Xtasy - 2
I took a deep breath and collected myself a bit, and then I said, “OK … Thanks,” and smiled. She returned the smile, and said, again in her friendly, but serious tone, “So, Cherry… Let’s get to the point.” She paused and I nodded. She continued, “Your papers fell as you ran off to your desk after you almost crashed into me. I tried to catch up with you, but I only got as far as the reception by the time I saw you rushing off to your meeting. I left you the note and went back to my desk.” She paused, as if in thought, then continued, “I have to admit that I’m nosy, and,” she smiled, “imagine my surprise when I saw all that pornography.” “Uh … Yeah … I can imagine,” I said sardonically. She gave me a sly look. “I thought I’d noticed a hard-on in your pants when you left the restroom.” I looked down and groaned to myself. This is embarrassing, albeit quite exciting. “Being curious and nosy, I took your pornography to the rest room myself and I read through it.” She reached in her bag and pulled out a folder. “I like this stuff, Cherry. You have good taste.” I nervously looked down and thanked her. Did she masturbate in the bathroom like me? Did she just go there for privacy? Did she like the porn for literary reasons, or was it sexually exciting to her? These and other questions raced through my mind. My thoughts were interrupted as she continued, “So, did you write those stories?” “Yes, I did. Three of them” I nervously fidgeted around. “Are they autobiographical?” I groaned again. This was so very difficult. But this looked like it was leading to something quite interesting, so I pressed on. “Well … Not really … I mean, they aren’t based on anything that really happened. They’re … They’re fantasies … You know, wishful thinking.” I was pained to think that I was insecure that I had no real sexual experiences to match up my fantasies. I was pained all the more because she now could infer that I probably masturbated to the porn, too. She looked at me for a moment as if sizing me up, and then said, “I was hoping that you’d say that, Cherry.” I looked up at her quizzically, and she continued. “You know, about your wishful thinking.” She paused for a moment and gave me a meaningful gaze and said, “You see, Cherry, I like men like you.” “Oh?” I said hopefully but also suspiciously. “Yes, Cherry. I do.” Her demeanor was totally serious. “I can tell from this stuff …” motioning to the folder, “… That you probably could really appreciate a woman like me.” I was quite happy about how things were working out. This sure as hell looked like she was going to offer herself to me sexually, but I still was trying to not let my hopes get too high. Plus, I was so damn nervous and embarrassed. “Uh, well, I … I mean, well, I do appreciate you, uh, but … But, like … Like what do you mean, exactly?” She laughed again. “I mean, Cherry that your taste in porn shows me the kinds of things you like, and I like them too.” “You mean,” I said slowly, “my taste in porn makes you want to … Uh …” “Makes me want to seduce you? Most certainly. I like seducing men who fantasize about being dominated.” She stared intently at me as I nervously looked down and tried to figure out what to say. “You’re not going to deny that you’d like me to dominate you, are you, Cherry?” “Well …” “Cherry, c’mon. Look almost all your porn … No, I think all of porn has to do with men being seduced, men being dominated, men being made to do things. This is true both about the stuff you cut out of the Human Digest and of your own fantasies, which you yourself have just told me are a product of wishful thinking.” I felt trapped. This was shaping up to be a fulfillment of the very fantasies she was referring to, but I was scared as hell. On the other hand, I had to keep going … I wanted this to continue. “OK … You’re right. Yes … I do like … Like to be … Like for the woman to be … Be strong and … And … OK, yes, and dominant.” She nodded with a triumphant expression, and I continued, “But being dominated … I mean, I like it … Sort of … I mean, well, it’s not so simple.” I looked at her pleadingly, but she didn’t let me off the hook. “So why don’t you explain it to me, Cherry? Tell me how you want me to dominate you.” I groaned and must have looked annoyed, because before I could get out an answer, she said, “If this is too much for you, we can just leave.” I looked up at her. She was serious, but not angry. It was really happening, right out of my fantasy! I was being seduced by a dominant woman. “No … I do want to continue.” “Are you sure?” I thought about it for a second … What a shmuck I am! I almost blew this opportunity. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m absolutely certain.” I looked at her expectantly. She smiled and nodded reassuringly. “Good. I want it too, Cherry.” She looked at me with a sexy expression for a moment or two, and then she got a bit more serious again and said, “So I know this is difficult, but this really isn’t going to work unless you can tell me how you’d like me to dominate you.” I sighed, but nodded in acknowledgement. “OK, but please bear with me if I falter or get nervous. I’ll eventually manage to get it all out.” “Certainly, Cherry. Say it any way you need to. I’ll be patient.” She gave me another sexy, reassuring smile. “Alright. It’s like, I don’t … I don’t want the ‘Mistress’ kind of stuff with pain and humiliation and force or anything. I like a ‘gentler, kinder’ kind of domination.” She laughed. I felt a bit more at ease after my joke and pressed on. “You know, the woman being in control …” She interrupted. “Not ‘the woman’, but me, right now.” She gave me another sexy look. “Go on.” I smiled and shook my head in near disbelief.