"Glo-o-oh!-o-o-o Oooh!-o-o-o-o- O-o-o-oooh!-o- Oooooh! -o-o- Oooooooooh!!!!! O-ria Hosannas in excelsis"
It was Christmas Eve, and I had a date for the evening. What better place for a staunch atheist to go on a date than St Patricks Cathedral on 5th Avenue for the Xmas Eve Service, to celebrate the birth of their God by a young girl that he fucked himself and left to be raised by a cuckold? And had recently been wrapped up in the winter solstice paraphernalia stolen from various different pagan religions.
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We met for the first time online on an erotic literature site earlier on that day. She said she was a sub, looking for some festive fun. I called her on it.
She didn't really want fun, just a facsimile of it. She just wanted to turn us Doms on and maybe finger her tight pussy at the other end of a cable. She wasn't looking for anything outside her quiet little comfort zone. Was she?
It took a bit of badgering, but finally she consented to meet me. With a few provisos of course.
We agreed that this was not just a meet up for a fuck - that would be cheap and tacky. Still, it was Xmas Eve. Where would be open?
I was only in town for a few weeks, late December business turning into pleasure. I had talked my company into paying the hotel bill for the week between Xmas and New Year, as it was cheaper than flying me to Scotland first class and back.
I gave her the address of the hotel, and told her to organise a towncar to pick her up at seven pm. I had no need to know her address in Brooklyn and wouldn't expect her to tell me. I arranged with the doorman to pay the car cash when it arrived. With a generous tip for the car and himself.
I had also told her to tell some friends where she was going, who she was seeing - I sent some selfies for her to pass on - so that she felt safe meeting a complete stranger. And I also let her know that she could stand up and walk away if at any point she thought I wished her harm or if she felt at all uncomfortable - and I would pay her taxi home. Without question.
My doorman accomplice called me down to the lobby at seven thirty five, where I met the most beautiful girl. Very shy, but so lovely that I held my breath when I saw her, hoping that I was good enough for her. Her profile pictures did not do her justice.
She smiled at me when I walked out of the elevator. I think I fell in love. Or at least I know damn well I fell in lust. Her beautiful green eyes opened, and her whole face smiled.
I beamed a smile back at her.
"Alice," I said. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you. "
"Sir Vincent, the pleasure is mine, " she replied in a very sexy voice.
Long straight glossy dark hair, almost waist length. Strong black eyeliner around almond shaped green eyes that twinkled. High cheek bones, vibrant bright lip gloss on the sweetest Cupid's bow lips that smiled easily and naturally. Real biker leather jacket with a figure hugging red dress underneath. Black lace gloves that showed blood red talons. Killer heels.
Just my kind of lady.
Her head fell forwards in a submissive manner, eyes to the floor.
"Not yet," I said. "Let's talk as we walk. "
Her head came back up and our eyes locked. I wanted to dive into those mesmerising emerald pools. She smiled and broke eye contact.
"Certainly Sir," she said.
I took her hand.
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St Patricks on 5th Avenue is a great big European-esque Cathedral. It could be in Paris, London, Madrid or Rome without looking out of place.
We walked though the slightly chilly evening along 57th then down 5th. The air was sharp, and the sky was clear. The stars sparkled above us. The traffic had thinned from earlier in the day, with occasional taxi passing us.
We walked arm in arm, comfortable in each other's company, chatting about music and film, both with very similar tastes. Her taste was much more current than mine. She couldn't believe I hadn't seen The Hunger Games - I couldn't believe she had never seen Aliens.
We stopped at a small cafe for a warming coffee, where we spoke easily for half an hour before continuing.
Ahead we saw the church, with a queue of people waiting to get in. A magnificent edifice, comparable with Westminster Abbey.
I slowed.
"Alice," I said. "This is where you show me if you are a real sub or not."
"Yes Sir, what do you want me to do?" she asked.
I took a small package from my pocket and handed it to her as we joined the queue.
"You'll know what to do," I said.
"Yes Sir, of course Sir," she replied.
Not only was she beautiful, she was turning out to be a pretty damned good little sub too. I could fall for her...
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She rejoined me in one of the furthest back pews. The magnificence of the cathedral could not be argued with - the lavish stonework and beautiful stained glass windows reminiscent of the best of Western Europe's religious pomposity.
"All ready?" I asked her, looking into her lowered eyes as best I could.
She nodded, an obvious smile on her face. I pressed a button on a remote control in my pocket.
Alice sat up straight, eyes wide open. Only her and I had heard the vibrations, and only she had felt them.
"Thank you Sir," she said with obvious pleasure.
We were fortunate to have gotten a seat, as the church filled rapidly, leaving little even in the way of standing room at the back.