Forty-Eight
And what should I wear?
D: You will leave your clothes by the door. You may choose undergarments to wear if you wish.
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"God, that was a good one, wasn't it?" We're gearing down after an especially grueling practice. "Yeah," I agree, laughing with exhaustion. I haven't played roller derby very long, but will stick with it. While the skating is fine, the hitting keeps me coming back. There's something about being slammed into, knocked over, and then pulling myself off the floor repeatedly. The resilience it requires is addicting.
I pack up my gear and skates and run to the bathroom to change so no one will see the lacy bra I'm putting on under my sweatshirt. I hope D knew what he was doing, asking me to come over after practice without a shower. He had given me options, one of which included showering, but he told me which option he preferred, and I knew it would be a stupid move to pick anything else. At least I had a twenty-minute drive to cool off.
Unfortunately, having a twenty-minute drive also meant I had time to second-guess myself. What was I thinking? It's too late now, I already agreed, and I must follow through. I turn the music up and roll the window down.
I had met others online before, but most were uninteresting and unattractive, so I had tried not to get my hopes up for my first meeting with D. That proved difficult because his banter was so engaging. When he told me he'd been a Dom with previous partners, I admitted enjoying some rough play and was interested in delving into that more. D suggested we meet in a sex shop as a fun little introduction. I was worried I would feel pressure in such a scenario and said as much. What if we don't like each other? I posed. Then we go our separate ways, no questions asked. I need to get something at the store anyway. D made it sound so simple.
We'd agreed to introduce ourselves in the parking lot. D stepped out of his car in dark dress pants, a royal blue dress shirt, and the most luscious black skin I'd ever seen. I could hardly breathe as he strode toward me. We shook hands as though this was the most common of meetings. He was powerful; anyone could see that, but a command in his eyes and voice alluded to a much deeper strength.
Inside the sex shop, D whispered, I have an idea. He approached an employee who led us to the remote control vibrators section. Would I be willing to wear one? In public?
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