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Subject: {ASSM} Dinner and Then Some  chapter 7
Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 17:10:06 -0400
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Dinner and Then Some
By Guess and Paris Waterman
Copyright 2002


Chapter Seven 
As the next few days passed, Leigh began to fret more and more over
the possibility she might cheat on Michael. She became nervous and
irritated. When Wednesday afternoon rolled around Leigh was beside
herself.

Then Gabby called and pestered her once again about calling him. Leigh
remained ripped into her.

"Goddamnit Gabby, I told you to leave me alone on this. If you need to
get laid call an escort service, but for Christ's sake leave me the
hell alone!"

"Menstruating are we?" Gabby shot back, unperturbed by her friend's
anger. This helped Leigh recover. She was already full of regret over
berating Gabby. 'What the hell was wrong with her anyway?' Still,
Leigh remained adamant and held her position, refusing Gabby's
unrequested advice.

"Gabby . . . if I've told you once, I've told you . . ."

"Darling, you're not listening. This is fate. This is Kismet. You
simply have to call if only to find out if he would see you."

"And why wouldn't he see me if I called him? He did give me his
number," she said trying to hold her temper in check.

"You don't really know that."

"I've never cheated on Michael, Gabby and I don't intend to start
now."

"Ahhh, but you're missing all the fun."

"I'm a happy person right now, Gabby."

"Hmmmph, are you sure of that?"

"Whatever do you mean by that remark? I don't think it justified."

"It . . . it's hard to describe."

"What is?"

"The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of meeting someone new. The
chase, the capture, the surrender to a new lover."

"You make it sound like a romance novel, but even more trashy."

Gabby laughed. "Trashy? That's funny. It's hardly trashy. After you've
met, the electrifying energy your body produces between meetings is .
. . uh, I can't describe it."

"All you'll think about is your next time with him. It's fabulous."

"But what about Michael?" Leigh asked and realized that she was caving
in.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Gabby purred.

"How can I possibly find the time to get away long enough to have an
affair?"

"Ever heard of an afternoon's delight?"

"Get real Gabby."

"Not kidding Leigh. Honest. It's doable, believe me. I . . .I, I'm
seeing someone this afternoon myself. Perhaps that's why I'm so . . .
persistent that you try it too."

"Oh, it is a case of misery loves company?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I just thought you'd like to share in the
excitement of it all. And he sounds so mysterious . . ."

"Gabby, listen to me," she said. "For once and for all, I'm not going
to make that call. Do you understand?"

A deflated Gabby somberly replied. "Yes, Leigh. I do," and without
saying goodbye, hung up.

But, things change. That evening Michael told Leigh he had a business
trip scheduled for two weeks and that he had to leave on Sunday. From
that moment on, she couldn't get 'Banning' out of her mind. He became
an itch she had to scratch. It became worse after Michael left for the
airport. She took a bath and masturbated. It was a short interval
before her 'itch' returned. Rooting through her dresser, Leigh found a
dildo she hadn't used for several years and climbing into bed used it
ruthlessly on herself. The tantalizing tingling returned minutes after
she finished and lay wantonly across the bed sated but still hungering
for more. She tossed and turned without sleep for most of the night
and was exhausted when the alarm erupted at seven a.m. Leigh took a
long cold shower and gave in when the insatiable itch returned as she
made coffee. Still nude she searched for the card and called him.

A tremor passed through her legs when he answered on the third ring. 

"Hello?"

"Hello. You . . . you probably don't remember me . . ." she began.

"But I do. You're the woman from the restaurant, who kept peeking at
us.

"I . . . I'm sorry about . . ."

"Don't be. It was deliberate on our part."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I'm recruiting a new lover and that's one method I use to
attract them. Are you interested?"

"I . . .don't know."

"We should meet."

"That's what I was calling . . ."

"I know. "Shall we say, Applebee's on Meister Street?"

"That's good, yes. When?"

"Tonight at seven."

"Tonight?"

"Is that a problem?" The place is crowded, very public. If you're
concerned about your safety . . ."

"No, no, that's good. I . . . it's just . . . it's so soon." Leigh
punched her thigh at her nauseating behavior. 'Get on with it,' she
scolded herself.

"The sooner we meet the better, he said smoothly, and Leigh felt her
knees beginning to cave as his honey coated words swept over her.

"Will your husband know you're going?"

"No." Her voice was dry. Grabbing her coffee cup, she scalded her
throat and began coughing.

"Are you all right?" He asked sounding concerned.

"Uh . . . yes, yes. I swallowed some coffee . . . went down the wrong
way. Sorry."

"Oh, I've done that myself. So your husband won't be aware of . . .
our activity."

"No."

"That's probably for the best."

"He's on a business trip," Leigh was quick to add.

"Ahh, while the cat's away . . ."

"Don't be nasty."

"You're right," he laughed and sent a chill down her spinal column.
"I'll save the . . . nasty for later."

She laughed nervously. "I'll bet you will. Oh, by the way, what is
your name?"

"My name is Roden, David Roden. And yours?"

"Leigh. Leigh . . . perhaps I'll hold onto my last name for a while."

"As you wish . . . Mrs. Hepner."

Leigh was stunned. He knew her name!

"How did you?"

"I simply asked the server after giving her a generous tip. She got it
from your husband's credit card slip."

Leigh bit her tongue in frustration.

"Was that your wife with you?" She asked, just to say something that
wasn't inane.

"Greta?" He laughed. "Hardly. She's my slave."

Leigh's intake of breath was discernible over the phone.

"You didn't know that?"

"I . . . I . . ."

"Come on Leigh, the collar, the way she acted, all those shenanigans
at the table."

"She . . . was very submissive, I know, but . . ."

"We'll discuss the subject this evening, but I should tell you right
now, you are a very good candidate for becoming another slave of
mine."

"What!"

"Oh, yes. You have many characteristics of wanting to be dominated,
but let's save that for later shall we?"

Silence

"We are still on for this evening aren't we?"

Leigh waited a long time before responding in a soft quiet, bearly
audible voice, "Yes, we are."

"Good I'm looking forward to really meeting you. Good bye." She stood
in the kitchen for several minutes shaking and thinking about the
giant step she'd just taken. Then carefully dressed and called Gabby.
It was short and to the point. To Leigh's surprise, Gabby was casual
about the whole thing only asking, well demanding was more like it, to
hear details, details, details, afterward.

Leigh made several more calls before setting out to the hairdresser's
to have her legs waxed and her hair cut. The spa could work her in a
little later in the afternoon and Leigh was humming happily as she
left the house. 'This cheating seems like such fun,' she thought as
she backed the car out of the garage.

***

Leigh arrived at Applebee's promptly at seven and found him waiting
for her. He wore a cashmere sports jacket and dark brown slacks with a
crease that might draw blood if bumped against.

'Just like the other place,' she thought as he waved to her, 'only
he's waiting for me.'

Putting a wane smile on her face, Leigh greeted David. "Hello," she
said, discovering that she was suddenly pleased her voice hadn't
faltered.

David rose and helped her sit --- yet another surprise.

"Thank you," she smiled as her confidence started to return. 'At least
he's well mannered,' she thought as she sat down at the table.

"You're welcome," he said, but failed to smile. His eyes were riveted
upon her, not unlike a hawk gazing down upon a chicken.

A waitress came and took their orders, promising to get right back
with the drinks.

Leigh took a deep breath and asked, "So what have you got in mind for
me this evening?"

David grinned roguishly, "In due course lovely lady, in due course.
Perhaps we should get to know one another first."

"You seem to know a great deal about me already. Why don't we talk
about you first?"

"Fine. What would you like to know?"

Leigh's jaw dropped. 'Would it that easy?' She wondered. Just then the
waitress arrived with their drinks, a martini for David and a glass of
white wine for her. Leigh emptied two generous glasses of wine before
the food had even arrived, spending most of the time telling David how
much she loved her husband. Throughout her discourse, he nodded his
understandingly.

The food came with Leigh's third glass of wine. "I'm awfully thirsty
aren't I?" she said nervously.

He reached across the table, took her hand in his and gently stroked
it.

"What would you like to know?" David repeated.

"That . . . that performance you put on the other night."

"Yes?"

"Was that . . . typical?"

"No. It was the exception. You must realize to do that every time out
would attract . . . a certain type of attention that would bring
unwanted attention to me and my . . . friends."

She nodded.

"And," he continued "to answer your next question. I got the distinct
impression that you were bored with your husband and interested in our
little interplay."

"Oh, really!"

"Don't get heated up now," he said in a cautionary manner, then smiled
confidently and added, "You were paying far more attention to us than
to him and he brought you there. Be honest, you hardly heard a word he
said all evening."

"That's true," Leigh ruefully admitted. "But it was because I'd never
seen anything like what you two were doing and I got so . . ."

"Hot?"

"Yes, if you must know. Watching the two of you having sex in front of
me did get me aroused."

"I'm glad you're honest about it. So I'll be candid with you. Greta
gets off doing . . . certain things in public. I'm sure you've heard
of people like that."

"Of course I have."

"But you seemed to be getting into it with us. I was tempted to send
Greta into the ladies room after you, but she tends to get carried
away and just might have frightened you off."

"Thank you for not doing that."

"Ah you're smiling. Good," he rubbed her hand in his.

"It's just that . . . I wasn't in the mood for any lesbian activities
that evening."

"So . . . " he paused for a moment. "You don't rule bisexual
activities out then?"

"No," she said. She hadn't thought she'd be so forthcoming with him
and felt herself blushing.

"Honesty is very good," he said, looking into her eyes, "especially
this early in our relationship."

"I'd hardly call this a relationship."

"What is it then? You're a married woman. Your husband is out of town
and you're here with me."

"Curiosity."

"That's what killed the cat."

"I'm not a cat."

"But you've got a hot pussy."

"Damn you!" Leigh hissed sharply and stood up; more angry with herself
then with him. Still with venom in her voice Leigh spat out, "I've had
it with you. I'm leaving!"

"Sit down," his voice was low, but deadly serious and she realized he
could very well be dangerous. Reluctantly she slowly she resumed her
seat.

"You have got a hot pussy. Admit it. That's why you're here. Perhaps
you've always felt somewhat guilty about sex."

"I've never . . . felt guilty about sex," Leigh stated firmly through
clenched teeth. `God,' she thought, `he could be such a bastard, but .
. .'

"Or that there's a void in your sex life." David continued as if she
hadn't spoken. "And you're looking for another kind of sexual
fulfillment."

"That's crazy!"

"Is it? Becoming a slave opens up a whole world of new experiences to
you. Obviously your love life hasn't or isn't working out that well.
And don't give me that petulant look either. You are here with me.
Perhaps it's time you tried something different."

Leigh couldn't look him in the eye and stared at the table. "I will
say," she paused, "I find myself interested, but can't conceive of
myself getting involved in anything like that. After all, I have my
marriage to think of."

"Of course you do. Whatever we get into will be kept perfectly
private."

"What about Greta?"

"She is my slave. She trusts me and will do as I say in all things."

This mollified her and after a moment she looked him in the eye.
"David?" He smiled at her and she liked it, perhaps a little too much.

"Yes Leigh?"

It's getting late and it looks like they want to close, shall we
leave?"

He glanced around and saw that she was right. The waitress was
hovering nearby waiting for them to settle the bill.

"Yes it is." He reached for his billfold and dropped forty dollars on
the table. "Will that cover everything? He asked pleasantly.

"Yes sir," The waitress said sweetly, "Thank you very much and have a
good evening."

***

Outside in the parking lot they stood looking at each other apparently
at a loss for words. Leigh's nerve got the better of her and she began
opening and closing her purse.

"Stop that," David said tersely.

Leigh tucked the bag under her arm. "Where do we go from here?" She
asked, looking down at her shoes.

"Let's get in my car and drive to the park. It's just four or five
blocks south of us."

"All right," she said demurely and walked toward his car.

Minutes later they'd parked and David rolled his window down and a
cool breeze wafted through the car. "Okay," he said, "so, fire away.
What do you want to ask me?"

"Why don't you just tell me what you're into? You mentioned trust."

He clasped his hands behind his head and waited.

Leigh couldn't take the silence and began talking rapidly. "Well, how
do I know I can trust you? I mean, I'm what you'd probably call a
little kinky, but that doesn't mean I want to get raped. I like the
idea, or the concept of submission, but . . ."

David placed his hands in his lap. "Leigh, power issues are so much
more complex than you think they are."

"Oh?"

"It's more about knowing your limits and exploring them, not a
complete surrender and in order to reach even the first plateau a
level of trust is required. Your partner must stop if and when you
give them the safe word."

"Safe word?"

"Kind of a code, or signal. Like using the word 'yellow' as the safe
word. When your partner hears that word, they stop what they are doing
and release you. There are no ifs involved. A safe word is inviolate,
it must be complied with, or your partner is committing a crime.

"Uh huh."

"As I've told you, you have to trust the person completely, because in
order to get anything out of it, you have to totally let yourself go.
Imagine yourself as this helpless toy in someone else's hands. That
you exist solely for their pleasure, and they can do anything they
want to you. Allow yourself to wallow in this feeling of sexual
helplessness."

"Sexual helplessness?"

"Well, not just that. You have to understand that there has to be a
relationship in place before you get that far. The dominant and
submissive really have to know and understand each other. A good Dom
can string you along for hours, taking you to the brink repeatedly
until you're just this mass of over stimulated nerves, until you can't
differentiate pain and pleasure anymore. It's a high like nothing
else."

Leigh shifted uncomfortably, wondering when she'd been this turned on
by conversation.

"And . . ." she managed to blurt out, "you get off on this too?"

"We both . . .get off. Yes."

He smiled at her and touched her shoulder. She didn't flinch, but
yearned for him to continue touching her. "Tell me how you think your
first scene will go?" He said with some tenderness and Leigh felt
herself beginning to thaw.

"I don't understand," she said finding herself staring into his deep
black eyes.

"What do you envision happening between us the first time?"

"Oh! I . . . I" 

"Sex, of course. Right?"

"I . . . yes."

"But what kind of sex?"

"I don't . . ."

"You do know!" David said, not unkindly. "Leigh you do know, it's just
that you haven't admitted to yourself what it is you want to do with
me."

There was a short silence and then Leigh, looking down at her hands,
spoke. "Perhaps . . . perhaps if you made a suggestion."

"I think you should go home," David replied.

"Oh?" She said looking up at him. She realized he was disappointed.

"I'll call you," he said.

"All right. Good night then." And she caught herself before leaning
forward to accept his kiss. Instead she held out her hand. David saw
something in her expression and he took her hand and held it tightly
in his.

"I've changed my mind," he said.

"Really? In what way?"

"This way," he said as he put his arm around her and directed her
unresisting body to his door, which he managed to open with one hand
and edged her into the back seat with the other.

"What?" Leigh felt herself grow giddy with the thought of his body on
hers in the back seat. `Just like a late date in high school,' she
told herself.

"I hate to waste a perfectly good evening," David said calmly,
climbing into the back with her.

"I don't understand," she said trying to convey a coyness she didn't
feel.

"You'll understand this," and pulled her across his lap and flipped up
her skirt exposing her red thong panties.

"Someone will see!" Leigh cried out in embarrassment.

"Now that's interesting. I would have thought you'd tell me to stop."

Chagrined with the truth in what he'd said, she squirmed around
futilely trying to free herself.

"From my perspective you've been a pain in the ass all night. So I
might as well demonstrate what that equates to," and he smacked her
sharply on the ass.

"No! Don't!"

He brought his hand down sharply on her barely covered ass.

"Ouch! You bastard. That hurt!"

"Did it?" And he smacked her again.

OWW!"

"It's supposed to Leigh, it's a spanking for Christ's sake." Leigh
thought he was disgusted with her and determined to settle down and
let him flail away at her behind.

"Is this more than you bargained for?" 

"N . . . no! It's . . . okay . . . I'm starting to like it."

"Liar!" He snarled and smacked her three more times, then pulled her
skirt back down and opened the car door for her. Leigh stumbled out
and stood next to the car waiting for his next move.

He surprised her, for after walking her to her car, he said quietly
and calmly, "Thank you, Leigh, I enjoyed meeting you and hope we can
do it again some night soon.

Flustered but finding herself highly aroused Leigh thought quickly and
said, "That was almost fun, David. But you're really leaving? What
happened to the rest of the bondage part where I get tied up and you
fuck my brains out?"

He looked at her and before he answered a furrow appeared on his
forehead. "I've got to think about it. You may not be a good subject
for it. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know."

As soon as she got home, a morose Leigh called Gabby and told her
everything that had happened. Gabby was intensely interested. "He
hiked your dress up and only spanked you?"

"It was my skirt, and yes that's all he did."

"Christ I'm hot just thinking about it," Gabby said with a rush.

"Well . . . so am I," Leigh added and then laughed at the futility of
it all.

"I thought . . ." she began, then paused. "I thought that after all
that soul searching I was going to get laid and laid good, but . . ."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I haven't decided," Leigh blithely lied. Truthfully she didn't know
what to do.

Gabby prattled on with what she thought was sage advice, but Leigh's
mind was moving to fast of its own accord to follow Gabby.

Eventually, the conversation died out hat and Leigh took a long shower
and went to bed, but not to sleep. 'Would he call?' She wondered. 'Had
she been too standoffish?' A wry smile crossed her face. 'No,' she
thought, he would call. 'The question was, what would she say?' When
Leigh got around to asking herself what she would wear, she smiled in
the darkened room and fell asleep. The itch had faded away.


I'd love to hear from some readers. the_panda@hotmail.com

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