After a little convincing

"I don't know ..." You really like this young woman, the last thing you want to do is freak her out. Even just a hint of what you liked was shot down so fast by your last girlfriend that you've learned to keep your private fantasies private.

"You don't have to, Stephen," Sandra shakes her head sadly, "I shouldn't have even asked." In a way her embarrassment about even asking leaves the door open, but you are still concerned about her reaction.

"I really like you, Sandra, and I don't want to mess up what could be a good thing by freaking you out before we even get to know each other." The way her eyes light up and then lower to the fingers that twist together on her lap confirm that these feelings might be mutual.

"I guess you think I'm kinda a freak then." She smiles bravely, but you can see the doubt behind her brown eyes. "Can we just forget about this whole thing?"

"No, Sandra." You take her hand in yours and squeeze her fingers a little too hard. "I don't want to forget this; I've never had anyone be this honest with me before ... I guess I'm just not as brave as you."

"You think I'm brave?" Instead of pulling her hand free her other hand covers yours as she waits expectantly for your answer.

"Yes, brave and good and caring and" you hesitate before blurting out the final bit "and beautiful and well, in your own conservative way, really sexy too." As prose goes, the run-on list of her admirable characteristics is not much better than a fifth-graders first attempt at an essay but judging by Sandra's blush and the way her hands squeeze yours back you think you may have done alright after all.

"Wow, thank-you." She may have been planning on saying something else, but instead you find yourselves in each other's arms and her mouth is busy with a much more important task. The gentle kiss is short and sweet - a near textbook first kiss. There's no wild groping or tongue or seeing stars, but all the same you feel an almost electric tingling when you pull apart.

"Wait," you firmly pull away so there is a little space between the two of you. "If this relationship is going where I want it to, it has to be one of shared trust." Her brown eyes sparkle as she stares up at you expectantly. "You told me your deepest fantasies; I think I should let you know what I think about when I'm jerking off." You see her lips purse at the crude description, but almost immediately her gaze lifts to meet yours and she nods in understanding.

"There are three themes that keep surfacing in different ways whenever I let my mind explore what really turns me on." You pause for a moment unsure of how to go on, but there is something about the caring way that Sandra is waiting that encourages you to go for it. "I like being in control, and the woman is in my power, a chained captive or a runaway lost and alone and in need of shelter and food - a damsel-in-distress kind of thing. Along those lines I like the idea that my partner has little or no experience and that she needs a man to show her what he wants." So far this doesn't seem too bad, and Sandra's shy smile seems to show a certain kinship in these themes.

"What about the third one, Stephen." Sandra probes gently, "you said there were three." This last one is what caused your girlfriend to sulk off and you regret starting with announcing that there were three things, but Sandra refuses to let you stop now. "It's OK, whatever it is, can't be as bad as me getting off on being whipped and humiliated."

"I like having a choice of partners." You see her dark eyes narrow, and you try to explain before she gets the wrong idea. "Not in real life, Sandra. I've never even been tempted to cheat on my girlfriend, but in my fantasies, there are usually three or four different girls that I can pick from. I guess like my own little harem."

"Those aren't so bad, Stephen." Sandra almost giggles in relief and looking objectively at the list they really aren't that weird. "So, you'd like being a Sultan with a bevy of ****-girls at your beck and call?"

"Yeah, or" remembering how she became interested in bondage you try a memory that she can relate to. "Like you and the Barbarian Queen, I saw a late-night movie a couple years ago that got me all revved up." Sandra snuggles a little closer and bites her lip in anticipation. "It was a hokey Sci-fi movie from the fifties called The Queen of Outer Space starring Zsa-Zsa Gabor, but it wasn't the bombshell queen that I wanted. It was all the young underlings marching around in their short skirts and tight tops."

You pause to brush a clump of dark hair from her cheek tucking it gently behind her ear. "You see on this planet the women had revolted and gotten rid of all their men, so it was inhabited by only females and none of the younger women had ever been with a man." You smile a little as you realize how juvenile this sounds. "Too late these women realized that without any males there could be no future and then miraculously this spaceship from Earth arrives with four virile men." Sandra smiles back shyly as she sums up the scenario.

"So those four could have their choice of anyone on the whole planet ... and because the Venusian women desperately needed to reproduce, none of the innocent young females could refuse the Earthmen. They'd have to let them do whatever they wanted..."