I wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation, or the woman. She came to me online, and told me she had enjoyed a particular story that she had read by me. We eventually got to talking and, of course, talk turned to sex.For those of you that do not know, when I am given free reign with a woman I am very dominant. I've had some experience with BDSM and the like, but those are stories for another day. Her name was Bridey, and she was, as it turned out, submissive and willing to do anything that I wanted. It started as playful flirting. She teased and requested that I write a story about her. I told her that I could do her one better, and I gave her an address. I'll just kill the suspense now and tell you that it was the address to a dungeon in the city. I told her the same thing when she asked. I must have been feeling more forward than usual, the action wasn't like me. I didn't regret it. She was reluctant, but she eventually agreed. I knew that she would be signing herself over to me for the night and I didn't want to disappoint. I had set the date for next week, so all there was to do now was wait. We kept in touch a little bit, we were both excited about the prospect, and both of us were more excited than we were letting on. I grinned as I read her e-mails to me. She seemed very eager, I found that appealing in a woman. The week finally came to a close, and the night of Brit's big debut was finally here. I didn't need to pack much, except for my suit. I figured I'd try and look a little nice for her today. I had instructed her on how to dress, hopefully she didn't ignore me. I was silent as I drove down the winding roads from my rural home and into the rigid, geometric roads of the city. I didn't even put any music on. My heart was beating faster than usual and my blood was roaring through me. I could almost swear that I heard it. It was nightfall when I finally reached the place. Rain pelted my car and I just sat back for a moment, enjoying the melodious sound. It calmed me and I eventually felt my head clearing up a little bit. I took a breath and stepped outside, moving quickly for fear of ruining my outfit. I know the usual thing to do is to set the protagonist up to wait for his beautiful prize to step through the door. However, the real world doesn't follow that particular cliché. She was sitting alone in the front room. She was wearing, as I instructed, a white blouse with no bra and a black skirt, black stockings, and shoes. I know it seems customary to make them wear heels, but I never saw the point. She was a comely woman, with soft attractive features underneath her shoulder length brown hair. She had shapely legs that disappeared under her immodest skirt and good sized breasts (although I couldn't tell you exactly what size the were.) I let my eyes roam up and down over her for a few moments more, noting that her nipples were poking out from her blouse already. I allowed a small smile to creep onto my face, trying not to appear condescending as my cock had been waiting to stand at attention since I had looked at her, and knowing the depraved acts that she would be joining me in didn't help to keep me under control. She noticed me as well when I began to walk over to her. I walked confidently, crossing the room slowly so that I stood before her. She stood immediately, and was perhaps a little shocked when she looked up at me. I had warned her about my being over six and a half feet tall, but apparently something gets lost in translation. She barely reached my chest. I extended my hand and clasped hers before doing anything else. It's good to meet you, Brit. I said casually, as if this were something that happened all the time. I sat down across from her and rested my elbows on the table. After a moment I motioned for her to sit. She did. Good to meet you, too. She returned politely. She was more nervous than I was, and she was probably having a lot of doubts as to whether she was making the right choice here tonight. I merely grinned at her and let the thoughts and doubts slip through her mind. I'm not going to demean you by asking you if you know why you're here, or any of that other pompous crap. I'm just going to ask you, one last time, if you really want this to happen. The moment that you do you'll become mine for the night, and my attitude towards you will change drastically. I said as I intertwined my hands on the table. The room was purposefully kept dark, and it was smoky and crowded, so I don't think she could see the lustful glow in my eyes as I waited for her answer. She took about a second to think about it. Yes, I want this