After dipping my toes in the online BDSM world for a couple of years, I decided I wanted more than virtual play partners. So I began to network in earnest — basically like what you would do at a job fair or trade show, but with the intention of finding myself a real dominant who wanted to go deep with me. I wanted my first serious experience in the realm of kink to be not only red hot, but also open the door to new personal possibilities. Sure, I was nervous — as many new subs are — but my eagerness and excitement outweighed any anxiety. I knew I was ready. I wanted to be vulnerable; I wanted to surrender.    

At the time, I was going on 25. I lacked relationship experience, but my job definitely made up the difference in my life. My substantial salary allowed me to play hard when I was done working. There were lots of long days. But who needs sleep? After one particularly stressful day, I decided to cruise a few lesbian bars in the city, even though I knew I’d encounter a mostly vanilla crowd.

During a recent business trip, I had hooked up with a cute blonde barista. I loved it and was definitely feeling my bi-curious side growing more pronounced. But it hadn’t occurred to me that the universe was actually telling me I needed a domme instead of a dominant.

I stepped into a martini lounge favored by the city’s sapphic citizens and surveyed the room. I wore a strapless knee-length cocktail dress that showcased my legs. I didn’t even make it to the bar before a purple-haired beauty approached me and asked, “Are you here with anyone?”

“Not yet,” I told her.

“I’m Ana,” she said, extending her hand. I clasped it with one of my own and gave it a flirty squeeze as I introduced myself.

“Nice to meet you, Emmy,” my new acquaintance replied. “Let me get you a drink.”

Ana wore an off-the-shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and spike-heeled ankle boots. Her violet hair wasn’t exactly a punk look; it was more pastel goth with a pinup vibe. If life were a noir film, Ana would be a ’40s-inspired vamp with a decidedly modern edge.

After around an hour of small talk — and a few rounds of cocktails — things were definitely heating up. We were sitting next to each other at a corner table, laughing and flirting, and then I felt Ana’s hand stroking my thigh.

“I’m getting the impression you’d like to have some fun tonight,” she said. “Am I being too forward — or am I correct?”

I laughed nervously and told her, “I like it when people are forward. I would like some fun. I’m glad you brought it up.”

Under the table, her hand dipped beneath my dress.

“Well,” Ana said, “I’m pleased you feel that way. I’m very, very forward. In fact, I like giving orders.”

I couldn’t hide my ecstatic reaction, and Ana smirked as she registered my look of unabashed enthusiasm.

Leaning closer, she whispered, “I’m happy you’re so receptive.”

“I am,” I confessed breathlessly.

“Downstairs there’s a single-occupancy washroom. We’re going to get up and go there now,” she instructed. “You’re going to walk in front of me, but I will direct you. Is that clear?”

Grabbing my purse, I stood and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” Ana answered. “Eyes forward, head up. Now go!”

I made my way through the bar, half expecting people to stop and stare at us, but no one did. Ana’s left hand rested squarely in the middle of my back. That subtle gesture of possessiveness sent anticipatory goose bumps down my spine and chilly pings to both of my nipples.

I was hers.

We made it to the bathroom. Much to my pleasant surprise, it was hardly a sad single-person toilet stall. Rather, this was a well-appointed room with a blush velvet couch, a huge makeup vanity and a beautiful glass washbowl sink. A toilet and a bidet were off to the side, but it felt like a master suite — minus the bedroom.

Ana locked the door behind us and said, “Let’s not waste any time. Put both hands on the wall and spread your legs.”

“Are you going to frisk me?” I asked jokingly.

“Don’t be such a smart-ass,” Ana said, administering a corrective slap to my bottom. “Go on,” she added firmly without raising her voice.

My mind had been racing in a million directions at 1,000 miles an hour. But when she slapped me and reiterated her order, the universe slowed to a crawl. I took a deep breath and did as Ana had instructed.

Once I had assumed the position, she stepped behind me as if she were inspecting me. And then without warning, she hiked up my dress and yanked down my lace thong panties. She helped me step out of them and then tossed them aside.

“Stay focused,” Ana instructed. “I’m going to warm you up.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, looking over my shoulder. “I’m new to this.”

“I’m going to get your juices going, and then we’ll see what happens,” Ana said. “Do you like being spanked?”

I blushed and said, “I think I do.”

“Excellent,” Ana said, giving me another slap on my rear. Then she pulled down the top of my dress and cupped my tits with her cool hands. I shivered as she licked my neck and whispered in my ear, “Do you like having your nipples pinched?” I groaned in response, and Ana gave each of my nipples a sharp tweak. She continued, “And I bet you love being fucked.”

“Oh yeah,” I moaned.

“You want to get fucked in your pussy?”

“Yes, please!” I begged.

“And what about your ass, hmm? You like being fucked there? Have you tried it?”

I felt my cheeks heating up, and I was sure I was blushing. I shyly answered, “Yes, I love getting my backdoor fucked.”

Ana gave my butt another swat and spread my ass cheeks wide for inspection. She said teasingly, “You have very nice little holes, and you’re so very wet.”

Her finger glided between my labia and tickled my clit, but only for a brief second, which left me in utter torment.

“Oh please,” I moaned.

“Please what?”

“Please,” I pleaded, exhaling and feeling a combination of vulnerability and lust hit me at once. “I really need to come.”

“I bet you do,” Anna whispered in my ear. She pinched my nipples again and added, “But you’ll fucking do it on my timeline. Is that clear?”

I nodded. As much as I craved my release, I also wanted badly to be a good girl and obey her. Our little scene was the hottest thing I’d ever done.

I heard a buzz and briefly looked back to see Ana holding a small vibe that she must’ve pulled from her purse. She teased my slit with the toy and glided forward until she nudged my clit, making me cry out and rise on my tiptoes.

Ana slapped my ass again and demanded, “Stay focused. Keep your position. No moving without permission.”

I moaned and tried to obey, but as she continued to tease me and the pleasure kept building, it was definitely no small feat to remain still. She had to correct me several times, which made my predicament even hotter.

“I think you need a firmer hand,” Ana said. “You’re like a little cat in heat.”

I snuck another quick look at Ana and saw her pull a latex glove and a small tube of lube from her purse. She made a show of putting on the exam glove and coating her fingers with goo.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, even though it was pretty obvious.

“I’m going to get a handle on you.”

With her non-gloved hand, she held the vibe at the ready. I gasped as I felt her lubed fingers poke and prod my hot pussy. She honed in on my entrance — and worked three fingers inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, wiggling my hips and loving the sensation of my muscles clenched around her digits.

“That’s a good little slut,” she hissed, while continuing to slide her fingers in and out of my snatch.

Next, she touched the buzzing vibrator to my clit. She finger-fucked me and teased me with the toy, and it didn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm building.

“Let’s see if you can take another finger. You want that,” she stated boldly.

“Oh yes!”

Ana pulled back. She removed her three digits and then slowly re-introduced every finger from her index to her pinkie, leaving her thumb to graze my asshole.

“You ready to come for me now?” Ana asked.

I nodded frantically and told her, “Please! Oh fuck — I need to come.”

No one had ever filled me up like that — nor did I ever imagine how pleasurable it could be!

“I want you to squirt for me,” she said. “I want to see a puddle on the floor when you’re done coming.”

I didn’t know if I could, but with Ana anything felt possible.

She brought the vibe back to my clit and turned up its speed. My knees buckled, but she persisted until my climax couldn’t be stopped.

As waves of pleasure overtook me, I felt my pussy spasm around Ana’s fingers. It was one of those orgasms that made my ears ring and caused me to see stars. Only after the fact did I notice the wetness coating my thighs and the tiny puddle of joy juice on the marble tile below.

“Good girl,” Ana said, withdrawing her hand and tossing the glove in a trash can.

Still panting, all I could do was smile. I cleaned up and straightened my clothes, so the only hint of our encounter that remained was my rosy post-orgasmic glow.

“Your cheeks look adorable flushed,” Ana said.

I felt suddenly shy, but I managed to step closer and give her a kiss.

She once again reached into her purse, but this time she pulled out a business card.

“I expect you to report to my dungeon at 7 p.m. sharp this Friday — if you’re interested,” she said.

“Oh, I am.”

“I expect you to return the favor — and then some.”

I knew that wouldn’t be a problem and told her so.

Without further ado, the purple-haired vixen exited the washroom. I was filled with renewed desire and anticipation. But there was something else, too — a feeling that I had finally arrived.