fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 4 – Chapter 41

Chapter 41

I soak in the large tub as the jets massages my muscles. I pick up a handful of bubbles and blow them, watching them scatter around me. I’m glad that I did all my body prep last night. I forgot how much energy traveling takes out of you. I chose an early flight so that I would have plenty of time to relax before meeting with Brendan. I’m certainly happy for the travel app that Dominique recommended to me. I was able to book a suite for the price that I expected to pay for a standard room. Life is good.

After the bath I start getting ready. The hotel robe is so soft. I don’t do much with my hair. I’ve been happy with it lately. I put more time into my makeup. Eyes that kill. That’s what the beast wants. Lips that make men ache with desire. I have to say, the beast makes me feel sexier than usual. I haven’t been making it to the gym as often as I should… and right now I don’t care.

I go with a comfortable bra and underwear. He’s not going to be seeing them, so why does it matter? I let the beast pick the clothes. Thankfully I limited the beast’s choices to items that I can wear someplace other than a fetish club. I slide into the leather pants and feel a wave of introspection hit me.

This is the outfit I wore when I met David. I’m not dishonoring its memory. I’m using the memory as confidence that Brendan will ache for me. I button up the red blouse in front of the large mirror. The forecast today looks promising. It’s a bit chilly for autumn, but it’s actually warmer than it is back home. I put on my Goddess jewelry before the leather gloves and boots. My silver fox stroller is next. I will wear the matching headband tonight. I can always use it as a scarf if I get too warm.

I look like a character out of one of your drawings, Brendan. I crack a smile and let out a small laugh. You don’t stand a chance, do you, boy?

I probably should have asked for a picture at some point. It’s a little late for that now. I will assume since he has a history with exes that he’s not hideously disfigured or horribly unattractive. I don’t really care what he looks like, but it would have been nice to know what to expect. In a perfect world I will see the top of his head more than his face, right? I laugh. Being serious, it’s more about how he makes me feel when I’m with him. I’m not expecting a movie star. I just want a man that will make me feel alive.

My phone dings. I check my Skape messages. Brendan is here. He had predicted 5:25 depending upon traffic. It’s 5:27. Do I punish him for being late or should I laud him for the accuracy of his prediction? I’ll let the beast decide. Can’t I do both? Yes, I can.

I put a quick spritz of perfume into the air and walk into it. Game face, Wanda. I grab my purse and leave the room.

I spot him easily in the lobby. Well, I assume it’s the man holding the roses with his jaw on the floor. I smirk.

“Hello, Brendan.”
“Hello, Miss.”

I hold out my hand. He takes it gently, bends down, and plants a kiss on it. He rises and smiles, extending his hand with the roses.

He’s surprisingly average. Brown hair, brown eyes. Average height. Average looks. Average build. Well, he could probably lose about 10 pounds but couldn’t everyone? His eyes look nice when he smiles. His clothes are business casual. I’ll bet he feels under-dressed to be seen with me.

I take the roses and watch him stutter.
“Y-y-you look absolutely beautiful, Miss.”

I grin but keep it from spreading into a full smile.
“Thank you, boy.”

I give the roses a quick sniff before extending my other hand. He quickly fidgets into his pocket and places a pair of keys in my palm. Good boy. I transfer the keys and roses to my purse. I prod him.

“You look nervous.”
“Well, um, er.”
“If I wanted you to feel comfortable do you think I would have dressed this way?”

His cheeks flush red and he diverts his eyes. The beast roars inside. I prod him again.

“So do you plan to keep me entertained by standing in the lobby all evening?”

Teasing awkward shyness is such fun.
“No, Miss. Of course not. Please, my car is this way.”

I notice his eye blinks seem fake. He must be feeling foolish. I keep a casual and deliberate pace. Walking near him almost makes it looks like he’s running the way that he keeps turning back and slowing down. I nod as he holds the door for me. I will acknowledge you but you will receive no thanks, boy.

I wait at the curb. I watch him turn and long blink again before scurrying off. Yes, boy, you bring the car to me. His silver sedan pulls up to the curb. It’s like him, average. I remain motionless. It’s been a while, hasn’t it, boy?

His door opens and he practically sprints around the car to me. I smirk as he holds the door open for me. I climb in and he closes it gently behind me. I thought about getting in the back seat but I’m merely having fun right now. I don’t really want to mess with him too much, but I’ll enjoy this while it lasts.

“Are you hungry, Mistress?”
“Famished.”
“Are there any foods you are allergic to or don’t like?”
“Not really. I’ll eat pretty much anything.”

He starts to drive. He focuses intently on the road and his mirrors. I suppose I would be a distraction. He doesn’t small-talk while we drive. I remain silent. I find it enjoyable to tease him. I’m sure he’s in agony right now and worried about making a poor impression. It’s cute to watch you twist, boy.

He pulls the car into the parking lot of an odd little building. I raise an eyebrow in curiosity. It looks like a converted fast food restaurant. It’s called the Rice Bowl. He exits the car and I wait for him to open my door. I extend my hand. He puts out his arm and assists me out. He’s done this before, it will take a while to make it instinctual again. He holds the door for me inside the restaurant. The menu is one of those back-lit boards with movable letters. I know I told him not to try to impress me, but really, boy?

I give him a simple command.
“Order me whatever you normally get.”
“What would you like to drink, Miss?”
“Water.”

I find the most private table that I can. Well, none of them are very private. I choose the back corner. I try to find an expression that shows more irritation than frustration. Is it working? A couple of moments later Brendan approaches with a plastic tray and our food on styrofoam plates.

“I wasn’t sure if you preferred a fork or chopsticks, Miss, so I brought both.”
“How considerate.”

I watch as he sets the plates down in front of us and arranges some napkins, the styrofoam drink cups, and the utensils. I rest my cheek in my hand and prod him.

“Do you bring a lot of first dates here?”

He long blinks as his face turns red. His eyes open quickly.
“Third dates, actually.”

I smile. Nice recovery, boy. I look down at my plate. There’s some sliced chicken on a bed of white rice along with what looks like some steamed cabbage and fried gyoza. Brendan digs in. I pick up my chopsticks and take a small cut of chicken.

Oh my. My teeth sink in and the burst of flavor hits my tongue. I feel my eyes light up as I chew. This is really good. Brendan looks at me and smiles and nods. I can’t stop smiling. I swallow and eagerly take another bite along with some rice. Well played, boy.

“Can I say something, Miss?”
“Please do.”
“I had guessed that you were wondering why I was taking you here, but you did tell me to be my true self. This is part of my weekly routine. Wednesdays they have free gyoza with a meal.”

I let out a laugh. I feel the walls melting. I relax my front.

“You’re right, Brendan. I was surprised that you brought me here, but it’s really good.”
“I wanted you to know who I am and what I am about, Miss. This is the best teriyaki in the city. I could have taken you to an upscale sushi bar and spent $40 instead of $7 and it wouldn’t be this good. I like substance. I seek out the absolute best there is regardless of the price or the package it comes in.”

I smile again.
“You weren’t joking about the third date, were you?”
“Dead serious, Miss.”

We share a laugh. You are formidable, boy.
“Do you have a whole list of bests ready to share with me?”

He blushes. It’s cute.
“I do, Miss.”
“If it’s all as good or better than this, I am looking forward to it.”

How quickly did this defrost me. I was worried that he would be pretentious and go out of his way to impress me. He actually impressed me by doing the opposite.

“It’s so good to see you smile, Miss.”

I blush.
“What?”
“I wasn’t sure how things were going to be. You came on so strong at the hotel that I didn’t know what to do. I was so nervous, but seeing you smile like that has made those nerves melt away.”

I arch my brow.
“So if I told you to get on all fours and kiss my feet, you would be just fine?”

The expression on his face is priceless. I laugh and smile. He blushes and long blinks. Don’t forget who has the power, boy. I’m enjoying you.

“Is it okay if I ask about you, Miss?”

Getting brave, boy?
“I’ll reveal details about myself at my leisure.”
“Yes, Miss.”

His reaction is what I hoped for. He looks bashful and ashamed for asking. We small-talk through the rest of dinner. He tells me the story of how he found this restaurant. It’s not a great story but I play along. I haven’t given him much to go on.

He peeks at his watch as we finish eating.
“Are we on a time limit?”
“Yes, Miss. We have about five minutes.”

I smile. Did you go all out, boy?

Brendan clears the table after we finish eating. He helps me back into my coat. This was a pleasant surprise. I would have never guessed that this little dive would have been so delicious. Brendan’s behavior seems more natural now. He holds the doors without hesitation. He’s polite. This is years of training and effort showing itself.

As we drive he doesn’t spill where we are going to next. I don’t ask. I want to be surprised. We drive for several miles, approaching the river that runs through the heart of the city. He pulls into a parking spot that’s near nothing. A black asphalt trail slopes down the hill. Brendan gets out of his seat and pauses at the trunk. I feel the car bounce and the clunk of it closing behind me. He opens my door and helps me out again.
My eyes speak to him. ‘Where are we, boy?’ He gazes back at me with a smile. ‘Trust me.’

He holds out his arm. I link mine in his as he leads me down the gentle slope. I lean closer and smell his aftershave. How long has it been since I’ve felt like this? Too long.

At the bottom sits the river. Its water ripples gently across the quiet night air. We walk up the path in silence. Even in my fur it’s chilly down here as the sun sinks low on the horizon. I feel my doubts creep in again. Are you foolish, boy?

Around a bend I see a wooden pier built that extends a short ways onto the river. For fishing, maybe? I follow his lead and before long we’re at the end. I release his arm and scrunch up my arms. He retrieves something from under his arm. It’s a blanket. He wraps it around me, draping it over my shoulders. I pull the ends up around my neck. I bounce up and down gently for warmth. I would have worn something different if I had known we would be down here. Why are we down here?

Brendan passes me a mug. I take a sip. Hot cocoa. It warms me up. He looks at his watch again. He asks what I have not.
“Why are we here? In two minutes you’ll understand.”

I feel his hands on my shoulders as he turns me to the right. He stands behind me. I feel his breath on my cheek.

“Are you warm enough, Miss?”

I nod and take another drink of cocoa. I want to ask him if he’s warm enough. I hold myself back. Come on, beast, where are you when I need you?

The light shifts and flickers off of the water. My eyes are filled with a series of red and orange hues, glimmering and sparkling as the water rolls by. The sun at the horizon is blinding. I zone in on the sparkling water. The water flashes and darts before my eyes. It’s mesmerizing. I watch it dance as it slides across to the far bank. The last glimmers burn with a fury as the darkness chases it away. It shimmers… it shines… it flickers… and it’s gone. The colors still flood my eyes as the river sinks into darkness. My breath shudders. That was beautiful. I want to thank him.

“This is my first date spot, Miss.”

I let out a laugh and turn to face him. His grin looks beautiful. I shove him away but I can’t hide my smile. I extend my arm and hold out the edge of the blanket. He slips himself under it and drapes the edge over his shoulder. I feel his other arm around my waist. His eyes tell me he wants to kiss me. Patience, boy. It will take more than this to seduce me. I’ll let you get close for now. The beauty you showed me deserves to feel my fur.

As we walk back up the path I feel the stirring in my heart. Well played, boy.

He opens my car door first. I sit down and bite my lip. You’re tearing down my walls. I know this feeling. I won’t fight to keep them up, but you will have to be something special for me to let you in. I remain silent as he begins to drive. I want to savor this. These feelings, it’s been so long.

“Where to next, boy?”
“It’s a secret, Miss.”
“Cheeky boy.”
“Of course, Miss. You know me well.”

I smile and shake my head. I feel like I’m finally seeing the Fcsie that I’ve come to know. Just because we’re in person doesn’t mean he’s not the same boy he’s always been to me. We drive back into the hustle and bustle of the city. He takes a few turns and we end up in a significantly less busy area. He finds a parking spot easily in front of a small lounge. Drinks. I nod in approval. He helps me out of the car and holds out his arm. I link mine in his and follow him into the lounge.

It’s small and dimly lit. Intimate. It’s empty.
“Can I get you a drink, Miss?”
“Vodka tonic.”

He departs to the bar while I find a seat. I choose a small booth. I keep my coat on. I need every advantage I can get to keep the power imbalance in my favor. Wait, what? When did that happen?

Brendan returns with the drinks and passes me mine.
“You are so beautiful, Miss.”

I smile. It’s nice being reminded of that.
“What are you drinking?”
“Diet Cola. I don’t drink alcohol.”
“Oh, so you’re trying to get me tipsy. Should I be testing this for roofies?”

Brendan laughs.
“I play the long game, Miss.”

My heart twitches. Damn you, boy. That is not your line to say. That line belongs to HIM. Shit. My composure is gone. He notices.

“I’m sorry, Miss, did I say something to upset you?”

I lower my eyes and take a drink. It’s not his fault. Don’t take it out on him. He deserves an explanation.

“Please don’t use the phrase ‘long game’ with me, boy.”
“I’m sorry, Miss.”

He fidgets awkwardly in the seat across from me. I just detonated his confidence. It wasn’t on purpose. I can take no pleasure in it. He glances at his watch.

“I didn’t bring you here for the drinks, Miss.”
“Then why did you bring me here?”

The stage area lights up and a number of musicians begin filing on. A man in a sparkling suit with microphone in hand steps into the spotlight. The lights in front of the stage begin to glow, illuminating a wooden dance floor. Brendan steps up and extends his hand.

“Would you care to dance, Miss?”

I feign disinterest.
“How do you know that I like to dance?”
“Umm… you’re a woman?”

I burst out laughing.
“Cheeky bastard.”

I take his hand as he drags me to the dance floor. The singer with the microphone begins to speak.
“This one’s going out to my man Brendan and the absolutely gorgeous woman that he must have threatened with violence to allow herself to be seen with him.”

Brendan holds up his middle finger.
“I gotchu brother.”

The band opens with a slow song. He places his arm on my hip and takes my hand. I feel my heart flutter. He leads me in the dance. He’s awful. Terrible. His rhythm sucks. His motions are awkward and jerky. This boy is wonderful.

I grab his collar and place my cheek against his shoulder. He raises his arm around me and slows into a slow cradling motion, swaying back and forth.

I hate you for this, boy. It’s not fair. Thank you.

I tug his collar. He leans his ear down.

“My name is Wanda. You will still call me Miss or Mistress.”

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2 thoughts on “fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 4 – Chapter 41

  1. Mixed feelings on this chapter, fur. Wanda seems to be going in and out of character a bit, and I know that you’re just trying to have her melt at the end to show how she’s being thrown off stride by her newly discovered feelings for her supposed victim, but I wonder what you’re working up to here. We’ll see.

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    1. Thank you, Lady Grey. The Wanda in me is definitely still a work in progress and hasn’t quite integrated herself entirely with her growing dominant persona. I was worried about how it would turn out as she is still in a process of battling with herself.

      Take care.

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