tagBDSMMy Darkest Desires Ch. 01

My Darkest Desires Ch. 01

byAlwaysHisMuse©

It had been a long winter and it was finally starting to get warm, I grabbed a light jacket and decided to go for a walk in the park. I picked up my phone, turned the music on, plugged the headphones in and set off to the park.

A few people were walking around and most of the benches were empty, so I decided to sit for a bit and enjoy the scenery. I was leaning back against the bench with my eyes closed, it felt so good with the sun beaming down.

Something blocked the sun, casting a shadow over me. I opened my eyes and was startled when I saw a man standing in front of me. He was very handsome, at least six foot tall. He was wearing a black suit and tie, I could barely keep my eyes off him. I removed my headphones and asked how I could be of assistance.

He smiled and asked if he could join me.

I looked along the bench and said, "Yes."

He sat looking at me.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he said, "but I just took a chance, hoping you'd talk to me. I'd like to get to know you. My name is James."

"Do you always come up to strange women like this?" I asked.

He smirked. "Actually, no. This is the first time. Not to brag, but I always have girls trying to throw themselves at me and I saw an opportunity to meet a beautiful woman."

My face started to turn red at that, and I turned away from him. He reached over and gently took hold of my chin, guiding me to face him again. His eyes and smile were intoxicating. He cleared his throat and asked, "May I have the pleasure of your company at dinner tonight?"

I was speechless. I wasn't anything special, and I thought this guy could have just about any woman he wanted. Why me? I was dressed in an old pair of jeans, sweater, boots, and a jacket. I'm only five-foot-four inches and a hundred pounds.

"I gladly accept your invitation," I managed to tell him.

He asked me to write my address for him, so I did. He smiled at me, stood and leaned in to kiss my cheek. When he was upright he said, "I'll be by to pick you up at eight sharp. Be ready."

I smiled and nodded as he walked away.

I sat there amazed at what just happened. Realizing it was already a little after six, I quickly hurried home.

I took off my jacket when going into the bedroom and started rummaging through my clothes looking for something appropriate to wear. I chose a black pencil skirt that nearly reached my knees with a white blouse to go with it. Then, of course, I had to find my white lace bra and panties. I was nervous trying to pull myself together. I laid the clothes on my bed and went into the bathroom to shower.

Afterwards, I dried and dressed. I put on a pair of black heels and went downstairs. It was close to eight already and I had butterflies in my stomach.

At eight sharp, there was a knock on the door. I brushed my skirt down and opened the door. He was standing there in a different suit, but just as handsome. "You look absolutely beautiful," he said.

I blushed again. He took my arm as we left the house. He opened the car door for me, then got in and drove for about half-an-hour to a very nice restaurant. He pulled up and came around quickly to open my door, once again taking my arm as we walked inside.

He spoke to the host. We were then seated at a very nice private table in the corner. We talked through dinner about anything and everything. I felt very comfortable around him and really didn't want the night to end. After just over two hours of sitting, eating, and talking, he motioned for the waiter to settle the bill.

He then stood, extending his hand to me. I took his hand, stood, and we walked arm-in-arm out of the restaurant. His car was already waiting for us and he drove me back to my house. We sat for a minute, and then he asked if he could see me again.

I gave him my number and told him, "I'd like that very much."

He got out of the car, and opened my door, held my hand to help me out. He lightly hugged me and softly kissed my cheek.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," I said.

"It's been my pleasure to spend it with you," he said before getting back into his car and driving off.

I went into the house and sat on the sofa, kicked off my shoes, and smiled.

After a couple of days, I realized that I only know his first name. I have no way of contacting him. My mind has been on that evening ever since, and all I can do is sit and wait to hear from him. A week passed, and I heard nothing.


I'm sitting on my couch in my sweats and a t-shirt watching TV, when I hear a knock on the door. I walk over to the door while asking who's there. To my surprise I hear his voice saying, "It's James."

I get nervous and ask him to wait just a second. I rush to the mirror to take my hair down and do my best not to look so frazzled. I hurry back to the door. Unlocked it. As I open it and see him standing there looking so handsome, I can't help but smile. I move aside asking him to come in and make himself comfortable.

We sit on the sofa as you look over at me then ask, "Would you like to go out this evening, I'll give you time to prepare yourself?"

I smile as I say, "Yes, I'd love to."

I excuse myself to my room to get ready for another remarkable night.


Hurrying as fast as I can so not to have you waiting long for me. I quickly fix myself up, change into my black skirt and blouse, with red lace bra and panties. Walking back into the living room carrying my heels. You stand and walk over.

I can feel how nervous I've become and smile telling you, "I'm ready."

I lean down and put my shoes on.

You take my arm as we walk outside to your car. You help me inside, then you get in.


In the car we talk about our hobbies and all the different things we like.

I realize you have been driving for awhile and ask where we are heading tonight?

You look over and smile at me, telling me we're almost there.

We come upon a black gate surrounded by nothing but trees and flowers. The driveway takes a good five minutes to reach the end of it.

There sits this beautiful cabin with a wraparound porch. You pull up and we get out of the car. You take my arm as we walk to the door. Just as we reach it, it opens. A gentleman in a black suit greets us.


As we walk in, I can't help but look around. It's all wood, and extremely beautiful. The fireplace is in the living room, and there is a soft fur carpet in front of it.

The gentleman that greeted you speaks, and my attention is turned back to you. "Dinner is ready," he says.

We walk into the dining area. You pull out the chair next to the one at the head of the table, and I sit down. As you sit next to me, I stutter trying to speak. Before I can get a word out, you welcome me to your home.

"It's beautiful. I didn't know we were coming here for dinner though," I smiled and said feeling a little unsure.

Just then another gentleman brings dinner out to us and asked if we desired some wine. Before I could say anything, you picked up my glass and he filled both before he left the room.


We sat and ate dinner. Had just general conversation.

After we finished, a woman walked out and started to clean up the table.

You rose and extended your hand for me to take. I followed behind into the living room. You guided me to the sofa and sat in the chair next to me.

You could tell it was a little unnerving to me, being there. You looked over at me and asked, "Would you like to see the rest of the cabin?"

I looked at you and I shook my head, "Yes."

Following behind you as we walked through the house, I thought it was amazing. The second floor had a pool table, a bar, and a hot tub on the deck outside.

We walked to the basement and there was an indoor pool with lounge chairs, and a door that led to the other half of the basement. I looked over at it. You said, "It isn't finished yet."


We went back upstairs, and I asked to use the restroom. We walked down a hallway to an open door. The tub was separate from the shower. The shower had three shower heads around the walls. I closed the door and stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes collecting my thoughts.


I walked back to the living room and the fire was lit, soft music was playing, and you were sitting in the chair. I walked over and sat on the edge of the couch.

I was about to speak, but the other gentleman walked into the room with another glass of wine.

"It's starting to get late, maybe I should be heading home now James," I said.

You smiled at me and told me, "Relax and drink your wine, you should enjoy yourself for a change."


I sat back on the couch sipping the wine, listening to the music, trying to collect my thoughts.

You rose from your chair and sat next to me. I was holding onto the glass of wine that I had just about finished already. You took it and set it on the table.

You begin by telling me that you have control over everything in your life, and that you love having power and control over everything.

"Over everything. What do you mean by that?" I asked looking towards you a little confused.


You have a mischievous smile forming on your lips and your eyes pierce through me, but you don't speak a word.

Your hand reaches up brushing the side of my cheek as you lean in to kiss me. Your fingers trace down my neck. Your lips follow them down, as you start unbuttoning my blouse.

I'm lost in my desire knowing that I want you. But I'm not sure if everything is going too fast. I snap back to reality as I move my body away from yours.

You pause and glance up at me.

"It's getting late, maybe I should be getting home," I say as I button my shirt back up and stand to adjust my clothing.


It's pretty quiet on the drive. We reach my place and you walk me to the door. A quick kiss and your gone.

I walk inside kicking off my shoes, my mind racing at the thought of wanting you. I sit on the couch and my thoughts turn to your statement of control and power.


After two days of not hearing anything from you, I start to wonder if you had changed your mind about wanting to see me. That evening I get a text from you, buts it's not really much of one, just a link to a BDSM website.

Curious about it, I click on the website and begin reading. My thoughts about it are all over the place. After a while, I realize that I had been reading and going over all of it for hours and it was late. I put my phone down and head off to bed.


The next day after work I decided to go back to the park. I sat on the bench with my headphones on and continue to think about what I had read the night before.

The more I sat and thought about what I had read, the more my body was responding without me realizing it. I began to get very warm and could feel my panties becoming wet. At that moment I could feel my face getting red from embarrassment, and I was happy I had put pants on today.


After I snapped out of it, I stood and walked home. I reached my door and started to unlock it.

I was startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around and you were standing there smiling. I took my headphones off and you leaned in to kiss me. I opened the door and we walked inside.

You didn't hesitate to speak. "Did you get my text yesterday?"

I responded quickly saying, "Yes. I read the site for a couple of hours."

You seemed pleased with my answer, by the smile forming on your lips.


I had always been a shy, conservative woman. Knowing that reading and thinking about the website had turned me on, it made me blush.

Turning and looking at me you said, "I would like for you to consent to starting a relationship like that with me."

I didn't really know what to say at the moment. I was overwhelmed.

"I'll give you some time to think it over and do some more research. I have some errands to run so I'll see you later."

It wasn't really a question, more of a statement he was making.


Your hand reached for my waist pulling me to you. You kissed me and walked out the door.

I sat on the couch and picked up my tablet fumbling to find more sites to read. The more I read, the more turned on I was becoming. I couldn't believe the impact it was having on me.

The next day I received a text from you telling me to be ready at seven. I was excited and nervous. I made sure I was ready before hand and sat waiting. Hearing the knock on the door, I stood to answer it.


I was surprised when I opened the door and it wasn't you. It was the other gentleman from your house.

He smiled and said that he was here to take me to your place. I quickly walked out locking the door. He opened the back door for me and I slid in. I was extremely nervous tonight.

We arrived, and he helped me out of the car, taking my arm and escorting me to the door. He opened it and we went inside.

I walked over and sat on the edge of the couch and waited for you to come in.


I was lost in thought when you walked over to me, I shook it off and stood up.

You leaned in for a kiss and sat down with me on the couch. "Have you thought about what I had asked you?"

After a few moments I looked up at you, "Yes, I have, and I have decided that I would like to move forward with you."

You take my hand and smile, telling me that it will be a learning experience for me.


"I will go over some rules with you, and we will take things slow to begin with," he said.

You excuse yourself for a couple of minutes and come back in, asking me to stand. You have a small black leather collar with a silver heart attached to it in your hand.

"I will start with three rules. Rule one. Every time I come to you, or have you brought here, you will wear this collar. This is a consideration collar, and it will be worn until we both decide that this is what you absolutely want and deserve," he was saying calmly.


You walk around me pulling up my hair as you place it around my neck. You move to sit in your chair. I start to sit on the couch until you stop me.

"Rule two. Whenever we are sitting in the same room, you will kneel beside me, placing your hands in your lap for now," saying a little more sternly, "I will get into the other positions for you to kneel when the time comes."

"Rule three. Going forward you will start calling me Sir, so you get used to the idea," he said.

"Do you agree to these rules?" he then asked.

I walk over to the front side of your chair and knelt, placing my hands in my lap. I look up at you smiling. "Yes Sir, I agree," I answered.

There was a passion deep inside me, a hunger you could see in my eyes.

You tapped your leg with your fingers, and I stood up. Leaning forward in your chair, your hands move around me pulling my skirt up some.

Your fingers gripping my panties as you slid them to the floor.

As you pulled me onto your lap, I could feel your hand on my thigh caressing lightly. I felt your lips on mine and I lost myself in the kiss.

Your other hand lightly gripped the back of my neck holding me in place. I felt a wave of pleasure as your hand slid across my clit rubbing gently. Your fingers traced down my slit capturing my wetness.

One finger, then two slowly pushed into my pussy. My body was responding, grinding into your hand. Your fingers plunged deeper inside of me. Your thumb swirling across my clit.

The moans escaping through my lips were louder and louder.

My body tensed and trembled. My pussy began gripping your fingers tighter. I could take no more. Juices flowed covering your hand. You removed your fingers.

My head slumped to your chest. You held me close until my body recovered.

You then told your man to take me home. "You have had enough for now. Go. And remember the rules," you said as I was leaving with him. You sat watching me leave with my wet panties in your hand.

I never said a word. I just kept looking down as I followed your man out, wishing you would give me more.

But I knew not to ask.

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Pronoun Shift - Uncomfortable

This story has good potential but the abrupt change from using “he/him” to “you/yours” reduces the value and power of the piece. A narrative is much easier to read when in third person. James ismore...

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Hoping For More Chapters

I really liked this as a first chapter and hope there will be more chapters .The author has planted a few openings here for these further chapters .Especially so with the introduction of the three rulesmore...

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