Learning to be dominant (pt 1)

We met at the restaurant Coq D'Argent near Bank Station. The name appealed to my sense of humour.
I'd not been too prescriptive on what to wear - that way I could keep her guessing on what I thought. I wondered what more experienced Dom's do. I wasn't sure if I want to be a proper Dom.


She looked amazing, not that I could show that's what I thought, so made no comment. Instead a light kiss to the cheek and up the lift to the restaurant.
In the lift I stood slightly to the side and behind her; I could stroke her bottom without the others in the lift noticing. That appealed to me.
We started with champagne and then some great food and wine; that would help relax her (and me). I kept the conversation light and occasionally stroked her hand and her knee.


After a quick cab to the hotel - nothing was said and I didn't even glance at her, instead just placing my hand on her leg at the bottom of her skirt. Whilst she looked out of the window I stroked the inside of he leg. It was difficult for me to keep from showing any emotion or desire. She was doing the same but her gently biting her bottom lip suggested otherwise.


Up in the hotel room, she took off her coat and hung it up and looked at me whilst I placed a riding crop on the table,.
"Stand here so I can see you".
Her clothes were crisp, very neutral - low cut cream blouse, tight black skirt and black stockings. I walked around her very close but didn't touch her.
Behind her I moved her hair away from her neck and caressed her neck.
"Do you think this is good enough", I whispered into her ear.
"I hope so, master". (As she said it I wasn't sure "master" was the right title but too late to change.
"Lets see, lift up your skirt" I ordered softly still behind her. I sat on the chair to watch her with her still facing away.
She pulled her skirt up, initially showing her stockings, bare thighs, suspender belt and finally her pants.
"Is this good enough ?" She asked. Was this meant to provoke me ? I couldn't be sure if it was deliberate or not but it didn't matter - I was provoked.
"Did I give you permission to speak ?"
"No master. Sorry master".
"You know the punishment. Bend over the table"
She bent over the table resting on her elbows, her legs slightly apart and her head immediately over the riding crop.
I told her "Hand me the crop", which she dutifully did.
With the tip I stroked her buttocks and upper thighs following the lines of the suspender belt and pants and then in between her legs and back ensuring that I maintained contact with her flesh at all times.
As I liftd the crop from her, I saw her tense up, so quick struck her lightly after which she relaxed so then immediately before she had time to react and tense back up I pulled back and struck her buttocks again but harder.
"What do you say ?" I asked
"Thank you master" and she stood up.
"Did I give you permission to stand ?"
"No master. Sorry master" and she bent over the table again.
I repeated the process but this time she remained where she was.
I approached her and removed her pants.
"Spread your legs further"
I reached between her legs touching her lips and moving to gently caressing her clitoris. I had to be do it very gently - didn't want her to come too soon.
I moved back and forth between her clitoris and her lips before entering her with 2 fingers.
What I really wanted to do was to get my cock into her but I had to hold off and continued until I thought she was close but not too close.
"Stand up and turn around". She complied.
I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it to reveal a black basque. She was breathing hard now which amplified her breasts even more.
I know what I wanted to do but again refrained. Instead, with the back of my hand I followed the lines of her lingerie over her breasts occasionally brushing her nipples as if by accident.
I didn't look at her face, just her body as though admiring a sculpture.
What I wanted to say was how gorgeous she was and how in awe I was - instead I went with "Acceptable lingerie". Sounded rubbish but she didn't flinch.
"Thanks you master"

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