It was his piercing green gaze that made me swipe right when I saw his picture. His dark curls made his eyes stand out. The way he looked into the camera was thrilling somehow. Turns out it was a match. It didn’t take long before he sent the first message:
SirAsher83:
Hi
NightSiren86:
Hi
SirAsher83:
I like your screenname. Disneyfan?
NightSiren86:
Thanks. Maybe, are you? 🙂
SirAsher83:
Maybe 😉
NightSiren86:
Your screenname is funny. It’s so official. Makes me think you live in a mansion.
SirAsher83:
No 🙂 It’s a reference to the lifestyle I’m into.
NightSiren86:
The mansion lifestyle?
SirAsher83:
No. You into mansions?
NightSiren86:
🙂 Not in particular. What kind of lifestyle if it is not the mansion kind?
SirAsher83:
I’m a Dom
NightSiren86:
… I don’t know what that means
SirAsher83:
It means I’m into BDSM.
NightSiren86:
Oh
SirAsher83:
Oh?
NightSiren86:
I don’t know how to respond to that
SirAsher83:
Does it turn you off?
NightSiren86:
I don’t think so
SirAsher83:
Does it turn you on?
NightSiren86:
I don’t know. You are making me blush behind my screen though.
SirAsher83:
I’ll take that as a yes.
NightSiren86:
I don’t know. I never tried BDSM.
SirAsher83:
Do you want to try it?
NightSiren86:
I’m not sure. I’m not really into pain, I think. If I stub my toe, I think I’m gonna die 😀
SirAsher83:
Oh, but it’s not just about pain. It is about so many more things. Pain is just one component in the spectrum.
NightSiren86:
What else is it about?
SirAsher83:
It’s not only BDSM dungeons and leather and whips. It can be what a Dom and a sub decide it is. It can be about control: about taking it or giving it. It’s about pleasure. Pain can be a part of it, but pain can also come with great pleasure. And most of all, it is about trust.
NightSiren86:
So … Can I trust you?
SirAsher83:
All you need is faith, trust and a little pixie dust.
NightSiren86:
You ARE a Disneyfan
SirAsher83:
And so are you apparently 😉
NightSiren86:
I have to say … You are making me curious.
SirAsher83:
Good girl.
NightSiren86:
Blushes
SirAsher83:
Do you want to go for a drink? Just to talk?
NightSiren86:
I think I’d like that.
SirAsher83:
You think? I want my subs to be straightforward with their answers. Yes or no?
NightSiren86:
Yes (Blushes)
But I’m not your sub.
SirAsher83:
We’ll see about that soon.
We exchanged some more messages to set a time and date. Friday evening, 9 o’clock it was.
Turned out SirAsher83 lived in a neighbouring city. He told me I could pick the place we would meet, so I could choose a place I felt comfortable meeting him. I chose a local bar that had a delicious Pornstar martini. I decided to go a bit early. While I checked my outfit one last time in the window of the bar, my nerves got the better of me.
My dress was always riding up a bit while driving my bike, so I pulled it all the way back down over my curvy hips. Maybe I shouldn’t have picked that black fitted dress. I instantly regretted not going for something loose where I could hide in. Too late now, I guess. Thank God I went for my All Stars instead of the high heels. Less chance of falling.
I stepped inside the bar, greeted the bartender with an insecure smirk and went to a table in the corner with some nice comfy seats. From there, I had a good view of everybody who entered the bar. When the bartender came by, I already ordered a Pornstar martini; I needed it. Just when my drink arrived, I saw him enter.
Just as handsome as in his picture. His clothes were rather casual: a pair of dark jeans and a pine green T-shirt that made his strong body look extra yummy. Damn, he looked hot. His hands went through his curly hair while his gaze scanned the room and found me. With my red wavy hair, I was very recognisable. I gave him a wave, and he walked over. I took a deep breath in, hoping I would regain my confidence that flew out of the window the moment I saw him.
“NightSiren86?” he asked.
“That’s me”, I confirmed, “SirAsher83?”
“Asher is fine … for now.”
I swallowed heavily.
He took a seat in front of me and ordered a beer. “What’s your name? Or do you prefer I call you NightSiren the rest of the evening?” he said with a teasing tone.
It was only then that I became aware that I was staring at him like a deer in headlights. “Oh”, I stuttered, “My name is Ellyn.”
“Ellyn … I like that name.” The syllables of my name rolled over his tongue, like he was trying how they tasted.
His deep voice made my lower abdomen flutter. Holy fuck, this man made me so nervous. I looked up into his curious-looking eyes. It was like he looked straight through me. I quickly averted my gaze and accidentally pushed my cocktail over. Asher had superfast reflexes. He tipped my glass back up and even saved a bit of the passionfruit-flavoured drink inside it. My cheeks burned. 5 minutes in and I’ve already messed this date up.
“Relax,” he chuckled. “Why are you so anxious?”
“I don’t know”, I sighed, “I’m already clumsy on a good day.” I switched to whispering: “And the whole BDSM thing doesn’t help either.”
“It’s not like I will throw you over my knee in the middle of the bar and give you a spanking,” he laughed.
My face turned beet red, much to Asher’s amusement.
“Don’t worry”, he said reassuringly, “above else I’m just a guy who loves a good Disney movie on a Friday night.” His look suddenly turned from joking to serious: “I do have a dare for you, if you’re up for it.”
“Uh …”, I stammered, “What kind of dare are you talking about?”
“That’s not how it works. You accept the dare, or you don’t. If you don’t, you will never know what the dare was, and we will just enjoy our drinks. But if you accept, you have to do it. It’s nothing frightening. Just having some fun. So… do you trust me?”
What am I getting myself into? I don’t know this man. For all I know, he could be a serial killer. But this man, he interested me. I felt weirdly at ease and jittery at the same time. Damn, why did he make me so curious? “Faith, trust and a little pixie dust, right?” I asked with kind of apprehension. “Okay, tell me.”
He grinned approvingly. “No turning back now, Ellyn.” His voice suddenly turned more authoritative: “Go to the ladies’ room, take off your panties and bring them back to me. Now.”
I got up and felt Ashers’ eyes burning in my back while I walked to the restroom. In the toilet stall, I took my panties off.
It felt weird pulling my dress back down without my underwear on. Going commando, it is. I put the black lace panties in my bag.
When I returned, Asher looked at me expectantly. And when I took my seat again he laid his open hand in front of me. I turned red yet again while I took my panties out of my bag and placed it in his hand. When he accepted them, he held my hand for a moment. Bizarre, hand-holding like that, with my dirty underpants in between. With a slight stroke from his hand, he put my underwear in the side pocket of his jeans. “Good girl”, he confirmed.
It was weird… that I wasn’t wearing panties, that he knew about it and that I just listened to him when he demanded that I took ‘em off. It all made me feel uncomfortable, yet turned on at the same time. We talked a lot after that, about all sorts of random stuff. Cafés in the neighbourhood we liked, favorite food, hobbies, … and simultaneously there was this tension between us. His gaze seemed darker somehow when he looked into my eyes, when his eyes lingered on my mouth. The evening flew by. Before we knew it, we were the last ones in the bar. Asher escorted me outside to my bike.
“How about my panties?” I asked.
“What about them?” he questioned.
“Can I get them back?”
“No. What you can get, is a second date with yours truly.”
The nerves in this guy. “Arrogant much?” I said with raised brows.
“So you don’t want to go on another date?” he asked, feigning confusion.
“I do want to see you again”, I told him.
“Great, because I really liked spending time with you this evening. I have one request, though, if you want to meet again.”
“A request?” I enquired, puzzled.
“Yes,” he responded and proceeded in a more stern voice: “You are not allowed to come in the period between our dates.
My mouth fell open a bit. “Come?” I stuttered.
“No orgasms, Ellyn,” he spelled out.
I remained staring at him. This was the strangest request of all time. It had to be.
“I need you to confirm you understand what I ask of you, Ellyn.”
“Y-yes, I understand.”
“Thank you,” he whispered. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”
He tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear. At the same time, he came closer and pressed a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “See you next time, NightSiren86.”
“Goodnight, SirAsher83”, I mumbled.
When I drove home with my bike, I was still completely mystified about what happened on our date. The nerve on that man, no orgasms. Ha, I didn’t even masturbate that much. It wouldn’t be that difficult. But while the thought crossed my mind, I felt how wet I was riding my bike. I could slip right off the saddle.
Later that night, when I lay in bed, I was tossing and turning. Asher’s green eyes were all I could see, and I was horny as fuck. And just the thought that I couldn’t masturbate made it like ten times worse. I felt my heartbeat pulsing between my legs. How will I survive until our next date?
To be continued…
