She wanted to make it real? To really meet? Jon thought about it a full day and a night before he answered her and began to make preparations. Was it a good idea? He wasn’t sure but there was something about her obsessive need to submit to him that hooked him. He had a feeling where this might end up and he’d never gone there before with a submissive.

Taryn paid her own way. She insisted and he didn’t argue since it helped to show she wasn’t out for a free ride or to bilk him. They’d exchanged numbers and had begun daily texting to each other. She’d sent a few photos so he’d know what she looked like and they were all very close to the creations she had made of herself on the AI platform. She was ginger, green eyes, athletic build a bit but very curvy. There was something in her eyes: something almost feral. It was like she knew she needed to be tamed.

He picked her up at the airport and found her easily coming down the escalator. She’d asked him what she should wear. He’d told her to give him option and he’d pick and that had pleased her. She was about 5’5″ with the pixie ginger hair. Her sweater was tight and it wasn’t hard to see she had nothing under it. It wasn’t cold in the airport but he knew she was also excited. The short, pleated skirt looked very good on her and she was getting plenty of stares from fellow passengers going down and up the escalator.

Her eyes scanned for him. He’d sent pictures of himself, too. It was only fair since she should know what she was or wasn’t getting in him. She hadn’t balked and had said nice things. Still, he felt like a Clydesdale next to a Thoroughbred when she began to walk towards him.

They exchanged pleasantries and he finally opened his arms to her as she crushed herself into him.

“Thank you, Sir.” She whispered in his ear.

“For?” He asked.

“Believing me…trusting me…letting me come to you…all of it.” She whispered and gently kissed his earlobe and sucked on it. She remembered it was a hot spot for him from their chats.

Jon growled softly and lightly smacked her bum. “Cheeky girl.”

She giggled. “Your cheeky girl, Sir. No underwear as promised, should I show you?”

He knew full well she’d do it in the middle of the airport. Instead, he shifted a little and snuck his hand up her skirt. “Ahhh…you’ve been letting it grow.” He pet her little patch of ginger hair…or what he believed would be ginger-colored.

“Of course, Sir. You told me to do that.” She gave him a slit-eyed look. “Rub me, please?” She begged in a harsh whisper.

He took his hand back before anyone noticed. “Not here, Girl. Let’s get your luggage.”

She’d only brought one suitcase because neither of them was sure where this would go. Jon knew where she wanted it to go. She’d assured him she left behind no family or obligations. She’d just graduated from college with an Arts degree. She’d worked her way through it by waitressing and yes, she’d been the type who allowed a smack here or pinch there if it got a better tip. The place had a bouncer in case someone went too far.

They drove to his place and he showed her where she’d be sleeping. She eyed it dubiously.

“But…I thought…” She began.

“That may be what happens but…you need and I want you to have a place you can go and lock the door to feel safe. I feel that’s important.” He told her.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you. I’d like to shower before…” She shrugged.

He nodded. They had agreed to begin in his Red Room soon after she arrived because they both knew the tension of waiting any longer would be detrimental to trying to act normal. As soon as he nodded, she began to strip so he didn’t feel the need to leave. He watched as she showed herself to him. She didn’t seem to have any nervousness about it at all. She’d explained in her world nudity was not such a deal as here and she’d been to nude beaches before.

“Turn for me.” He told her.

She smiled at him and obeyed with her arms out then stopped to face him as she lowered her arms to her sides. “Well?”

He gave her his best wolf smile. “I’ll expect you in the room in thirty minutes?” He asked.

She shook her head. “More like fifteen, Sir. I’m a little anxious.” She grinned.

He left and heard her start the shower. Taking his time, he went to his room and changed into comfortable clothes: a pair of old jeans and a white t-shirt. He stayed barefoot. Walking out, he went and opened the Red Room with his key. His maid wasn’t allowed in here so he had to keep it clean himself since he didn’t have a submissive lately to do it.

Going to the dresser, he got out a few toys he might want to use and moved the padded sawhorse around for a better angle. Taryn had never done bondage before but really wanted to try it. Jon felt the adrenaline begin to flow as he knew a dominant time was coming soon. It had been a while since he’d felt this drug of all drugs.

There as a soft knock at the door. “Sir?”

“Come in, Taryn.” He called to her.

She entered, nude and her skin was glowing from the fresh showering. Her eyes were ablaze as she looked around at everything and then scanned the toys he’d gotten out. He stayed standing in the middle of the room to see what she would do.

Slowly, she padded to him then knelt before him and bowed her head. “I am yours, Sir. What would you like to do with me?”

…to be continued.