David and Mistress Alice Part 1

[Nu****]

David had always lived a life of control and precision. As a successful lawyer, his days were dictated by schedules, negotiations, and relentless pursuit of perfection. Yet, beneath this façade of command lay a deep yearning for surrender, a desire he had barely acknowledged until he met Alice.

They met online, their conversations a dance of words that gradually ***led away David's layers of control. Alice was unlike anyone he had ever encountered—confident, enigmatic, and possessing an almost magnetic allure. When she finally suggested they meet in person, David felt a mix of excitement and apprehension.

The chosen venue was an upscale restaurant downtown, a place exuding sophistication and privacy. David arrived early, his nerves heightening his senses as he smoothed his tie and adjusted his cuffs. He chose a table near the back, secluded enough to feel intimate yet still within the elegant ambiance of the room.

Alice arrived precisely on time. She swept in with an air of grace and authority, her presence commanding the attention of those around her. She wore a sleek black dress that accentuated her figure, her dark hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. As she approached the table, David stood to greet her, but she simply nodded, a subtle smile playing on her lips.
“Sit,” she instructed softly, and he complied immediately, feeling a strange mix of relief and anticipation.

They exchanged pleasantries as the waiter took their orders. David found himself captivated by her voice, each word carefully chosen, her tone both soothing and authoritative. When the waiter left, Alice leaned in slightly, her eyes locking onto his.

“David,” she began, her voice low and compelling, “tonight, you will learn your first lesson in submission. Are you ready?”
David's heart raced, his pulse quickening. He nodded, unable to find his voice.
“Good,” she said, leaning back. “Your first lesson is about trust and control. From this moment until we leave, you will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. You will do exactly as I say, without hesitation. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” David replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
She arched an eyebrow. “Yes, Mistress,” she corrected.

“Yes, Mistress,” he echoed, feeling the words both strange and exhilarating.

The evening unfolded with a meticulous rhythm. Alice guided him through each course, instructing him on how to eat, when to drink, and even when to look at her. At first, David felt a surge of awkwardness, his instincts battling the unfamiliar submissive role. But as the night progressed, a calmness settled over him. The act of relinquishing control, of placing his trust entirely in Alice’s hands, brought an unexpected peace.

The restaurant buzzed around them, but in their corner, it felt as if they were in a world of their own. Alice's eyes never left his, her gaze both comforting and commanding. Every once in a while, she would ask him a question, her approval evident in her smile when he responded correctly.

When dessert arrived, a decadent chocolate torte, she instructed him to feed her. His hands trembled slightly as he lifted the fork, but her steady gaze bolstered his confidence. She took each bite with deliberate slowness, savoring the moment, her eyes never breaking contact with his.

As the evening drew to a close, Alice leaned forward, her voice a soft whisper. “You’ve done well tonight, David. Have you enjoyed your first lesson?”


“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice steady and sincere.

“Good. Remember this feeling of surrender. There will be more lessons to come.”

She stood, and he quickly followed, helping her with her coat. As they walked out of the restaurant, side by side, David felt a profound shift within him. The night had been a revelation, an introduction to a new world where he could finally let go and embrace the freedom of submission.

And as they stepped into the cool night air, David knew this was only the beginning of his journey with Mistress Alice.

[Pe****]

Very nice.

[Ca****]

Very well written. Bravo.