We started chatting here after I’d DMed her. She had posted that she was curious to meet someone older. After texting back and forth, we had a video call. She was adorable. Tall, long dark curls, sporty figure. Mixed race and dark skin. Cheruby cheeks, almost Filipina looking. And so lovely to talk to. Feminine and obviously submissive.

Yesterday we finally had our first date. We decided to keep it low-key for the first one, and I took the lead. I chose a classy bar in my city, one of those ones with dark seats and where the patrons’ voices aren’t much louder than the cocktail shakers. She came in on the train from her smaller town outside. A few minutes late, like any sensible girl on a first date.

The first sight of her made me hard. She arrived in a tightly fitted denim jumpsuit, with a zipper that opened as far down as you’d ever want to, and it was opened halfway already. Sassy but not quite slutty. We hugged each other hello and she was grinning and blushing before I’d told her sit down.

I ordered a wine from her home country and we began flirting in earnest. She said she’d never been with an older or dominant man before, but was curious. As I described my style, her wide eyes told me she was much more than curious.

She had cancelled on my first date invitation some weeks back, a decision she said she now regretted. I reassured her that there were many ways we could punish her for that infraction, not least a good spanking. “Can you count?” I asked. “8’s my favorite number!” she answered. “For each cheek” I confirmed.

At that point I’d already considered many other ways to enjoy her 🍑, but kept those thoughts to myself. I made up my mind I wanted to own her, but only once she trusted me enough to submit herself. And told her this. She blushed again. I held her hand, looked her in the eyes and told her we would take this step by step.

We chatted about options for our next date and perhaps a weekend getaway. I explained some of the rules which I like to date by, and she agreed to them. Praising her with “good girl” was almost too much for her - she started babbling something and I could have kissed her there and then. But no, I decided a kiss was to be for another time. I put a small box of chocolates in her hand and we hugged our goodbyes, promising to meet again soon.

To be continued…