Making a Decision

Written By: David & I
March 1/06, All Rights Reserved


Under normal circumstances I'd not have stopped in a bar and sat there drinking by myself. But this wasn't normal circumstances.

I swiped a tear that escaped my eye and started rolling down my cheek. Picking up my glass I finished what I had left in it just as the waitress came to my table to ask if I'd like another. "Thank you I will but I'll have it up at the bar."

"Well hello there," he said. "I'm just about to take a break care to join me?" I smiled at him, "Hi, I'd like that." Feeling myself blush for no apparent reason. He led me to a back room that was set up for the staff of the bar.
I walked over to the sofa and turned to him.

He looked over at me kinda through the corner of his eye, "Any questions for me?" He made his way to the sofa as well and we sat down at opposite ends at the same time.

My nervousness got the best of me and I jokingly ask, "My throat is a little dry you got a glass of water there?"

We both chuckled, for a moment. Until he looked at me and said, "Anything I want to put down your throat right now, not sure if that'll help."

"Ohgod" I felt my body start to shiver.

He chuckled, "Okay, I'm a wicked flirt, especially when I at least half or more mean it."

I swallow hard and try and make a joke about the weather lately. It didn't work though, what he said shook me up and I found myself feeling off balance.

"I do like to make people laugh, just so you know." I felt a bit of relief. I don't know if I felt he was really joking so much though. Then he added, "I have a very strange and pretty advanced sense of humor. But at the same time I laugh at almost anything."
I told him that I was a flirt as well and that I loved laughing, "But you likely knew that already."

He turned to look at me and said, "We are in a strange place for the two of us, but it seems right." He grinned, "I will concede, I am thinking about you kneeling at my feet, though I know that's not necessarily your cup of tea. I think it has some appeal to you at the same time."

A panic swept over me and I didn't know whether I should just end this conversation or just what I should do. "You have no idea how much that just... ummmmmmm." I stuttered as I felt my body starting to shake.

He smiles and points to his feet and nods.

A rush of blood ran through me as I took a deep breath. I knew there was a reason I was being nervous. I'd heard stories about him. Heard the waitresses talking. Heard them joking with him and such.

"Your pulse is almost audible right now," he says to me with a wink.

I wiped my hands on my jeans, "I'm going to admit something though, I have never been in anything even remotely submissive or dominant."

"Well, I haven't been in much of anything that hasn't been in one manner or another. As you can tell."
I don't know what it was about him. I hadn't known him long. A few conversations. We hardly knew one another and here he was talking to me like this.

"You don't have too, obviously. But you're always welcome to kneel to me. And I will nudge you in that direction when I feel it's appropriate, like now." He looked straight into my eyes and I felt him. Felt him more than I had felt anyone without being physically touched. Then a smile creped on his face.

I looked at him and blinked before lowering my gaze biting my bottom lip and swallowing, "Feeling pretty intense right now actually."

He points at my feet again, "Come to me, girl."

'Ahgod' I thought closing my eyes. I get up only to lower myself at his feet.

He smiles and reaches forward, sliding his fingers through my hair. Affectionate, and a little possessively.

My teeth clamp together, 'Goodlord what am I doing?' I think to myself.

His smile, which really is more of a sly grin is still on his face as he continues stroking my hair. "Tell me how you're feeling, how the thought of being at my feet like this makes you feel?"

A look of serious wonderment on my face, "I feel out of control and I feel nervous and I'm turned on and confused and I feel panicy and now I'm finding it even harder to swallow."

He tells me, "Thinking about how I'd like to tie you up and take you. Take your pussy, your mouth, your ass."

'Geezus I feel like I'm going to pass out here.' I think to myself. 'I'm sure he's reading me like a book.'

"You have more control than you realize, but right now part of that control is the decision to surrender and trust me and let me take you." he says to me.

I whisper, "I'm scared."

He adds, "And you have one bit of control I will never be able to take from you, the decision of whether or not you'll ever kneel to me again."

I stutter with my words a little, "I'm feeling a little overwhelmed right now."

"Do you need for us to stop at this point?" he asks.

I look up to him, "Well, this is not really something I am even really able to consider right now since my eyes keep drifting to the clock and I," more stuttering, "Really should be leaving soon."

"Well, then, I guess we should stop for now. But I do have one more order. I want you to cum thinking about me taking you. And I want to hear about your thoughts during that when we get together again." His smile warmed me, although I am not sure I was feeling any more relaxed.

He asks, "Chemistry clicks sometimes, it is surprising to me too. But it feels right, doesn't it?"

"I have felt an attraction to you, is that the same thing you are asking?" I ask in return.

"Yes it is, sometimes you meet someone, in any environment. And they intrigue you and appeal to you. Most men, they don't understand that it doesn't always happen. Most men feel that they can click with any woman, given the chance." He said.
I was pretty sure I understood what he meant.

"But is one so quick to make a move on that?" I asked. "We don't really know one another. How does one know whether they can trust then?"

"We don't. And in that, it is a gamble. There are limits as to how far and how fast we should move." It felt like he was trying to reassure me some, and I liked that.

"I don't know what this means, this is crazy for me." I say as I take a deep breath.

From there I proceeded to tell him about the other day. How I'd thought about something he'd been talking to the waitresses about. A story that was asked of him to tell. An experience he had that stuck in my mind.
"That same afternoon I laid down to pleasuring myself I was thinking about what was said. And I tried hard to think about something else." I shifted a little as I continued. "My mind kept drifting back to you and the communication we've had going on back and forth. Usually I can think about what I want to think about when I am pleasuring myself. Being able to think and imagine what I want and need to while I do that. But I couldn't this time."

He smiled down on me and continues stroking my hair, wrapping his fist in my hair for a moment. Holding my head in his grip.

My teeth grit together as I look up at him. "What do you want to know? The actual vision I had in my mind when I finally came? What 'put me over the edge'?"

"Yes, I would like to hear that." He told me.

"I couldn't see faces, only two men. I could hear them. One demanding the other to suck him off, telling him to take him like the hungry cock whore he was." I could feel myself blushing as I relayed this story. Not really understanding why I felt the need to tell him this in the first place.

He slid his hand down across my shoulder.

"I imagined it was you who was the one that was doing the demanding." I paused for a moment before adding, "I can't believe how it felt to me."

He smiled at me again, "And now that you're the one kneeling, how does it feel?"

I returned his smile and licked my lips.

He leaned back and smiled, "Good girl."

A shiver rocked through my body again hearing his words to me.

"First and foremost, I have no intention of interfering with your life or with any other relationships you may have. Don't worry on that score." He told me.

"Ok," I said not really understanding if I gave the impression that I was worried or not. "Not that I was really."

"But there does seem to be chemistry between us. And I like having you at my feet, and I think you like being there." My heart began to race again as his words flowed through my entire being.

"I respect you as a person." He added, "And I look forward to getting to know you very well. But I will be honest and say that I look forward to getting to know you in every way I can."

I asked him, "Had you thought about my being at your feet before?"

"It has been crossing my mind as we talked. I get the feeling I wanted to be with you." He answered me.

"Well, yes there is chemistry between us." I agreed.

For the first time this evening an evident blush crossed his face, "There is an eroticism to you even when you're not talking about sex, which may be projecting on my part."

I couldn't help but smile, "I like that."

"My hands are like icicles right now," I say as I try and rub them together to warm them up.

"Well, you need to go. As you said earlier. And I have to get back to work. I believe I told you something I wanted you to do before. And that should warm up those fingers." His smile was wicked in nature and I felt myself blush yet again.

"When I leave here I won't be alone so that means I have to be quiet. Which is something that is normally pretty hard for me to do." I tell him. "So I should have my mouth full of pillow in no time." I couldn't help but chuckle at how funny that sounded.

"And this time," he said. "You don't have to think about someone else serving my desires."

"Ohgod!" He did it again. Just as I was starting to calm down.

"Tied, taken, made to admit what you crave in it." He said before acknowledging what I'd just said. "Like I want you calm?" He strokes my hair, hands sliding down my back slowly."

I bite down on my bottom lip as I look up at him. "Ohgod" I sigh, "Ok I better go."

"Picture having to beg to cum." He said as I get up to leave.

My legs shake as I sigh out again at his words.

"Enjoy, see you soon." He grins.

I turn and smile at him letting him know we'll see one another again soon. "Bye."



I slide my clothes off before crawling into bed. Thinking about the conversation he and I had had. Being at his feet. Not really sure how I felt about that exactly other than being totally aware of the wetness that had gathered between my legs.

I laid back and spread myself. My right hand lowering down my tummy. Reaching my freshly shaved pussy. So wet. My touch nearly made me jump. I rolled my eyes to the back of my skull hardly able to believe how fucking HOT I was.

Slowly I worked my fingers through my slit. The wetness quickly coating my fingers. I couldn't move too fast because I was so extremely turned on. I felt so sensitive.

My mind focused on being at his feet.

So strange how one minute I was seeing myself at his feet, all the while I could see (as an outsider watching in) me knelt there pleasuring him with my mouth.

I couldn't hear his reactions but his eyes were on me as I laid there and teased my pussy. As though I were watching myself pleasure him while he watched me laying there doing as he told me to.

I didn't last long at all. I came! Powerful waves flooding over my body and I felt the warm wetness of my cum flow out and down my ass crack.

Gasping, trying to catch my breath as the pace of my fingers slowed.

I lay there nearly ready to pass out from the intensity of what had just happened. Before I closed my legs, rolled onto my side. I pulled my pillow up and tucked it under my tits, put my right arm under my head. Left leg bent and the knee and lifted towards me. Laying there thinking about how amazing the power of suggestion is.

Not that this was a "suggestion".

I smiled as I fell asleep.