New beginnings...

The story of how I met Master J… Or the story of how a 51 year old pulled a 24 year old as he prefers to refer to it!! :-p

To take you right back to our first meeting, which was several weeks before we became an item, it was way back in October of last year. I was taking a break from the toil and trouble of office work and accounting after leaving my long-term temp job in the summer. So I was working in a bar a short drive from my house, in a student type area of the city.

It was in October, as I said, that a mysterious older gentleman came in for a few drinks on one of our non-student evenings. I say a non-student evening as I doubt he would have come in if it was one of our designated student nights! Lol. The bar is in an area with a few student bars around, so we all had a couple of dedicated student nights, with special drinks offers, and louder music, and then on some of the other nights, when the other bars had their more popular student nights, instead of competing for what is technically a large yet limited (and financially lacking) audience, we would quieten things down and tailor ourselves to the non-student area of the community. Frankly, I preferred these nights, quieter, less work, less guys making drunken passes at me, and frankly, better tips! Lol

Note – to the non UK readership who may not understand the British student culture – the legal drinking age in the UK is 18, and the 18-21 year old university students often just go to Uni to get drunk seven nights a week rather than do any study whatsoever. The bars then play to this with cheap (yet often watered down) drinks promotions to encourage them and the binge drinking culture of the country!

So, it was a quieter night, a Wednesday I am told, although I wouldn’t have remembered that myself (spankings for blogslut coming up very soon I think!! :-/ lol), and J came in for a drink with a couple of friends, and it didn’t take him long to notice the stunningly beautiful blonde bombshell behind the bar! ;-p Luckily, her shift finished soon after and mine started! Hehe.

But in all seriousness, he claims he noticed me and thought there was something about me in the early minutes of walking into the bar. He came up and chatted to me whilst ordering some drinks at some point, and amazingly I do actually remember chatting to him that first night, which is shocking as I’d meet dozens of people each night when working there. (Does that get me off the hook from my spankings? No? Good, I was looking forward to them!! ;-p hehe).

I remember him looking sexy and suave in his sophisticated way, wearing a nice suit, with a casual shirt and no tie. And I remember his confident demeanour. And more than all of that, probably why I remembered talking with him, I remember his polite and fairly intellectual small talk, I remember him making eye contact, and I remember him complimenting me without looking at my chest. He complimented my high heel footwear, saying something along the lines of “you’re on your feet all night and yet you still have the capacity to look great in heels. I like your style!” He grinned as he walked away with his drinks. His comment was certainly different to the usual comments I often got at the bar – and it got my submissive butterflies fluttering a little, I must admit, probably as the start of my submissive tendencies years previously is what drove me to wear heels on a much more regular basis. His comment must have struck a chord though, to the point where a while later, when I noticed their glasses getting empty, I walked over to their table – clicking in my heels – to take their next order and then to take their drinks over to them. That’s not really standard practice where I worked, unless it was very, very quiet.

After this, he became a more regular frequenter of the establishment. An evening or two during the quieter weekday periods, coming in every so often during the early afternoon for a spot of lunch. We often chatted during his visits, especially when it was quiet, during the daytime, or when he came in by himself and just sat at the bar for an hour or so. It was like dating without the dates!

We found ourselves getting along very well, not to mention flirting quite heavily with each other. And he always complimented me on how I looked, or the way I was dressed. And I very much enjoyed the attention from this older, sophisticated, confident, and genuinely sexy man. After a couple of weeks when we started to learn each others schedules – he knew when I’d be at work so he could time his visits to see me, and I began to learn which days he might come in – I started to dress my best on the off chance he may come in. My best high heel shoes, during our flirty chats he mentioned how he adored women in stockings, so they became a staple of my attire on days I may see him too (even though he may never know – it was just my little sexy secret!), my tops and skirts would be sexy but classy, and my hair and make up would be done to the best of my ability.

After quite a few weeks of flirting, we got to the point where we knew things might end up going farther, so our chats became a little more personal, he’d ask what I was wearing under my top and skirt, and I’d tell him, without lying as I’d generally be wearing sexy underwear – which I do when I’m around guys I like, even if I have no intention of letting them see it! He loved me telling him about my stockings.

He then asked me if I owned a pair of seamed stockings – I was still playing the coy, hard to get angle, so I didn’t give him a straight answer, but he knew the answer was yes. So he told me he’d be in the next evening, and that I should wear them for him. The fact he said “for him” drove me wild with a secret excitement. And needless to say, I did as he asked – yes, we weren’t even an item yet and I was dressing to his request… and loving it!

So that next evening, he came in for a drink as he said he would, and I was wearing my seams, as he knew I would be. As he ordered his drink, and I turned around to get a glass, he glanced down and noticed my legwear. As I turned back, he looked at me with a grin and asked if they were stockings. I replied “what do you think”. To which he then said he wouldn’t know until he saw proof. He stared at me as my heart began to pound in my chest, I knew what he wanted me to do. “Show me” he stated. I looked at him and looked down, then looked at him, then looked all around. I had on a tight fitting knee length skirt, so what he wanted wasn’t an easy task to do in a bar. I signalled him to come around the side where there were less people, and he did, and as we both got there, I hiked my skirt up a little to reveal some stocking top and a glimpse of thigh. He smiled his infectious smile and rhetorically said “beautiful… you are a good girl aren’t you?”

About an hour later he was heading off, but not before he had another little request for me. “I’ll be in for lunch on Sunday” he said. “Feels like a short black dress and fishnet stockings kind of day to me!” he didn’t let me respond, he just said goodbye and walked away.

The feeling of that day, wearing something at his request, and flashing my stocking tops to him, meant that there wasn’t any real doubt in my mind that I’d adhere to his request.

So on that Sunday, I wore a short button up dress with fishnet stockings to work, and awaited his arrival. Early afternoon he came in, with a friend, for lunch. They sat down at a table, and it was fairly quiet, so to avoid anybody else serving them, I made a beeline for their table. We smiled at each other, and he looked at my attire approvingly, but we didn’t particularly chat as his friend was there with him. After I’d been to their table a few times to take them their drinks and food orders, they’d finished and his friend got up to go to the facilities. He signalled me over, and our first flirty chat of the day began. He complimented my outfit, and asked if I’d prove my full adherement as I had done last time. I flashed him again, this time much easier with the shorter, looser skirt. He smiled his validating smile, and as he saw his friend returning, he just placed a business card on the table and said “let me know where to pick you up from tomorrow at 7”. He stood up and left with a smile as I smiled back and picked up his card.

His confidence and presumptuous nature could have been considered a turn off, but not in this instance, not with him, it just seemed fitting, it seemed right, and his gentle but dominant tone didn’t make it seem cocky or arrogant in any way whatsoever.

I waited until the early afternoon of the next day to contact him (I didn’t want to seem too eager) – a text message giving him my address to pick me up from. A text message returned from him. “Something tight and short, black stockings, your highest heels” was all it read. It was all he needed to say to be honest, he had me in the palm of his hand already. It was funny how we’d never outright discussed D/s things, we had skirted around the issue, but nevertheless, we both seemingly knew the direction our relationship would be heading down.

And without going into full details of every date we had since then – that is pretty much the story of how Master J and I met, and how our relationship came about. Quite shocking that it wasn;t through a web-site really, although maybe I’m just a lucky one, as my main two bdsm / D/s relationships/experiences have come via real-life meets that just developed that way. All my online experiences were short, and more play-like rather than relationship-like.

Take care everybody – and have a great weekend. :-)