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Owner: When I arrived at Mara’s hotel, I saw her approaching..
Published: June 23rd 2025, 6:14:02 pm
Owner: When I arrived at Mara’s hotel, I saw her approaching from a distance. Our eyes locked for a brief second, but she quickly looked away. Shy. I could sense the nervousness radiating off her, yet I was instantly taken aback by how gorgeous she was. Even from far away, my gaze inevitably wandered downward… it was impossible not to. Her tits were absolutely mesmerizing, bouncing with every step she took toward me. My mind, of course, was already imagining how they’d feel under my hands.
As she finally reached me, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. “Hi,” she whispered. I could hear the tension in her voice, but I smiled, gently trying to ease her nerves. I opened the car door for her, ushering her into the passenger seat.
The drive began in polite small talk, but I could feel her anxiety lingering. It was understandable as she hadn’t experienced many situations like this before. Navigating these early moments with a new submissive always requires reading them carefully. With someone like Lou, who’s naturally playful and thrives on exhibitionism, I might have immediately instructed her to remove her panties — she loves that kind of teasing vulnerability. But Mara was different.
Her most prominent asset — quite literally — was sitting right there in front of me, straining against the fabric of her bra. I decided to make the first step both calming and stimulating. In a soft but firm tone, I ordered her to take off her bra. She hesitated for a moment, her hands slightly trembling, but to my delight, she obeyed.
As the bra slipped away, her breasts spilled free — full, heavy, and absolutely breathtaking. I had to focus on the road, but fuck, it was hard to tear my eyes away.
I could sense that giving her a task, even one as daring as this, actually helped her ground herself. Sometimes, providing clear, simple orders in moments of anxiety can shift a submissive’s mind into a safer, more comfortable headspace. That’s part of the beauty of this dynamic. Structure creates safety.
As we continued driving, I decided to push her just a bit further. “Take off your dress, too,” I instructed, my voice still calm but leaving no room for debate.
She gasped softly, nervously glancing around at the possibility of someone catching a glimpse. She wasn’t naturally exhibitionistic like Lou… not yet. But even so, after a few deep breaths, Mara followed through. The dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet. There she sat, naked and vulnerable beside me, her nervous breathing gradually slowing.
This moment — this edge between fear and surrender — is where trust is built. She didn’t know exactly what to expect from me. After all, interacting with someone you’ve only known virtually carries its own set of anxieties. But I could feel her walls starting to lower, bit by bit, as she realized that I wasn’t some cartoonishly terrifying Dom she might have imagined. I was firm, yes. Controlling, absolutely. But also deeply attentive to her state of mind.
We talked for a while as we drove — real talk. The kind that cuts through the surface and gets to the vulnerable core. I watched as her shoulders relaxed, as her voice steadied. The ice had been broken.
When we finally pulled up to the Airbnb, I handed her back her dress. “Put it back on, for now,” I said with a small smirk. She slipped it on, still flushed but far more at ease than when I first picked her up. We headed inside, and as soon as we stepped into the apartment, Lou was already waiting eagerly for us — her mischievous grin hinting at the fun that was about to begin.
Of course, the dress didn’t stay on for very long after that.