That Time I Ran Into [M]y [F]ormer Intern Turned Optometrist And Made Her My Submissive

This happened nearly 15 years ago now but I can still remember it like it was yesterday.  Going back all the way back to my University days, I worked for an eyeglass company as a lab technician who actually cut, ground, polished and shaped the lenses in about an hour.  If you haven't guessed what company that was for at this point, you need to watch more commercials. Leslie was a 15 year old high school student at the time, blonde and a bit gangly but a truly sweet girl who had more work ethic than most of the people who were being paid to be there.  Being one of the younger people in the store, she naturally attached herself to me and I didn't mind.  I had zero sexual intentions towards her and it was more of an older brother, kid sister vibe.  She spent four months working with us as a co-op student and it was her desire to go on and become an optometrist some day.  This was before Facebook or MySpace so while we exchanged phone numbers before she left, we never really kept in touch.  

Fast forward nearly a decade and I started getting headaches while reading.  Having worked in the industry I suspected I needed reading glasses so I made an appointment with a local optometrist office and thought nothing of it until I arrived for my appointment on Friday morning.  I was greeted by a smiling Asian woman in her 40s at the front desk and she advised me that Doctor XXXX would see me in a few minutes.  Now I knew Leslie's last name was XXXX but we hadn't seen each other in nearly a decade so it never occurred to me that it might be the gangly blonde teenager I knew from the job I had in University.  I was sitting patiently when a lovely woman in her mid twenties came from the back in a bright white lab coat, her blonde hair in a bun on top of her head.  She looked over at me with a smile and then her eyes blinked in disbelief and she said, "CJ?"

I was thoroughly confused for a minute and was about to ask if I knew her when a flicker of that teenage face came to me and her last name on the name tag suddenly brought her first name to my lips.  "Leslie?  Leslie XXXX?"

She laughed at that and came over to me as I rose.  She took my hands in hers and looked me up and down.  Leslie was tall for a girl when I first met her and she had grown a bit more since.  Fifteen year old Leslie had stood about 5'7" and 25 year old Leslie was about 5'9".  Now I am 6'3" and at the time was a fit 210 lbs so I have a bit of a thing for taller women.  Don't get me wrong, the petite ones are fine too but give me a leggy, tall blonde and I am in hog heaven.  Leslie had filled out beautifully over the years though it was hard to get a full read on her figure with the lab coat on.  My eyes darted to her left hand instinctively, looking for a ring but all was clear.  She caught my glance and grinned at me.  "No, I'm not married and it doesn't seem like you are either."  She rubbed my left ring finger and let go of my hands.  "So what brings you here after all this time?"

Well I was here for a reason so I explained the headaches to her as she led me back to one of the patient rooms. She nodded and said I probably needed readers but she would do a few tests.  She was very professional with me during the tests and did the standard tests checking me for glaucoma and looking at my eyes through her scope.  Finally we did the better or worse tests and she gave me a script for a pair of light reading glasses. Finally she leaned back and asked how I was doing and what I was up to now.  We caught up for a few minutes, laughing and chatting and it felt like old times except now I was looking at her as the lovely woman she had grown to be and not the gangly teen I'd known a decade ago.  After ten minutes or so she got to her feet and so did I.  "Well it was great catching up," she said with a smile, her hazel eyes bright and cheeks slightly flush.  I decided to just go for it.

"It really was," I said and took her hand lightly.  "What say we finish this conversation later tonight?  Are you still a pizza fiend?"  Leslie laughed at that.  When she interned with us she would get a pizza slice for lunch every single day and it was a bit of a running joke at the time.  

"I'm more of a wine and sushi girl these days, but if you think you can handle sashimi and edamame, I could be talked into it."  She smiled again and slipped her hand out of mine.

"That could be arranged," I grinned back.  "Seven work for you?"  She agreed and arranged to meet at a sushi place I knew a few blocks from my apartment.  We hugged briefly and I left the office and went to my car wondering where the night would end.     

I spent the afternoon finishing errands and making a quick trip to the gym.  After a shower and a brief nap it was almost time to go.  I decided on a pair of black jeans and black running shoes with a hunter green button up shirt over a white undershirt.  My ginger blonde hair and beard were neatly trimmed and I felt pretty confident as I entered the restaurant a few minutes before seven and chose a booth in a quiet corner.  On the dot of seven, Leslie walked in and it was all I could do not to drool.  

Her figure was exquisite, on the slender side but the goods were all there and on display.  She had chosen a floral dress with a form fitting bodice that emphasized her bust without being slutty.  The hem of her dress finished just above the knees and her ass looked spectacular underneath with a pair of red toeless flats on her feet.  Her makeup was subtle but made her look a bit more sophisticated and I rose as she approached and took her hand before we sat and squeezed it gently.  "You look unbelievable," I said with a broad smile of approval.  "So this is what little Leslie looks like, all grown up and out on the town.  Damn." 

She blushed a little and laughed.  "Well thank you kind sir and may I say you clean up pretty nicely as well."  We took our seats and the waiter arrived to take our drink orders. She started off with a chardonnay and I ordered the same.  I'm not a big wine guy but I also knew enough not to order a beer on a first date at a sushi restaurant.  Service was quick and we were sipping away and checking out the menu.  I let her order as I was kind of a sushi novice back then and we got to chatting about old times and things that had happened since we last saw each other.  I told stories about my consulting business and trips I had taken while she told me about university and her new practice.  She was sharing offices with a more established doctor and would often take his overflow, helping both of them as well as being able to split costs.  "I'll still be paying my student loans when my grandkids come visit me," she said and I laughed.  

"I know that feeling.  I only finished paying mine last year and I didn't go to grad school like you did."  I took a sip of my wine and smiled.

"Yeah well maybe you were the smart one," she chuckled and took a sip of her own.  She gazed at me and there was an almost audible click as our eyes locked.  Finally she looked away and shook her head.  "You know I had a ridiculous crush on you back then," she said and gave me a slow smile.  "I even wrote our initials in a heart on my sneakers and you never noticed."

"Well twenty-two year old guys who stare at fifteen year old girls' feet tend to end up with restraining orders and on the sex offenders list and that didn't feel like a good life choice at the time," I said and she laughed.  "So our initials in a heart?  Did you make me a mix CD?"

"Yes," she replied, still chuckling. "The worst kind of lovesick syrup too.  There may have been a lot of Destiny's Child involved."

"The horror," I gasped and we both laughed again when the food started arriving.  I wasn't 100% sure of what I was eating all the time but everything tasted great. Someone had mentioned to me once that sushi is an aphrodisiac and I don't know if it's true but between the food, the wine, the fun conversation and the gorgeous face and breasts across the table from me but I was becoming monstrously horny.  I was having trouble with my chopsticks and Leslie was laughing hard at my feeble attempts and finally put her hand on mine to assist.  In that moment I think we both knew exactly where this was going to end tonight.  

We finished up and politely declined the dessert that was offered and then settled up and went outside into the fresh night air.  "You know, my apartment is only about a five minute drive from here.  We could have more wine and," I paused there and turned and looked directly at her.  Her eyes were on mine and her mouth was just slightly open.  One step forward and she was in my arms and we were kissing, gently and carefully at first but with growing eagerness.  Wordlessly we went to my car and got in.  I started the engine and her hand was in mine for the drive back to my place.  Nothing was said and once we got into the elevator at my building we were all over each other again, no gentleness this time but kissing urgently and eagerly as my hands roamed her body and her one hand grabbed the back of my neck as the other one found my cock through my jeans.  

The elevator pinged and I unlocked my apartment door in record time.  We didn't bother with formalities like the bedroom and went at it again against the foyer wall as soon as the door swung shut.  I had her back to the wall, my thigh between her legs and my hand in her hair as my mouth moved from hers down to her neck and her shoulder, kissing and biting gently.  She buried her own head against the nape of my neck, moaning gently and then a hiss of pleasure as my hands slid under her dress and squeezed her ass tightly.  God that ass of hers.  It was firm, with skin as smooth as silk and I kneaded away as I pressed my thigh hard against her pussy.  After a moment she pushed me away and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the couch.  She pushed me back onto it and reached under her dress and pulled off her black panties.  Next she undid the strap on the back of her bodice to let her breasts out.  They were either a large B or small C but they looked glorious on her.  She then quickly knelt in front of me, undoing my belt and then tugging down my jeans and boxers to reveal my throbbing cock.  

Now I am not hung like a bull but I am not a small guy, 6'3 and well built and my cock is proportional, just a shade under 7 inches but very thick.  Apparently Leslie was happy with what she saw, muttering something like "I knew it!" under her breath but then spitting into her hand and slowly stroking the shaft before going to work on my balls.  She took them one at a time, gently suckling each and bathing them with her tongue as her hand slowly stroked my shaft.  I felt incredible and I moaned in approval.  My moans had her pick up her efforts almost instantly and being fairly experienced in the world of D/s I realized she had a praise kink.  "Fuck you do that so well, such a good little cock sucker," I told her, stroking my fingers in her silky hair and staring down to judge her reaction.  She let out a little moan and got back to work on my cock.  Interesting.  A little further this time.  "Tell me how much you love to suck my cock.  Show me what a horny girl you can be for me."

"Yes I love it, I love making you feel good," she replied almost instantly.  My sonar (my own private term for sensing submissive tendencies in women.  Sub radar so to speak)  had not pinged at all on Leslie but here she was on her knees, commando and worshiping my cock physically and verbally.  It just goes to show you never can tell for sure what someone will be like once their clothes come off.  Either way, she was giving it her all and her all was quite talented.  I wondered where she had learned to do this so well and decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth so to speak.  That being said, it was time to change things up a bit.  I gently took my cock away from her mouth and pulled her up to kiss me again.  She eagerly kissed back and then I told her to lay flat on her stomach and across my lap with her pelvis on my thighs.  

She seemed a little confused by this but compiled quickly and there I was with her across my lap, her perfect ass on full display as her dress was gathered at her hips and I kneaded her cheeks roughly for a moment before getting down to it.  "So you had a crush on me did you?" I said in a low voice and lightly cupped her pussy which was soaking wet.  You could see the juices glistening on her labia.  

"I did," she said and I gave her ass a light slap, just enough to make it tingle.  "What the hell," she started to say but I gave her ass another slap.

"I'm doing the asking," I told her firmly.  "But bad girls with bad thoughts need to be punished, don't you think?"

Seeing where this was going she eagerly entered the spirit of it and nodded vigorously and wiggled her ass a bit.  "Yes sir," she replied and I gave her a slow squeeze.

"Good Girl", I said and I swear she almost purred.  "Now did you have naughty thoughts and do naughty things when you thought about me?"

"Oh yes Sir," she said which earned her ass another slap.  "Every night Sir. Sometimes I would touch myself in the shower and pretend it was you Sir."  This earned her three quick smacks and she moaned loudly.  "I couldn't help myself, Sir.  You were just so tall and handsome and nice I had to play with myself."  Damn.  She was good.  

I slowly eased a finger inside of her and she shuddered but stayed quiet.  "Well I suppose a horny girl like you can't be blamed for doing what comes naturally," I said and started to slowly fuck her with my finger, twisting it inside her and pumping in and out.  She was moaning now too so I added a second finger and stretched her pussy out a little which had her wriggling and gasping like a trout on the dock.  "Mmm such a horny little slut, taking Sir's fingers so well.  Do you like it when Sir makes you his finger puppet?"     

"Yeessss," she groaned in happy agreement and wriggled her hips in a bratty way.  This earned her another smack on her ass, this one harder than the others and a nice red handprint appeared on her porcelain skin.  "I deserved that Sir," she said and then gasped loudly as a third finger entered her. "Please Sir, fuck me like the horny slut I am.  Make me your toy." 

Well I don't need to be told twice so I had her get up and straddle me, her bare breasts in my face and her slippery pussy grinding along my thick cock.  I reached down and had her position herself and when I nodded she sank down slowly, impaling herself on my rock hard cock.  My hands went to her breasts as she sank onto my cock and the nipples were like bullets on my palms. "Holy fuck," she panted as she took my whole cock inside of her.  Her pussy was absolutely soaked and her walls gripped me tightly but she was able to start rocking up and down, my cock sliding in and out, stretching her pink pussy and her hands went back onto my thighs to brace herself as her hips began to pick up speed.  I leaned in and sucked on her nipples as she rode my cock, eyes closed, moaning louder and louder as her ass pumped faster and faster, milking my cock for all she was worth.    

I could feel myself getting closer but that was not part of the game plan yet.  I stuck my thumb in Leslie's mouth and she sucked it greedily and then I pushed it down between us, seeking out her clit as her hips rocked and then pressing down on it hard and rubbing furiously as she rode me.  At this point her moans were more like shrieks and in less than a minute her whole body seemed to spasm.  I could feel the walls of her pussy constrict and loosed as her first orgasm ripped through her.  I'd been waiting for this moment and without a word hoisted her off my cock and propped her ass up and face down on the couch.  I spread her ass cheeks wide and then started eating her pussy like a starving man.  She was a sopping mess and my tongue gathered her juices greedily before dragging along her inner lips, across her entrance and all the way to her asshole. 

"God please, no it's too much, too much," she was whimpering but making no attempt to change her position.  I took this as "pray continue Sir," and slipped a finger inside of her, pumping hard as I tongue fucked her asshole. She was grunting now, just "ung, ah, gah, ung" coming out of her mouth and I believe she had basically lost the ability to speak. I told her what a sweet little cunt she had and how well she had milked my fat cock and what a beautiful little slut she was. Finally I added a second finger and this time she went completely over the edge.  She actually screamed in pleasure and she slumped down onto the couch, the dress still gathered around her waist, blonde hair a mess and her whole body shaking as the effects of her second orgasm ran through her.  

I left her like that for a moment and then scooped her up which seemed to surprise her.  Like I said, she was tall for a girl and probably about 140 lbs but I'm a big guy and was cradling her like a child to my chest as I took her into the bedroom.  I slid the dress off her and removed my own clothing and got into bed beside her and stroked her hair and let her snuggle.  I still hadn't cum yet but it was barely 9PM and there was lots of time for that.  She was rubbing my chest and sighing in contentment for a while and then finally she looked up at me with her pretty hazel eyes.  "That was … wow.  I'd had fantasies about you and how it would be but I did NOT expect that."

I laughed and stroked the soft skin of her back with my fingertips.  "Well I may not have had a crush on you back then but I can tell you I did not expect that either." I kissed the top of her head. "I can usually sense when a woman likes to be submissive in bed but I did not get that from you at all until it was go time."     

"So you're into all of that?" she asked and I nodded and smiled at her.  

"Very," I said.  "I've been a practising Dom for some time and can usually tell if a woman is submissive pretty quickly.  I didn't get it from you at all until you went down on me."  I smiled at her again and kissed her forehead.  "It was a more than pleasant surprise."

"Well I had to build a pretty no nonsense persona at school," she told me.  "The industry is still pretty much an old boys club and if you look weak they won't take you seriously."  She sighed again but this time her hand slid down and brushed my still hard cock.  "But that doesn't mean I want to be that way all the time.  It's nice to be the girl and let the man be the man."  She looked up at me and gave me an impish grin.  "But you already have that part figured out don't you?"

‘I think I may have an inkling," I said and swung my body over hers, her thighs parting to allow me access and my hard cock pressed against her.  "So what does a good girl do right now?"

She shivered just a little and closed her eyes. "She asks Sir to fuck her hard and fill her with his cum," she said and two seconds later I was pressing myself inside of her.  My hands grabbed her thighs and pushed them back into her chest and I pulled her hips off the mattress as I got on my knees and started to fuck her.  Hard.  My cock started pumping deep into her and the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room.  She let out a bit of a wail and was biting her lip as I drove my cock all the way in, over and over and her hands gripped my shoulders as I slammed down into her.  

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she was groaning and her exquisite pussy was milking my cock like her life depended on it.  I knew I wouldn't last much longer so I grabbed her hair and made her look me in the eyes.  

"Beg for my cum like a good slut," I told her and her eyes rolled back and her hips jerked up into me as she came a third time.

"Yes cum in me Sir, fill me with your cum and own my pussy! Please Sir, I need it."

That did it and twenty seconds later I was painting her insides with cum, spurt after spurt as I kept on fucking her.  Finally I stopped and pulled my cock free.  A long strand of our combined juices hung from it and I moved up her body , pushing my dripping cock inches from her face.  She needed no encouragement and had me in her mouth instantly, cleaning all our juices from me dick and then even reached down and scooped some from her pussy to swallow as well.  I flopped down on the bed next to her and just closed my eyes and relaxed for a moment, letting the post orgasm bliss wash over us both.  Then she was snuggling back into me and I wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her head again.  "Well, that was worth the wait," I said with a chuckle.

She looked up at me and grinned.  "I wasn't aware we were done for the night," she said and I winked at her.  

"Nobody said we were," I replied and then got up and got two bottles of water from the mini fridge I had in my bedroom.  I handed her one and she drank some greedily.  "Sir hasn't used all of you yet."

She looked up at me questioningly and then it dawned on her what I meant.  "Oh. That," She said.  One of the things that you aspiring Dom's reading this should know is, don't ask for things.  Expect them.  If she is truly not into it she will usually hesitate and then have questions or flat out refuse and that is okay, you move on.  But never ask if it's okay.  They want their limits explored and pushed.  I didn't say a word and after maybe fifteen seconds she said, "Sir should feel free to use me however he likes."

"Good girl."