I Met Her at a Christmas Party
I Met Her at a Christmas Party
Sex Story Author: | jlnewhamp |
Sex Story Excerpt: | I quickly regained my composure and continued the conversation that I was having. Her hand…her fingernails…at her own leisure, she |
Sex Story Category: | Anal |
Sex Story Tags: | Anal, BDSM, Discipline, Female Domination, Fiction, Girls domination, Spanking |
I met her at a Christmas party.
My husband and I were attending his companies Christmas party. Arriving at the home of the CEO, you couldn’t help but notice the magnitude of the house. The landscaping was majestic in size…it was incredibly beautiful. Off from the driveway, you couldn’t help but notice the tennis courts, a putting green, hot tubs…swimming pools with fountains and waterfalls. When we first stepped into the home…the first thing that I thought of was, this is the reason you play the lottery. I had to admit, the home was very spacious and elegant.
My husband was a new employee and so, up to this point, we hadn’t done much socializing. Those that were in attendance; I didn’t know a soul. And so, my husband and I began to mingle. Whenever my husband would recognize someone, the introductions were made…in time, I was feeling very comfortable, and the food was simply fantastic!
The title of this story is: I met her at a Christmas party. My husband wasn’t present when the introduction was made. He had excused himself; he had to pee. And so, I recall standing with a glass of wine in my hand…aside from smiling at those that passed me, I was taking in the beauty of the room that I was standing in.
She approached me from behind. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Instinctively, I turned in her direction and I was greeted by a woman that I had never seen before. She was strikingly beautiful…she was wearing exquisitely tailored clothes; I guessed that she was a wife of an executive. I was in the midst of greeting her, introducing myself to her…when suddenly; she put her finger to my lips. I instantly became quiet.
I was immediately stricken by her commanding presence. My mind was searching for a name…had my husband introduced me to her? My mind though, was a blank. “Your husband wanted me to let you know…that for the rest of the weekend; I own you.”
Her voice had been crystal clear…not harsh or cold. She portrayed such confidence. “Where…where is my husband?” I asked.
In one quick moment, my mind began to travel in circles, confusion had settled in…my husband was loaning me out? I started to look in every direction, I felt his presence…it’s as if I could sense that he was watching me.
A few moments after our initial introduction, I came to the understanding that this woman was in upper management…if she had mentioned her name; I quickly forgot it. I remember her saying that she was married…I stood facing her, star-struck, my heart was beating a mile a minute…and I quickly came to the understanding that this woman was quite brilliant…very beautiful…brilliant, married and gorgeous.
“Steven has been planning this moment for you.” My eyes were blinking as she spoke…she knew my husband’s name. “You’re going to serve me in an unconditional way. If you choose to mis-behave, you will be severely punished.” Her long fingernails were painted red…she caressed the side of my face; her fingernails touched my lower lip. “Does Steven own you?”
I could only nod my head up and down. “You will speak to me in a polite and respectful way.” A moment went by and then she said, “I do not like having to repeat a question. Does Steven own you?”
Shaking the cobwebs from my brain, I heard myself say, “Yes Maam…he does.”
“Stay in my shadow for the remainder of the evening.” And with those words spoken, she moved towards the guests that were idly talking together.
I can recall those first few steps…it’s as if a ball and chain had been attached to my ankles. Again, my mind was traveling in circles. I was aware that I was following her…questioning the reasons as to why I was allowing myself to follow her. With every step taken, I was stealing glances, trying to locate my husband…to get some sort of clarification from him. What was her name? What did she mean by ownership? She had mentioned the department that she worked in, and yet; I forgot that bit of information. She spoke to the guests with such ease…as for myself, I remained behind her…it’s as if I became irrelevant; she didn’t introduce me to anyone. Too, no one asked who I was.
As the evening progressed, I remained close to her side…the brilliant factor of her personality was becoming visible. She spoke with such clarity…I sensed that she was very intelligent. At one point during the evening, she pulled me aside to a table filled with people. She knew them all…my heart was filled with such joy; she introduced me to everyone at the table.
Two men who were seated got up and asked if we would like to sit. “Thank you so much for allowing us to join you, we’ve been standing most of the evening,” this mysterious woman said graciously.
“Not at all,” an older grey-haired man responded.
And so, we began to engage ourselves in polite talk. I was trying to do so many things at once. Stealing glances around the room; I was still trying to locate my husband. It was difficult to carry on a conversation without knowing where he was. And of course, this mysterious woman that was seated next to me…the message that she had conveyed to me; I was confused, frustrated and yet, aroused. At one point…I was in mid-sentence talking to someone…this woman reached beneath the table; she gently had placed her hand on my thigh. If it wasn’t for the tablecloth…everyone seated around the table would have notice her bold move. My heart skipped a beat.
Her hand had felt like a jolt of electricity; I involuntarily drew in a brief gasp. Looking in her direction, her demeanor remained calm; she was very much in control. She continued to carry on a conversation with someone across the table.
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