Starting From Scratch, Part One

He looked at his watch, took a sip of coffee, and looked at the door again. Ten more minutes, he decided, that would make it an even hour late, five thirty, then he would move on to something else. He flexed and stretched a bit in the booth, then looked back toward the door again just as she walked in. He knew it was her, from the clothes she had said she would be wearing, a simple gray skirt, white blouse, sensible shoes, and the gym bag she was carrying, to the worried look on her face, the look of someone who was late for an appointment. She looked around the diner quickly, spotted the secluded booth in the back, and quickly walked toward it.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” she began as she slid into the seat across the table from him. “My boss had something come up…”

“Let me see your cell phone,” he demanded, his voice flat as he leaned forward over the table and held his hand out toward her.

“Wha…My cell phone?” Puzzled, she fished it out of the holster hanging from the pocket of her skirt and passed it to him. “Why?” she asked.

He flipped the cell phone open and quickly found the list of the most recent numbers she had called. Scrolling down, he found his own cell phone number listed, fifth from the top, and highlighted it. As he showed her the list on the screen, he pressed the ‘call’ button, and a moment later his own cell phone chirped in his shirt pocket. He cancelled the call, flipped her phone closed, and handed it back to her. “That’s all you would have had to do to let me know you were going to be late,” he said curtly.

“I…It just…” she began.

“Excuses don’t matter,” he cut her off. “What matters, if you really want to do this, is that you do what I tell you, when I tell you, no questions asked, and no excuses. If you can’t do that, then walk away now. Do you still want to go through with it?”

Before she could answer, a waitress appeared at the booth, asking if he would like a fresh cup of coffee and if she would like anything. The waitress seemed to be looking her over closely, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable, but she ordered some grapefruit juice as he let the waitress refill his coffee cup.

“Well, do you?” he asked as the waitress left to get her grapefruit juice. “I warn you, any time you displease me, there will be consequences. If you wish to walk away at any time, you are free to, but once we start, there are no refunds.”

She considered it for a moment. She really wanted this, to learn how to be completely subservient to her man, but had never quite been able to. A virgin, she had resisted all her mans advances, anything beyond a simple kiss, and he had respected that, so far. She had discovered he was having sex with several other women on the side instead, and there had been a fight, and he had given her an ultimatum, get over her prudishness and become the slut-slave he wanted, or they could go no further. He had heard this man could teach her, and was very good at it, and sent her to him for ‘training’. Still, to completely give herself over to a stranger, even temporarily…

“Yes,” she finally replied. “It’s what I want.”

“All right, then,” he said, as he pulled a small leather bound notepad from an inside jacket pocket. He flipped it open and scanned his notes briefly, then looked at her. “A virgin?” he asked.

She looked down, almost embarrassed. “Well, yes, I suppose…” she began.

“What have you done?” he asked.

“Uh, I’ve, um, well, nothing, really…Not yet anyway…”

The waitress returned and set her glass of juice in front of her and asked if they would like anything else. They both said no, and the waitress left them to go check on another table at the front of the diner.

“Why come to me, then?”

She shifted uneasily in her seat and took a sip of grapefruit juice. “He, he’s very experienced…” she began, “And I, well, I love him, but I just can’t seem to, to, well, be the kind of woman he wants me to be…”

“His total slave, doing whatever he wishes?” He looked at his notes again. “Nothing really excessive here. Let’s see, light bondage, light discipline and pain, nothing excessive. Groups and gangbangs?” He looked over at her again. “You say you’re a virgin – you sure you want to lose it this way, rather than to your boyfriend?”

“He doesn’t want a virgin,” she replied, not looking up. “He wants a slut that will do whatever he asks. I want to be that slut.”

“Then why not give in to him, let him teach you himself?”

“I don’t know,” she said quietly. “I just, well, I wasn’t raised that way, I was taught that I should be a virgin when I married, that sex was for after the wedding. I just can’t seem to get past that…” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “I love him though, and I want to marry him, and I want to be the woman he wants me to be…I don’t want to disappoint him.”

“You know what he wants goes against everything you’ve been taught, and you want him anyway?” he asked incredulously. She nodded, silently, and he shook his in disbelief. “He must have really impressed you, then.”

She looked up, her eyes pleading. “He’s so strong and dominant, and experienced, and, just, he’s been so gentle and kind and patient, and I really love him,” she said. “I want to do this for him, for us…”

“Very well,” he said as he sipped his coffee. “For being late and not letting me know, I think you ought to suck my cock.” He leaned back in his seat, and it took a moment for the implication to sink in.

“Here?” she asked incredulously. “Now?”

“Absolutely,” he grinned. “Didn’t we just go over that?” She looked around nervously, and he told her, “What I say, when I say, remember? These are new pants, by the way, do try not to stain them.” She hesitated a moment, then her eyes met his piercing gaze and she slid down in her seat, lowering herself beneath the table.

I must be crazy, she thought as she unzipped his fly and reached inside for his cock. It was already stiff and she had to manipulate it to get it out, then it was free, standing erect outside his pants, and she considered it again as she stroked it a few times, watching the drop of pre-cum build up at the tip. This is nuts, doing something like this in a public place, she thought. What if the waitress comes back?

“Well?” she heard him say as one of his hands reached below the table and brushed her cheek. “Lick it, run your tongue across the tip of it and lick the pre-cum off…”

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, her tongue flicking out to lick away the pre-cum at the slit, and she felt his hand brush her hair, then come to rest on the back of her head. He gently pushed her head forward, her lips opening automatically as his cock entered her mouth, slipping past her lips and over her tongue, deeper, as he brought her mouth down on it. She gagged slightly as the head reached the back of her throat, and his gentle force became a bit more insistent as he shoved his cock deeper. She began to gag and sputter, and he released her head, letting her back off a bit.

“Now suck it,” he ordered from above. “In and out, there you go, take one hand and stroke it as you do…”

She complied, running her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, taking him as deep into her mouth as she could, her head bobbing up and down. He slid down a bit further into his seat, his hand just brushing her cheek now as he urged her on. “Mmmm, yeah, suck it good,” he ordered, “Take it all in your mouth and show me what you can do.”

She was sucking and stroking his cock, completely forgetting where they were, when she heard the waitress come back.