The Hilton in downtown Lexington was like many other hotels. A looming grey square monstrosity with very little character. The conference room he had spent most of the day in could have been in any hotel across the world.

But the hotel was in a nice area, his room was comfortable, and the bar he now entered was quiet and had a good selection of bourbons, so he was looking forward to relaxing. He held the door for someone who had been walking behind him. She smiled and thanked him.

His eyes took her in as he walked just behind her to the bar.

She was very slim but with a shapely figure, wearing a smart black skirt that was tight enough to showcase her slender legs and narrow waist, and a smart pink blouse that clung to her body, hinting at a curvaceous chest. She had the stride of a woman not only confident in her surroundings, but also in herself.

They reached the bar together and stood slightly awkwardly next to each other. Again, she flashed a smile as their eyes met, her pretty face framed by long blonde, slightly wavy hair, her three-inch heels making her only an inch shorter than him.

A barmaid approached and addressed him, “What can I get y’all?”

He held his hand to his side and said, “Please, ladies first.”

Another smile, as she said, “Maker's Mark, please.”

“Is that a bourbon?” he asked the pretty blonde who stood next to him. She nodded, “Make that two, and put both on my tab, please, Room 326.”

“Thank you, ya’ll sure ain’t a local,” she stated.

"No, I am not." said, laughing. "Peter,” he added, holding out his hand.

She accepted his hand and shook it.

“Martina, nice to meet you. What is an Englishman doing in this neck of the woods?”

“I am here for a three-day conference. I work with the British government," he explained.

She smiled mischievously as she lifted her drink. “You’re not a spy, are you, Peter?”

He laughed and replied, “Nothing so exciting, I’m afraid; I am a policy writer. And you, Martina?”

“I am also here for a conference. I teach firearms safety and defensive tactics to local enforcement officers,” she said.

“Well, that is definitely more exciting!” he stated, then continued, “Are you here with anyone?”

“No, I have about an hour to kill before a friend picks me up, as she is giving me a lift home. I live in the next city over, about a half-hour drive.”

“In that case, would you care to join me then?” he asked, indicating the small round tables with black leather chairs beside them.

“I would be delighted,” she said, again, a flash of that enigmatic smile.

He led the way, and she finally had a real chance to look at him. He was very slim, wearing a well-fitted black 3 piece suit with a white shirt, black tie and cowboy boots. His long, straight blonde hair fell free to the small of his back; she could see a streak of grey forming on each side, matching the long, thin beard and sideburns.

As they reached the table, he held a chair out for her, and she slid it in as she sat.

“What a gentleman, thank you,” she said in her thick Southern drawl.

He smiled as he removed his suit jacket, placed it on the back of the chair and sat down. As he sat, she noticed the pocket watch chain that hung from his waistcoat and could not decide if that made him look distinguished or eccentric.

“Ya’ll sure don’t look like you work for the government. Ya’ll look more like a musician to me,” she said.

He laughed and said, “I take it you mean the hair and piercings." He indicated the many rings in his ears and one in his nose, then poked out his tongue to show the stud.

She nodded.

“There are some others you can’t see, too,” he said, smiling provocatively.

She raised her eyebrows and laughed as her cheeks flushed just a little.

“Well, as it happens, I am a musician in my spare time; I play guitar in a band that has played all over Europe, sadly never the States yet, though. This is actually my first time here,” he continued.

“And how are ya’ll finding our fine state of Kentucky?” she asked.

He replied, “Well, today is my first day, so I have not seen much of it yet, but if you are any indication, the women certainly are beautiful.” She flushed a little more.

They talked for the next half hour about his job and musical exploits; she gave more details about her work, her love of sport and the local area.

The conversation flowed freely, as did the whisky. She leaned forward, looking at him intently, and suddenly said, “You have the most amazing blue eyes.”

Her eyes widened, as if she had not meant to say it out loud, but he replied instantly,

“And you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen!”

That smile appeared again as they just stared at each other for a moment.

The tension was broken by her phone buzzing loudly on the table.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” she said, picking up the phone and darting down a little corridor beside them.

A minute later, she returned to the table.

He noted that she had reapplied her lipstick and undone the top 2 buttons of her blouse. It crossed his mind that this meant she was either warm or interested in him.

As she sat and leaned forward to speak, he could see the edge of a white lace bra beneath the blouse and a hint of cleavage.

He tore his gaze away as she said, “Sorry about that; it was my friend who is driving me home. She has been delayed at work and will be another hour; I told her not to worry, though. I have found good company.”

He smiled at the compliment, and as she took another drink, he slid his tie down, removed it and placed it on the table, undoing the top 2 buttons of his shirt. Before he could sit back, she leaned further forward and reached out under his chin.

“Well, that is an interesting necklace ya’ll have on.” It was a tiny silver woman on her knees with her hands behind her back; she carefully turned it in her hand and continued, "Her wrists and ankles are bound, and she is blindfolded."

His first thought, with their closer proximity, was how good she smelled.

He responded, “That is Miseria or Oizys. She is the Goddess of suffering; it symbolises the ability to endure and overcome hardships.” He watched her reaction carefully as he continued, “It also happens to show how I like my women!”

She released the necklace and sat back, looking at him thoughtfully, trying to hide her emotions, but her mouth was open just a little too far, and there was the faintest hint of a smile.

They sat for a moment, locking eye contact, each trying to gauge the other's thoughts. She unconsciously licked her lips and suddenly blurted out, “I think I need another drink.”

As she stood, he rose and said, “Please, allow me; you have been so kind keeping me company.”

“No, it is my round, ya’ll got the last ones,” she replied.

In an instant, he made up his mind to take a risk.

He spoke; his voice did not get louder, but the tone completely changed, now forceful and dominant.

“Martina, sit down. Now.”

She instantly sat, lowered her head, and said softly, “Yes, sir.”

Almost immediately, her eyes opened wide, and she looked back up at him, realising what she had done, her heart racing and her head full of questions.

He smiled softly as he sat back down and said, “So I was right; you have had a Master before?”

She shook her head.

He watched her carefully as he said, “A mistress then?”

She slowly nodded and said softly, “Yes, how did you know, sir?”

“Just something about the way you carry yourself; you are very confident, but also very attentive in a way many submissives are, and the way you reacted to my necklace with fascination rather than shock; you also said her hands were bound rather than tied, showing you are familiar with the correct terminology. I am sorry if I embarrassed you, little one. Please forgive me. Shall I get us another drink, or would you like me to leave you to wait for your friend alone? It would be a shame, but I would understand.”

She did not take long to respond. “I would like another drink, please, sir”, she said with a smile.

He stood and leaned in, putting his hand on her shoulder, saying, “I am glad you want to stay; thank you, and you really don’t need to call me sir.”

“Yes, sir,” she said with a smile before he left for the bar.

He looked back and said, “ We may have only just met, but while you are calling me sir, I will be more than happy to put you over my knee if you are cheeky!”

Both her eyes and her smile widened.

Her eyes never left him as he returned a few minutes later with a whiskey in each hand. He placed one in front of her and retook his seat.

“Are you ok?” he asked gently.

“I am, sir. Thank you,” she replied.

He continued, “How long have you been a submissive?”

She still spoke in low tones, but her confidence had returned, and her shoulders had lowered as she spoke, “I think I have known since I was sixteen, and two guys tied me to a chair as part of a game. I pretended to be annoyed, but actually I was so turned on. Though, if I am honest, I have only really been experimenting with it the last few years, sir.” 

“So you like restraint then. I think you would like my bedroom back in England,” he said, holding out his phone.

She studied the photo carefully.

A wrought-iron bed with reels of black silk rope hanging from the end, and in the corner hanging on the wall, a wide range of bondage and restraint equipment. Including various paddles, blindfolds, gags, handcuffs and manacles.

She spoke with obvious excitement in her voice. “Oh wow, ya’ll have an amazing bedroom, sir. And yes, I like restraint. Actually, I like it a lot.”

“Thank you for being so honest with me, Martina. I too have known for many years; I think it had a lot to do with all the Hammer Horror films I watched in my teen years.” He laughed, then continued, “It has played at least some part in most of my relationships in the past, though I have had to suppress it at times. Not something I will ever do in the future, as I now want to be true to myself.”

She listened attentively, smiling as he again asked, “Are you ok, Martina?”

“I am, sir, thank you,” she replied before adding with a slightly embarrassed smile, “and most people call me Tina, but I liked it when you called me little one, sir.”

He leaned forward, taking her hand in his, raised it to his lips and gently kissed her hand, saying, “Little one, it is then, may I ask you a question?” She nodded, smiling nervously as he continued, “Are you currently owned, little one?”

“No, sir,” she said softly.

“Are you currently seeing, or interested in, anyone?”

“No, sir.”

“Would you like to belong to me until I return to England?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You understand what that means. You will be my property, to do with as I please.”

“I do, yes, sir.”

“Good girl, would you like me to kiss you now, little one?”

“Yes, please, sir.” Her face broke into that gorgeous smile again as she leaned forward, and they kissed each other, gently at first, till his hand found the back of her head, gripping her hair and lightly turning her head, allowing him to kiss her deeper, his tongue exploring and entwining hers till he pulled away, leaving her breathless.

They continued talking for the next half hour.

They both had two more nights at their respective conferences; they exchanged contact information and agreed to talk about details that night. He asked her to send him a safe word and to let a close friend know where she would be and who she was with.

As they did not have time to get to know each other slowly, he asked her to send him a list of her likes and dislikes, along with any hard limits. He wanted her to be as specific as possible around preferences for restraint, punishment, and sex.

He asked her to list everything she could think of in green for those she enjoyed, amber for those she would permit, and red for anything she did not want to participate in.

He was careful to explain that the more information she could give him, the more enjoyable the experience would be; he wanted her to be able to be confident that he would not do anything she did not want.

She agreed to all his requests.

It was also agreed that if she did not want to go ahead, she would meet him the following night for a drink and address him as Peter. He assured her there would be no pressure and he would still enjoy spending time with her.

But if she met him the following evening and called him sir, then from that point on, she was his property.

She looked at her phone and stated it was nearly time to meet her friend.

They finished their drinks, and he escorted her to the entrance of the hotel.

They stood out the front, waiting, and realising it was now a little chilly, he slid off his suit jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and left his arm around her, pulling her into him and kissing her deeply.

As they shared a deep, slow, passionate kiss, his hand slowly slid down her back to gently squeeze her ass and crush her to him; she could feel he was hard, very hard, and pushed her pelvis into his.

Feeling her body react to his, he broke the kiss and spoke softly in her ear, “Are you wet, little one?”

Her reply was a whisper, “Oh God, yes, since the first time I called you sir.”

She kissed him again, her tongue searching for his urgently.

They were startled from their embrace by a car horn.

She looked extremely embarrassed, hid her head in his shoulder, laughed, and said, “Oh dang, that is my lift; I have to go, sir.” She kissed him lightly and turned for the car door.

He slapped her ass, hard. As she stepped forward, she spun around, a passionate look on her face, and kissed him again, this time crushing herself to him and her tongue seeking his.

She tore herself away and said, “I will message you when I get home, sir.”

“Good Girl,” he responded.

He opened the car door for her and offered his hand, which she took as she got in.

“Drive safely,” he said, and closed the door behind her and walked back into the hotel.

She sat in the car, unable to stop grinning, her friend looking at her in shock, saying, “Well ya’ll look like you had an interesting day. Who the hell was that, Tina? Is he English? And you do realise you still have his jacket on?”

She looked at her friend, smiled, and then burst out laughing.

“Ya’ll just shut up and drive, Sarah,” she said.

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