Not Your Usual First Date Pt. 01

Not Your Usual First Date pt. 1

She looked innocent and sweet but, oh my.

The usual disclaimer stuff, everyone having sex is over 18. There are no

STDs, unwanted pregnancies, and COVID is a thing for the distant future. There are no animals in this story, but if there were they would not have been harmed.

Mark grew up in Missoula Montana. His family owned a business that sold drilling and mining supplies. When it came time for college, a mining engineer degree seemed like a no brainer.

He did well in high school. Had the brains to do well and was afraid of his father's wrath if he failed to meet his high academic standards. He also did well athletically which made it easy to have the girls take notice. Mark had several girlfriends and lost his virginity at a 1980 church Christmas party two days after he turned 18.

From then until he left for college, he had what he thought was great sex. Being a little naive, he was to learn later that the sex had been fairly vanilla.

He had applied to several schools, but his first choice was the Colorado School of Mines. Mark was pumped when he got his acceptance letter. The first day of freshman orientation was a bit sobering. The first thing the dean said was, "Look at the person to your left and your right. They won't be here when you graduate."

He quickly found out that being a straight A student in high school was a far cry from being a 4.0 student at a tough college like Mines. Between studying and a part time job he didn't have the time nor the energy for a girlfriend. There were infrequent hookups at parties, but they were usually one-night stands.

He graduated in five years then stayed for an extra year to get his Masters. Disaster struck during that last year in the form of the oilfield going into one of its occasional 'readjustments'. Over half of the class had been heading for jobs in the oilpatch and now no one was hiring.

After sending out over 50 resumes with no results he started to panic then his dad called. He had heard from one of his customers that a small mining company in Denver was looking for an entry level (read cheap) engineer. Mark called as soon as he hung up to ask for an interview. A very pleasant-sounding young lady took his information saying she would call him back.

A few hours later he got a call from a Mr. Gregory, the president of Gregory Mining Associates. He was very easy going and they soon discovered they had the same work ethic and sense of humor. He told Mark his secretary would call back after he checked his schedule to set up an in-person interview.

He soon got a phone call from the secretary and after a very easy ten-minute conversation she asked if he was available for an interview the next day at ten o'clock. After hastily assuring her that he would be there and they said a cordial goodbye.

He dressed in his only suit but splurged on a new necktie. He made the one-hour trip in 45 minutes then sat in the parking lot for a half hour before it was time to go in. When he entered the office Mark was greeted by a very professional looking young lady about his age. She greeted him warmly and offered him a cup of coffee, which he accepted gladly.

She went back to typing a letter while Mark surreptitiously checked her out. She was very good looking with a chaste girl next door vibe. She was thin with maybe B cup breasts. She finished the letter and tore it out of the machine with a flourish.

"There, that's done, now we can chat a bit. We should get to know each other, I think. I probably shouldn't say anything, but Mr. Gregory was very impressed after talking to you. My name is Susan, you can call me anything but Suzie," she got out in a rush.

"Pleased to meet you Susan, as you already know, my name is Mark," he replied with a smile, then after a slight pause he added, "but you can call me Mark."

She laughed delightfully and started filling him in on the people who worked there. About ten minutes later the intercom on her desk went off and he was ushered into Mr. Gregory's office.

He greeted him warmly and they chatted over coffee for thirty minutes before he slid an employment package to Mark. It was hard not to react to the more than generous salary and perks. Mr. Gregory told him that the project he had in mind for him was in Idaho, about 100 miles from his hometown. It would be a two-year job at the minimum, and he was to start in two weeks. He signed the paperwork before shaking his hand. After leaving Mr. Gregory's office he was not quite sure if he had walked out or floated out on cloud nine.

Susan laughed when she saw the look on his face. He just grinned at her then, his mouth on automatic, he asked her out to help him celebrate.

"I'm sorry, I don't date coworkers," she said firmly.

"Well technically we won't be coworkers for two weeks," Mark said hoping that argument would persuade her.

"Yes, that's true, but after that we will be," she said slowly.

"Look, I will be in Idaho for two years. At most we would talk occasionally on the phone, probably no physical contact at all," he reasoned.

"Well, um, how open minded are you?" she asked looking at him intently.

"I am pretty open minded; you have to be able to adjust your thinking as an engineer."

"I think I will take a chance on you. There is a new club downtown that I would like to try, are you up for a new experience?" she asked.

"Sure, why not?" Mark replied eagerly. "Where and when do I pick you up, what is the dress code?"

"Casual, a nice polo and khakis would be nice," she told him smiling. She scribbled her address down. He carefully folded the paper and put it in his wallet before grinning insanely one more time and leaving.

It was an hour back to Golden. After picking out the clothes he would wear and fixing a sandwich he still had six hours before picking up Susan. He used the time to tell the landlord he was leaving at the end of the month. He called his dad and thanked him profusely for the tip. Dad proudly said 'Bullshit, you got the job on your own.' Mom was happy that he would only be two hours away. He went to the carwash and got the deluxe wash and interior detailing.

With those chores done there were still three hours to wait. After wandering the apartment for a while he searched his bookshelf for a book on mining in Idaho. This distracted him long enough that before he knew it, it was time to get ready. Looking in the mirror he saw a clean cut, semi handsome young man stylishly dressed for a night of clubbing.

He wasn't even nervous as he pulled up to Susan's apartment building. Going into the foyer he found the intercom then buzzed. Her voice asked who it was but before he could answer, the door made an anemic clicking noise. He rode the elevator to the fourth floor then knocked on her door. To say he was surprised at what greeted him is a massive understatement.

Instead of the sweet blond he expected, he was faced with a young woman sporting three-inch multicolored spiked hair sticking up all over. Her makeup was heavy and all black. Her lips were a glossy black color.

He took a half step back and in a shaky voice asked, "Is Susan here?"

She laughed heartily, showing that she was wearing a hot pink tongue stud. She took hold of an arm and dragged him into her apartment. As he slowly recovered, he took in her clothing. She had a wide velvet choker with the word slave in rhinestones. She wore a T-shirt that was two sizes too small. The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was evident by the large hard nipples trying to poke through. It ended just above the top of her leather short shorts that had to have been painted on. Fishnet thigh highs came nearly to her crotch. Her legs were stuck inside knee length black leather boots with four-inch heels.

He took all this in before noticing what her T-shirt had written on it.

Beat Me

Bite Me

Kick Me

Fuck Me

He looked back up to her face, she had a challenging little smile going on. They just stood looking at each other waiting for the other one to say something. The silence was getting to the awkward stage when he blurted out, "So, are you ready to go?"

That broke the ice, she smiled saying, "Sit down Mark, I'm sure you have a few questions."

That of course, was a massive understatement.

"Let me start off," she said. "I have two different lives. During the week I am the sweet, very efficient perfect secretary. But that is not who I really am. On the weekends I like to let loose and go out to certain clubs. Their customers are like I am, people that like to let their hair down and either take or give orders."

Seeing the confused look on his face she continued, "The clubs are BDSM clubs. Not sex clubs per se, but if all parties are willing that does happen."

"I see, so from your, um, advertising on your chest you are a masochist?" he asked.

"Well, yes and no, I am a submissive. I do like a little pain, oh hell, I'm not going to lie, I enjoy a lot of pain. But a large part of my kink is that I like being humiliated. I like someone, no NEED someone, to call me names and treat me badly."

She let him absorb this information while she went to the kitchen and brought back an iced bottle of vodka and poured two large shots. As she handed him the drink she could see the wheels churning.

"So, what is it that you want me to do?" he asked.

"You need to have an open mind. Do you have a dominating personality? I thought I saw hints of that when you were at the office."

"I do have a take charge side. I like to guide the outcome of events. Have I ever humiliated anyone, no." he explained.

"But could you? If you saw that I needed you to spank me, slap my face, call me a worthless cunt, could you do that?" she said as she stared intently into his eyes.

"I'm not sure. Part of me is repelled at striking a woman, part of me is very excited to see how far I could go."

"It would help if you kept in mind that I want you to do these things to me."

"Yes, yes that does excite me a little bit," he said grinning.

"Ok then, pound that drink and get ready for a new world," she said standing up.

He asked to use her bathroom, and she pointed down the hall. On his way back to the living room he glanced into her bedroom. On a wooden coatrack was an assortment of whips, restraints and other items. Interesting, very interesting, he thought to himself.

As they were walking out the door he boldly asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"I don't think so," she said frowning.

"Really? Just where the hell is your leash you stupid bitch?" he asked calmly.

With a gleam in her eye, she turned and almost ran to her room to retrieve a black leather braided leash. She went to her knees at his feet, then lowering her head, she presented the leash to him. He took the folded leather from her and lightly tapped her cheek with it saying, "Good little slut." She let out a little moan then taking the leash back clipped the snap into her choke collar.

He accepted the other end before jerking on it growling, "Well stand up unless you want me to parade you through the building on your hands and knees."

She moaned a little louder as she got to her feet, then purred, "Maybe when we come back."

He pushed her down the hall toward the elevator so he could look at her ass. The leather shorts were so tight and short that half her ass cheeks were exposed. He shook his head wondering what he was doing and how this night would progress. Susan looked back and caught him staring at her ass, instead of being offended she swayed her hips even more than before.

He thought about Susan calling herself submissive. Mark didn't really know anything about it other than a stag film in the frat house of a woman being flogged and spanked. He hadn't gotten excited watching it, not like he had been excited when Susan told him what she wanted him to do to her.

Susan was very quiet on the drive to the club. She responded to his questions but never volunteered anything. As they pulled up to the club, he realized that even with all her experience she was still nervous. He wondered what that was all about as they left the pickup with the valet attendant. Then it hit him. She was worried about how he would treat her. He gave her a confident smile and resolved to keep an open mind. He attached the leash to her choker and gestured to the door. He would humiliate this young woman, no this worthless piece of meat, make her proud of him.

They entered the club and found it to be a low-ceilinged square room. There were tables in the middle, a bar covered two walls, one wall had booths. The last wall had what looked like motel room doors with numbers on them.

About a third of the tables were occupied and he chose a small two-person table near the bar; at the last moment he curbed his instinct to pull Susan's chair out for her. He sat down leaving her standing next to the table. After hesitating several seconds, she slowly dropped into her chair.

He immediately pulled on the leash sharply. With a startled look she stood up. He kept pulling on the leash until she stood next to him. He pulled her head down to his and almost shouting over the sound of the hard rock music said, "Who the fuck gave you permission to sit down you stupid bitch?"

He jerked the leash again and Susan sank slowly to the floor. He nodded in satisfaction then ignored her as he took in his surroundings. A waitress soon appeared, and Mark told her he would have a Tuborg ale. When she glanced toward Susan, he told her, "Bring her an iced vodka. Serve it in a dog bowl if you have one."

This got a knowing look from the waitress. When she returned, she set his ale and a frosted glass in front of him then asked with a raised eyebrow what she was to do with the cheap plastic bowl she held. He merely pointed to the floor. With a small smile and an approving nod, she put the bowl on the floor then patted Susan on the head before moving to another table. Mark poured his beer then took a satisfying swallow. He noticed that Susan had not moved. She was kneeling and looking up at him, waiting for instructions.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid cunt? I buy you an iced vodka and you sit there like a worthless fucking statue letting it get warm," he yelled.

She quickly got on all fours and began lapping up the vodka like a dog. When she had licked the bowl dry, she slurped up the remaining drops that had spilled onto the none too clean tiled floor. When she had cleaned everything up, he casually put both feet on her back, using her as a footstool. He could feel her trembling through his booted feet. But was it excitement? Fear? Happiness? He decided it was a combination of all these things.

After half an hour he felt Susan trembling again. This time it was from the strain of trying to maintain her position as a footstool. He waited five minutes then put his feet on the floor and stood up. He started toward the restrooms pulling her along by her leash. She had been bent over for so long she had lost feeling in her arms and legs. She only made it two small steps before she collapsed onto the floor.

Mark knelt and pulled her head up by her spiked hair. "Either get up right now or I will drag your worthless ass the rest of the way."

With a massive effort she got on all fours and began slowly moving. When they reached the men's room he found that there were hooks on the door. He pulled her to her knees and attached the leash to the door so that she could neither sit nor stand. If someone wanted to enter the room, she would be forced to shuffle forward on her knees to let them open the door. He was standing at a urinal when a man entered the room. Soon another man entered, before he had finished and washed his hands six different men had come and gone from the restroom. Mark smiled at himself. Three of the men had not even used the facilities, only helped him to humiliate his date.

He yanked the door open, catching her off guard. She fell on her face painfully pulling her arms above her head. Before she could recover, he pulled on her leash to get enough slack to unhook it from the door. Still pulling he jerked her to her feet. She stood there with her head down shaking badly. He was concerned that he had gone too far when he realized that she was having an orgasm. To confirm this, he cupped the crotch of her shorts. They were wet and the heat coming off her pussy was like an oven. He turned her around and shoved her toward their table. Every step of the way he used the bitter end of the leash to whip her ass. Damn, he thought, I would love to pull those shorts down and fuck her right here. When they got to the table, he started to sit down then smiled to himself.

"Stand there and don't even think about moving," he told the woman.

He went to the bar, when the bartender greeted him Mark asked, "Would you happen to have a sharp knife or a box cutter?"

The bartender opened the cash register and held up a folded straight razor, "Will this do?" he asked.

"Oh yes, that is absolutely perfect," Mark replied smiling.

When he reached the table, he slapped Susan's ass and said, "Turn around, all fours bitch."

When she had complied, he said loudly, "Don't move no matter what happens, we don't want any accidents, do we?"

He opened the razor and very carefully slit the seam of the shorts. He felt her twitch once and stopped. When she had herself back under control he finished his work. As he had assumed she was not wearing any underwear, there was no room for them inside those tight shorts. In this position the shorts were spread open about three inches. The smell of her overheated pussy was intoxicating. He sat down and admired her beautiful ass and pussy. He had two fingers at her pussy when he had a better idea. He stuck out his foot. He was wearing pointed toe western boots.

Pulling on the leash he said, "Sit your slutty little wet cunt down on my boot."

Even with the loud music he could hear her moan as she lowered her hips down to his foot. She stopped for a moment when she made contact then slowly sank down. She stopped when she had about three inches inside her pussy. She began a slow rocking motion and Mark helped her out by flexing his foot inside her full hole. It only took about two minutes before she started to spasm on his boot. He felt his boot getting warmer and realized she was squirting all over him. He had only experienced one squirter before. The girl had been so embarrassed that she quickly dressed and ran from his room. Susan was definitely not running anywhere. She continued to ride him until she had another orgasm and squirted more juices onto his boot.

She looked as though she was going to pass out, so he placed his other booted foot on her back and pushed her off of him. She slumped face down onto the floor. He let her have a couple of minutes to recover then pulled her to her knees using the leash.

"Clean my boot you useless slut. What kind of a whore gets off on having a dirty boot in their cunt?" he said sneering.

She had a grateful look on her face as she eagerly began to use her tongue on the wet leather. When she was finished, he told her to turn around so that her ass was facing the rest of the room. He directed her head to his leg and allowed it to rest there. He raised an arm above his head to signal the waitress, two women competed to see who would get there first. The waitress that had served them when they arrived beat the tall redhead to the table.

"I think another beer please. And a large water for my pet," he chuckled, "In a glass this time I think."

She gave him a smile and turned toward the bar. The redhead put a napkin on the table. It said Kandi and a phone number written in red. She gave him a wink and moved away without saying a word.

When the waitress returned, she also left a napkin with Bridget and a number saying, "You are exactly what I am looking for. An innocent looking young man I can take home to mama then have you torture me when we get back to my place. Please call me."

He glanced down and saw Susan staring up at him. Mark very carefully folded the napkins and put them in his wallet. When he looked down again Susan said, "Please." Nothing else.

"Please what? What the fuck do you think you are doing by asking for something?" I glared at her.

"Please fuck me, fuck me hard. Make it hurt and feel good at the same time." she begged.

"What, you want me to fuck you right here, right now?" he demanded. "You want me to cut the rest of your clothes off and fuck you right on this table? You want everyone to see what a submissive slut you are?"

"Oh god, that would be so hot, and I will do it if you want. But what I would like is to go back to my place and have you use a douche on me, to clean the filth out of my cunt, so that it is safe for you to fuck me." she begged. "Can we do that, please?"

"You want to walk out or crawl?" I asked smiling.

Without a word she went to her hands and knees then looked back at me as she slowly swayed her hips. With a chuckle I threw far too much money on the table and proudly followed my submissive little slut to the door, dropping the razor on the bar on the way out.

Thanks for reading and keep watching for part 2. Let me know if you think Kandi and Bridget would have a good time with Susan and Mark.