A date with a Domme

She hadn’t told me where we would be going, in fact she hadn’t told me much at all other than she would pick me up at 8pm on Friday. She had confirmed that we’d be going for drinks and food but I really struggled to know what to wear because I didn’t know if that meant a pub, a restaurant or a cafe bar or attire what would be appropriate.

Eventually I settled on a black mid-thigh bodycon dress which has quite a low neckline and shows off my modest cleavage nicely. I considered going commando but I thought my ring would be visible through my dress so instead I wore a nice pink Victoria Secret thong underneath and finished it off with some heeled gladiator style sandals.

The picture on the right isn’t me, obviously she is way more attractive, but it is very similar to what I was wearing which would be well overdressed for a pub but I went with it anyway. I did my hair in a thick braid and put on some striking but not too heavy eye makeup. I finished my outfit with a long gold necklace.

I was more nervous than I thought I would be, I’ve had many “encounters” and am not normally nervous but I definitely had a little apprehension while I waited for her to arrive, which she did at ten past eight.

I could see her looking me up and down as I walked to the car and it made me hot between my legs. I had wanted her to know I’d made an effort and the smile she gave when I climbed in told me she appreciated it.

There was some relief when I saw that Fiona had dressed at a similar level to me but her dress was a dark maroon and reached her knee and she had a black bolero over it. Her hair is so gorgeous, hence the image at the top, again it isn’t her but that’s basically what her hair looks like and I’m so jealous of how thick it is.

We made small talk in the car about nothing in particular, just work etc. She definitely has that dominant something about her that really appeals to me. I’ve mentioned this before, especially in rants about dominants, but so many men and women profess to be a Dom(me) but simply don’t have the natural aptitude for it. To properly submit to someone I need to feel the dominance oozing out of them without them even speaking, I felt it with Joanne, I felt it with Kayleigh and as I sat in the car next to Fiona being driven to an unknown location I could feel it from her too, and it was intoxicating.

We eventually arrived at an Italian restaurant which is one of the best restaurants in Cambridge, I’ve only ever been once but it was some of the best Italian food I’ve tasted. We exited the car and I walked around the back, as I joined her she took my hand in her warm one and we walked to the restaurant holding hands. I’ve always been very cautious about revealing my sexuality publicly but she is completely confident in herself and I really liked that, it gave me the confidence to be comfortable with it.

The maître d’ took Fiona’s name and then said “This way Miss [Fiona]” and my mind immediately rolled it around in my head, “Miss [Fiona]…Mistress Fiona…Mistress [Fiona]”, and I quite liked it.

Once seated Fiona ordered a bottle of wine and we looked over the menus, I thought she might try and prevent me from choosing my own food but she didn’t. It would have been a very predictable move and it boded well that she wasn’t being predictable, I liked that, she did however ask me what I had chosen and when the waitress came she ordered her own food and then said “and my date with have the Calamiri to start and the Spiedino de Pollo for her main”.

I smiled at the waitress who’s face faltered just for a second as she realised we were on a date and then she smiled back and went off with our order. My date also had a wry little smile on her face, I wasn’t sure whether she was marking her territory or trying to make me blush but I didn’t rise to it, instead I took a sip of the delicious wine to hide my grin.

We chatted as our starters came and we ended up sharing my squid and her Italian meats, it was all delicious. Whilst we waited for the main course I plucked up the courage and asked her about the time she invaded my shed whilst I was tied up inside it, we’d already discussed how it made me feel but I wanted to know how it came about.

She had been at Hannah’s chatting about me (yes I was now blushing plenty) and Hannah had shown her my blog with me talking about my self torture plans. Whilst Fiona had known about me for a long while through Hannah she was very much intrigued by the content of my blog and between them, after a few glasses of wine, they had decided on the plan of her coming to see me while I was tied up. They thought it would be a fun surprise and add an extra element to the “scene”.

Fiona has since read all of my blog (more blushing, sometimes I seriously regret putting myself on the internet!) and said that she would never have done it if she had known what she knows now. I think that is fair.

We chatted about her while we ate our main course, she is fairly senior manager at a large company (she didn’t want me to say any more than that) and is at a comparable level to myself career wise, she also often works long hours and understands the pressures that come with the sort of jobs we both have. I think that my relationship with Kayleigh suffered greatly because of my job so it was very reassuring to know that Fiona is in a similar position.

She lives about half way between my house and Hannah’s place which means she is only ten minutes drive away (which also means she was clearly late on purpose, noted!) so that is handy.

As the night went on I did start to wonder how it would be if we were together, getting ahead of myself is a huge problem for me, with previous relationships I’ve fallen for them very quickly and all of a sudden I’m way ahead of them in terms of where I think the relationship is. I promised myself this time I would rein myself in so I tried to shake the wayward thoughts of how good it could be from my head.

After the main course Fiona ordered a vanilla pannacotta to share, she had no way of knowing this but it’s my favourite desert so bonus points there! It was nice, sitting talking and sharing the food.

She wouldn’t let me pay a penny for dinner so when we went to a nearby bar after coffee I made sure I paid for the drinks (score one for the sub!) and we stood close to each other at the bar and drank them. She has amazing chocolatey brown eyes, I’m a sucker for eyes and she has truly beautiful ones and I caught myself staring into them a few times while she talked.

I’m quite sure she caught me too because when we were getting to the end of our drinks she suddenly slid her hand around to the small of my back and pulled me hard against her and kissed me deeply and passionately and it felt like it lasted forever. I didn’t want her to stop but she did and when she pulled backI was suddenly very self conscious and started to look around to see who had seen us but she said my name, loud and commanding and told me to look at her, I did without thinking and she smiled and my worry faded away, I smiled back blushing.

We left the bar after just the one drink (she was driving) and headed back to the car. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes during which I ran over the kiss in my mind and then I involuntarily giggled! I looked up at her but she didn’t react, except for a small smile in the corner of her lips, then she placed her hand on my knee and slid it slowly up my leg pushing my dress up until the side of her hand was resting at the crease between my inner thigh and my pussy, I made no move to stop her, I was so wet.

She left her hand there for the whole journey without speaking of it, I subtly spread my legs a little wider as we chatted but her hand didn’t make any more upward progress. When we arrived back outside my house she said “I’ve really enjoyed tonight, I’d like to do it again” and I enthusiastically (probably too enthusiastically) agreed. She kissed me again, just as passionately and then stopped kissing but kept her face an inch from mine while she reached between my legs (which I freely opened, such a slut!) and ran a finger over my pussy.

She was checking if I was wet, which I obviously was, she smiled, I blushed, then she pecked me on the lips and leaned back saying “Out!”. I got out of the car and closed the door as she wound the window down, I leaned over and she said “So I’m stocky?” then rolled her eyes and pulled the car away.

It took me a second to realise what she was talking about but then I realised she read my blog where I said she was “taller than me and a little stockier but still very feminine in shape” and felt so embarrassed. She is definitely NOT stocky! She has a beautiful shaped body that any woman would die for.