First Date
I had asked her to arrive at 8.00pm and to date, she had been impeccable at following my orders. I knew she would be there, waiting in the outfit I had picked for her, ready to meet for the first time. I had thought all day about that outfit, the dress that hugged her body so well, the lack of bra and the underwear I had bought her the week before. I knew she’d be nervous, with tingles of excited running like pulses of energy through her body. This was new for her. And I hadn’t had a date with a girl in 3 years. Hubby had given me permission to do as I wish tonight and I intended to make full use of it.
2 months earlier….
We had talked for a long time about my desire for my domination and control, and for the first time we had considered what that might look like outside of our relationship. Over a period of weeks, we had come to some decisions. First, that it was something important for me to explore. Second, that it would have to be a women, rather than a man. Third, that my hubby would be involved in picking the right girl. And with that… a new chapter evolved.