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“Nervous?” “A little.” Callie giggled into the phone. She felt high on a cocktail of emotions — nervousness, anticipation, excitement, and a giddy feeling that she was reluctant to try and name. Don’t expect too much, she reminded herself. People can be very different in person. “Understandable. But nothing will happen that you aren’t comfortable with, Callie. If all we do is get coffee and chat, that’s fine.” The fine hairs on her arms stood on end at the deep timbre of Ben’s voice. It had been a month since they’d decided to meet. Due to various commitments they hadn’t been able to settle on a date until last week, and they’d chosen this coming weekend. Tonight they’d finalized plans, and tomorrow Callie would be on her way, doing something she’d never imagined herself doing, but couldn’t now imagine not doing. The distance between them was about three hours, so they’d elected to meet midway. Their relationship had intensified over the last several weeks. They Skyped and spoke on the phone often. Callie felt herself falling deeper and deeper for Ben, though she kept it to herself. She couldn’t assume he felt the same. Perhaps all he was interested in was meeting now and then as Dom and sub. She wasn’t even certain he was looking for exclusivity. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “I know. I appreciate that, Sir.” “Mmm, Callie. You know you don’t need to call me that unless we are playing. But it does get my cock hard to hear it, especially like this.” She giggled. “I’m glad, Sir.” “Mmhmm… I could take it as teasing, and punish you for your impudence, slut.” Callie’s belly coiled with desire mixed with a tinge of apprehension. “Y-yes, Sir.” “Not now, though. You think about that tonight, and we’ll talk tomorrow. Enjoy your evening, Callie.” “Thank you, Sir. You as well.” She absently rubbed the goosebumps that covered her arms as she got into bed and shut the bedside light. Sleep would not come easy tonight. If Ben could induce such reactions with mere words across a phone line, her heart raced at the thought of what might Karaköy escort happen this weekend. … Callie was up much earlier than she needed to be the next morning. She knew it was no use trying to go back to sleep — her entire body was on alert, prickling with anticipation. She wondered if Ben was as worked up as she was, or if he still slumbered peacefully in his bed. Maybe he’d done this before, maybe it was no big deal to him. Callie shook her head. She was letting her anxiety get the best of her. Ben had given her no reason to distrust him. She busied herself double-checking her bag, making sure she had everything she might need. Unless things took an unforeseen turn, Callie had every expectation that she would be spending the weekend with Ben as his sub. He loved seeing her in lingerie and heels, and she’d bought some new things with this weekend in mind. She yearned to please him, to see in person the look of satisfaction on his face as she carried out his commands. At last it was time to leave. She’d double and triple checked everything. She was freshly waxed, save for a small triangle of hair, as Ben had requested. She’d painted her fingernails and toenails a deep crimson, and kept her makeup light and natural. She loaded her bag into the car and took a deep breath. She’d left all her travel info with Jill, just to be safe. Without her encouragement — well, pushiness — Callie never would have met Ben. Still, she hadn’t told her friend quite everything, just that she was meeting a man she’d been chatting with online. The nature of the relationship seemed too personal to share, at least until she knew whether it not it was going to work out. Please, let it work out, Callie thought as she backed out of her driveway, at the start of a journey in more ways than one. … Throughout the drive Callie had relaxed, listening to music and thinking back over her many conversations and Skype sessions with Ben. When they were chatting casually, their roles as Master and sub set aside, he was charming Kayaşehir escort bayan and quick-witted with a sharp sense of humor. He’d once told her that he loved that she could keep up with him, and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. He didn’t find many women who held his interest, even fewer that he could imagine taking as subs. She felt intense pride in knowing that he held her in such high esteem; it made her strive even harder to please him. She was jolted back to the present by the exit sign looming up ahead. Her stomach flipped as she realized that this was it. In a few minutes she’d be walking into the restaurant where they’d agreed to meet, meeting Ben — her Dom — in person for the first time. She pulled off the exit and followed the directions to a small, elegant Italian restaurant. After parking, she sat in the car for a moment, breathing deeply before getting out and striding into Cafe Baci. An attractive young hostess greeted her, and Callie followed her to a booth in a far corner of the restaurant. Ben was already seated, and as the hostess turned to walk away, he stood with a smile. “Callie. God, it’s so good to finally meet face to face.” He enveloped her in his arms, his firm body against hers feeling like the most natural thing in the world. A small whimper escaped her as she returned the embrace. Ben pulled back, leaving his hands lightly on her shoulders as he bent to kiss her cheek. “You’re even more beautiful in person. Sit, please. I hope you’re hungry. I’m starving, and this place is supposed to have excellent homemade pasta.” Callie squeezed her thighs together as she looked him over. Dressed in dark-wash jeans and a forest green cashmere sweater, he was incredibly handsome. He handed her a menu and kept the conversation going, with Callie’s shyness fading until they were laughing and chatting like old friends as they ate their meal. As the server was clearing their plates, Ben leaned back and smiled. “So, how are you feeling about everything, Callie? Questions, Escort Küçükçekmece concerns?” She twisted her napkin, pushing back the wave of apprehension that bubbled up. “Well… I’m glad we decided to meet. I’d like to continue the weekend as your sub.” Ben grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that, Callie. I’ve never felt this kind of immediate connection. But, as your Dom, I will tell you that we’ll be taking it slow, and if at any time you’re uncomfortable you must use your safeword. At the end of the weekend we’ll talk about how to move forward.” Under the heat of Ben’s gaze, Callie could only nod. When he reached over to cup her chin, her pussy tingled as she answered. “Yes, Sir.” … Ben had reserved a suite at an upscale hotel. Looking around the tastefully furnished sitting room, Callie spied the door that must lead to the bedroom. Her mind raced with all the things that might happen in there this weekend until Ben lightly touched her arm. “This weekend will be a test of sorts to see how you feel about submitting to me in real life. It will be quite different than what we’ve done online, and it may not work for you. Or for me, for that matter.” Callie couldn’t imagine it not working for her, but she appreciated Ben’s honesty. “And if it does work?” “If it does work then we’ll have to discuss logistics. We’ll meet as often as possible given the distance between us, and we’ll continue to use Skype when we can’t meet in person. I will work with you to get you where I want you as my submissive. I will push your limits, and you will do things you never imagined yourself doing — and you’ll want to do them. Eventually, if all goes well, we would talk about living together, or at least moving to be closer to one another.” It had barely sunk in before she felt his breath on her neck. “Now, let me see that you’ve followed my instructions as to how you were to be dressed and groomed.” Callie’s eyes widened, and she paused for just a moment. “Is there a problem?” “N-no, Sir.” Her fingers were already working on the buttons of her blouse. “Good.” Ben watched hungrily as Callie discarded her clothes until she stood before him in a black lace shelf bra and thong, stockings and heels. Her nipples stiffened as Ben raked his eyes over her body. “Very nice. But is that how you should present yourself to me, toy?” Damn it, Callie thought.