In the end, though, I was greatly disappointed that he’d said no to sex, but that didn’t stop me from going home to find release on my own. I’d tried to force the issue, but again, ever so calmly he’d told me it wasn’t going to happen. I’d anticipated more punishment because I’d known I was breaking the rules by trying to get him to break his own restraint. None came, sadly.

I feared that he would restrict my release, tell me I couldn’t help myself, but he hadn’t and I wasn’t going to bring it up. I didn’t think even with his order I’d be strong enough to not do it, especially after all the yummy experiences that I had just been through.

When he said I could have two questions, I nearly jumped off the bed to do a happy dance. I didn’t think it was fair for this man to want to know so much about me, but not be willing to give something of himself in return. First things first, though— I had to know if why he didn’t want me to see him was because he was hiding something major, like a little wifey at home. After he said no, I debated with myself on how to phrase or even to ask the question that was on the tip of my tongue.

Finally, I knew I just had to say it. I had to at least ask. Gathering my nerves, I quickly spilled the question. “Why can’t I know your name?”

“It’s just a name. It’s a common name at that. It doesn’t define me. It doesn’t tell you anything about me, really. It is just a name.” He didn’t hesitate with his answer, as if he’d known that I was going to ask it all along.

“Then how will I know what to call you besides ‘sir’?” How would I talk about him to anyone if I didn’t have a name to give him without calling him “sir”? That would only make conversations awkward. Then again, maybe that was the point of not telling me his name.

“You can call me Master or Sir. If you absolutely must, you can call me Master J. And that was a third question, but I will allow it as it is something you should know.”

I could see the faintest outline of his body in the dark room. I’d felt how strong and hard his body was when I’d pressed against him. When my head had rested upon his chest, I’d felt the buttons of a dress shirt; that, along with the glimpse of his shiny shoes, told me he was dressed in business attire. Not that any of that would really make him stand out in a crowd if I were to run into him again. However, his voice, with the British accent and hard tone, most certainly would.

“Lie down,” he said and I did as he instructed, curious to see where things were headed. I had thought our time was coming to a close, but would be more than happy to stay for more. A soft chuckle caressed my senses before he told me to roll onto my stomach. “Lower your pants to just below your cheeks.”

Without a word, I quickly did so.

“I’m going to turn the lights up. Do you think you can control yourself and keep your eyes closed or do you need me to blindfold you?” As he spoke, I felt the bed shift as he stood.

“I will keep them closed, sir.” I already had them closed so all I had to do was resist the temptation to sneak a peek.

His footsteps drifted away, only to return.

There was a dim light behind my eyelids, but I kept them closed as I felt his hands glide over my skin.

“Just checking to make sure you are okay after taking a few taps from the crop,” he informed me. “You may stand and fix your pants. There is a spare shirt in the room you entered through, along with a note from me. Thank you for coming tonight.”

I lay still, unsure if I was actually supposed to get up or not. When I heard the click of a door closing, I knew that I was alone again. Rolling over, I sat up. My bottom wasn’t sore at all from the crop so I doubted there was much of anything for him to see, but it didn’t bother me one ounce to have his hands on me. Fixing my pants, I stood then walked back through the door I had come in through. I didn’t look around, didn’t care. I could tell he was gone, the room felt much emptier without him in it and there was nothing else that interested me. Folded neatly where the initial note had been were a button-down shirt and another note.

Setting the note aside, I pulled the shirt on, lifting it to my nose to breathe in his scent. It smelled just like him. Smiling as I buttoned it up, I thought of how swiftly things had changed. It hadn’t been so long since I’d walked into the room bound and determined to do things my way when it came to Master J. Snuggling the shirt that swallowed me, I enjoyed the comfort and security our time brought me even if I wasn’t that much more informed than when I’d arrived. At least I knew what was expected when we met, not to mention I felt the flutters in my stomach that normally came with meeting someone you were intensely interested in.

Picking up the note, I slipped my shoes on and sat on the small stool to read it.

Precious,

I hope you enjoyed our time together as much as I did.

When you are ready to submit to me again, call or text me.

Master J

Underneath his name his number was scrawled in the same masculine script as the rest of the note.

The ball was in my court, so to speak. The man continued to surprise me. Even with as dominant as he was, he left the option and decision up to me. It was ultimately my choice to contact him again or not. After everything I’d heard about the BDSM community and how controlling and abusive it was, I was having a hard time relating it to my experiences.

Collecting myself, I let myself out; thankfully, there wasn’t anyone else in the hallway and I was able to escape to my car without having to interact with anyone but the woman with my bag at the front. Once in my car I was tempted to pull out my phone and message him right away, but instead I forced myself to drive home. It was a small little house on the outskirts of town. Since I’d spent so much time at home instead of going out, I’d managed to save up a nice little stash and had only purchased it a few months prior.

Once there, I put my purse on the counter and pulled out my phone. Placing the note and my phone next to each other, I stared at the pair for a good long while as I debated on what I was going to do. Eventually, I couldn’t wait any more. Picking up my phone, I tapped out a quick message and sent it before heading off to get ready for bed. I stood in my room, looking at dresser where my pajamas were stored before deciding I was going to sleep in his shirt. No one would know. It was just me and it was surprisingly comforting having his scent with me. I did, however, kick off my pants and remove my bra to be more comfortable.

Walking back to the kitchen, I picked up my phone to find I had a return message.

My initial message was on top:

I had more fun than I expected and look forward to next time, Master.

In a gray bubble signaling his response was:

Oh to hear you call me in person.

I leave our next meeting date up to you.

Smiling, I knew he’d be surprised by the use of Master as I hadn’t called him that so far.

I won’t know until I double check my schedule at work.

A moment passed before his response popped up:

I’ll be waiting.

Taking my phone to my room, I plugged it in and tumbled into bed. Surrounded by his scent, the memories of the night flooded my mind causing me to get turned on again.

I tried to tell myself that I could simply roll over and ignore it. I didn’t have to give into the fiery hot desire throbbing through my body at the remembered sensations of Master’s swats on my ass or the feel of his arms wrapped around me. The more I tried not to give in, the more my body throbbed — the ache escalating.

Rolling to my back, a hand slipped under my panties before I even had time to think about it and angrily pushed my swollen clit around. The night played out over and over in my head as I continued to circle and bang against my clit. Even after twenty minutes of focusing on it, I couldn’t reach the peak I was craving. Sighing, I rolled over and threw open my drawer filled with toys. It only took a second to find my favorite vibrator. It slid right into my needy pussy when I pushed against my opening. Cranking up the vibrations, I returned to teasing my clit as I slid the thick toy in and out.