I missed and she mentioned giving me ‘mind-blowing head’ and unbidden, the words “Only if you ask nicely.” came out of my mouth. There was a pregnant pause and then the words “Yes Sir. Of course I will need your permission to take you into my mouth.” Her submission was very close to the surface. 

Our conversations became more open, a clear indication that she was feeling safe with me as our meeting grew closer. She admitted to me that once after we had talked, she had used her toy to play. This was a clear turn on for me, in the past I would have asked about questions, instead I replied. “I want to see the toy.” In under a minute, I had a picture. It was a rabbit style one, black. “I want to see it in use. When we meet, bring it.” For the first time, it felt natural to make this request. In fact, it didn’t feel like a request. It was an expectation. “Yes Sir.” was her reply. I was emboldened by her response and then tested my nascent control over her. “Between now and when we meet, you’re not allowed to play until we meet.” I was unsure after I sent it. Had I pushed too hard, had I overplayed a hand I didn’t hold. But then came “Yes Sir, I promise.” as a reply and then we stated a more exact time and place.

I was excited, apprehensive and a bit on the nervous side. I was worried that, the chemistry I felt was illusory and wouldn’t translate to in person.

Finally the day arrived and she walked down the train platform, with her light coloured hair, peach coloured cardigan and a very big smile. We stood across from one another, approached and embraced, our first contact and it felt electric. Fully clothed, in public, a small amount of PDA and I felt a stirring. We walked somewhere nearby and sat next to one another. She was nervous, almost giddy and I held her hand. Then there was the softest and gentlest of kisses. In this woman’s presence, able to see, smell and feel her, I was as aroused as I had ever been before and I knew, very soon, I would make her mine.