I am invited to a party by a work colleague. I know nobody, so I was feeling uncomfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a tall gentleman with a gorgeous woman by his side. He seems disinterested in the woman as they walked around. Our eyes meet. It makes me shudder. My thoughts begin to wander as our eyes linger. I wonder if he might be interested in me.

The couple moves to another room. The party no longer holds my interest. I want no part of the drugs being handed about. It made me very uncomfortable. I try calling an Uber. There was a long wait. I decide to leave and walk home.

Walking home, I hear Jazz music wafting through the air. It is playing in a bar down the street. I follow the sound. I then decide to have a quick drink and listen to some good music.

As I enter the bar, the Bartender looks up. "What will it be, Miss?"

"Pernod and Lemonade. Thanks."

I find a table in the corner. Taking a seat, I listen to the Jazz music. I have always liked Jazz, especially the Saxophone. Such a deep, sexy sound that travels to the soul.

Glancing around the room, I take in the surroundings. Lo and behold, my eyes fall upon the tall gentleman from the party. Our eyes meet. Staring at each other. I wonder if he followed me here. I cannot look away from him. My eyes gaze into his deep ocean blue eyes, making my heart skip a beat. The magnetism is electric, my body hair standing. I feel my juices moisten my panties. My nipples become rock hard.

I then spot the woman beside him, realising I am being absurd. Of course he would have his woman with him. However, he continually stares at me. I look away quickly. Then look back. He is now leaning against the wall, his eyes not leaving mine for an instant. His woman, who entered with him, is now seated.

Taking the last sip of my drink, I decide on another. I move to the bar for another Pernod and Lemonade, in a tall, cold glass. The bartender splashes ice into the glass as he prepares my drink. It is so refreshing and enjoyable.

The gentleman still stares at me with those eyes. A blazing blue like the ocean. His blonde hair emphasizes the blue of his eyes. I feel he is trying to lure me over. I think he is the dominant type, who requires a woman to surrender herself to him by taking the first steps.

Anticipation creeps into me, knowing what will occur if I submit to his stare. I can tell by his commanding presence that he can see I am a submissive woman. His gaze keeps on staring into my baby green eyes.

The woman was trying to seek his attention. His eyes stay transfixed on me. The woman is getting impatient. His attention does not falter.

He is a strongly built man. Tall and handsome. Leaning against the wall, I judge his height at six feet five inches. His blue eyes bore deeply into my soul, the intensity of his stare compelling me to be lured into his web. My mind races. I am so highly aroused.

Carrying my drink back to the table, I enjoy the coldness of it against my fingers. The gentleman moves his body slightly as his stare continues. As I sit in my chair, I slightly open my legs. He notices, looking down at my parted legs. With a grin and a glint in his eyes, his stare continues. He seems happy playing the waiting game.

His companion is still unable to attract his attention. She slowly unzips his trousers, takes out his cock, and starts sucking it. Everyone notices, turning to look. He takes no notice of her. His gaze is willing me to come over to him. I watch her suck his cock, knowing full well it is me he wants. He keeps staring as he stops her sucking. He zips his trousers, much to the moans of the spectators. The saxophone brings deep soulful sounds into the atmosphere.

He reaches around his companion's neck and removes what looks like a collar. He hands it to her. Then kisses her goodbye. She is not happy, but knows she must leave.

The staring continues.

He points towards a room, signaling to me with a nod to venture there. I move to the bar to order another drink. I feel his presence behind me.

"You won't need that drink," he says. In a deep, husky voice, he continues, "We will proceed to the room NOW, thank you."

Quivering, I am in two minds. Will I or won't I? I am totally mesmerised by him, but intimidated as well.

He is so intoxicating. His scent purely erotic. I am swept along by his alluring aura.

Following him, we enter a luxurious suite. Drenched in soft hues. So enticing. So sexual. The music, soft and romantic, already plays in the background. I can feel the dangerous undertones and the electrifying, intense feelings of arousal.

Standing in the room, he walks around me, slowly. Looking. Staring. Making love to me with his eyes. He doesn't touch me.

"Undress," he commands. He gently conveys, "I will not touch you unless you ask."

I slowly undress. I feel I am melting into his presence as I slowly take off my dress. Lowering my eyes, I take off my lacy bra and moistened panties. His eyes guide me to the high-backed, soft-cushioned chair in the corner of the room.

He gently commands, "Legs to be positioned over each arm, thank you."

I feel very vulnerable, even as he reiterates that he will not touch me unless I ask. It relaxes me somewhat. He pulls up a chair and sits opposite me.

"I want to see you climax," he says in a dominant way, making me feel like it isn't a question, but more of a demand.

I am turned on by the thought of him watching me. I am now feeling more comfortable in his presence. I trust he will keep his word of not touching me, unless I request him to do so.

He reaches into a drawer and brings out the most erotic fragrant oil I have ever experienced. The pleasurable fragrance takes me on a journey. He leaves the open jar beside me.

He sits looking, taking in the whole of me. My hair, my eyes. My mouth, my neck. My breasts, my thighs. My feet, my toes. Moving his gaze back up, he transfixes on my cunt. I see the bulge growing in his trousers. He does not touch himself at all.

I dip my fingers into the erotic oil, then slowly touch my clit. Rubbing from my clit to my anus, I am on fire. His intense eyes never leave me. I rub my clit and insert my fingers into my cunt. I moan and wriggle, playing in the moment. My clit is on fire, ready to explode. I am overwhelmed, highly aroused, and know my climax is near.

I am staring into the chasm of his eyes, drowning. My breathing becomes loud and laboured. I notice his erection is still untouched.

His deep, rumbling voice declares, "I cannot see all of you. Expose yourself more."

Hearing his voice, I expose my ass, as well as my cunt and clit.

I keep playing with myself, getting closer and closer to orgasm. I am drowning in his mesmerising eyes. I cannot stay quiet any longer. I moan in pleasure, my breathing erratic. My heart is pounding. I need release. I am so excited. His eyes never leave me. His erection is still untouched, making me move closer to the edge of my orgasm. I smell the erotic fragrance wafting through the room. My passion increases the arousal of my sexual desire. It is the ultimate.

I hear myself screaming. My head thrown back. My back arched. My legs frantically moving. I reach the pinnacle. My orgasm sprays everywhere. It is like releasing a volcano. The intoxication of the atmosphere is the ultimate feeling. I cannot talk. I gasp for air. My heart is pounding out of my chest.

He asks, "Would you like to be touched now?"

I stammer, "Ye.....Yes.... Please, Sir."

"It's Master to you, Young Lady," he affirms.

He follows on with, "I am looking for a submissive to satisfy my requirements. I see how captivated you are with me. As I am with you. We will explore together to find your limits, and see if we suit each other. The chemistry is there. But more than chemistry is required."

He asks, "Are you obedient?"

"Yes, Sir. I mean Master. I can be a brat at times." I whisper.

"Hmmmm. That will be erased soon enough. Come to me, Baby Girl. Come to Master. See what delights I have here for you."

I slide off the soft cushioned chair, kneeling in front of Master. My back straight, hands on my thighs, my head bowed.

"Look up at me, Baby Girl," he softly commands,

Once again I melt into his eyes. I can't help but to see the bulge in his trousers.

"As you have just met me, I give you a choice. Would you like to further our interlude tonight, or finish now?" asks Master.

I blush, "Master, I would like to continue."

He smiles, then utters, so I barely hear, "Good girl. Right answer."

He demands for me to undress him. Which I promptly do.

I am shaking in disbelief at his muscular, tanned body. So fit. So masculine. His muscles prominent.

His hands rest on my shoulders, as he guides me to my knees. I see his hard, rigid cock, standing proud, leaking pre cum.

"This erection occurred watching you masturbate. You are a very sexy Baby Girl. I intend on exploring and pushing your limits until you scream. Your Master will then push your limits further, with consent, of course. Do you understand? Is this what you want, Baby Girl?"

"Yes, Master. I would like that very much." I reply.

"Good. Now show me your talents, as Master's erection sits prominently in front of him. Suck me till I stop you."

I slide my tongue from base to tip all the way round Master's cock. I swirl my tongue around the head, then settle on the frenulum, teasing it for a while.

I look up and lock eyes with Master. He watches me tongue his slit, sucking his salty pre cum. Tasting Master's pre cum for the first time, it is delicious.

I cup Master's balls, massaging them as I take his cock deep in my warm, moist mouth. I swallow his cock deeper into my throat. I clench him there. I begin a slow rhythm. Mouthfucking his huge cock, I hear gasps and moans from Master. I move faster, heightening his desires.

Master puts his hands on my head and guides me in and out on his very hard, rigid cock. He groans loudly.

"Stop. Do not make me cum. Your cunt is waiting for your Master's cock."

Master pulls me up by my hair, gently, leaning me over the back of his chair. He enters my cunt.

"Ohhhh...." I moan, "It feels so good."

He makes no sound. Just our bodies slapping noisily together, as we pound into each other. Master hits my secret spot every time on entry.

I feel my urges building. It is so good, so fantastic. I cannot contain myself any longer. This Baby Girl is needing to cum.

"Master, may I cum?" I beg, screaming my pleasure.

"Yes, Baby Girl. Permission granted."

I explode. My nectar flows over Master's cock, and trickles down my legs.

Master grunts as he continues to pound me. He pulls me against him tight. I am standing now, with my back against his chest. He grabs my breasts and pummels them as he grunts. I feel Master's warm seed flowing into me, mixing with my juices. I feel Master's cum in me for the first time.

He holds me tight and nuzzles into my shoulder. He bites me so hard, leaving his mark.

"You now wear my mark, Baby Girl. Wear it with pride." Master says, with a glint in his eye and a beaming smile.

"Yes, Master. It will be my honour." I answer him.

He turns me around. And for the first time, he kisses me. His lips warm and tender. I melt into them, feeling the depth of attraction between us. I hug him, as he hugs me. Neither of us wants to let go.

He says to me, "We are compatible sexually. We will see about obedience and trust. Then maybe you may get to wear my collar. If we choose that path."

Smiling, I answer, "Master, let us explore together. Please."

Our journey begins.

To be continued.