Just call her back.

You dial the number again.

"Hey John. Don't be afraid." Her stern voice calms you.

"Hey." You reply.

"We're just going to talk a little at first, so don't be afraid, ok?" She soothes your fears.

"Ok, I'm cool. What do you want to talk about?" You manage.

"I'll be forward with you, because I'm not the kind of lady that beats around the bush. I'm a very intense person, and most men can't handle it."

"I can see that." You joke.

"Mmm hmmm. Well, I want to ask you a couple of questions."

"Ok."

"Do you know what BDSM is?" She asks bluntly.

"Yes, i do."

"Good. That's going to save me a lot of time. Second Question. Would you be interested in exploring that type of relationship with me?" Her sharp strict voice causes you to pause.

"I'm not sure, I mean we can talk about it." You ease in.

"Well, that's why i told you to call me." She smarts.

"Of course."

"So, let's talk."

"Ok."

"Tell me why you called me." Ms Connors voice is a touch impatient. You pause.

"I...don't know, I mean, I like to be bossed around. I've been into female domination for a while." You meander around the words.

"So, you are a submissive? What else do you like?" She takes charge.

"Being spanked." You offer.

"That's good. How about I make this a little easier for both of us?" She says cutting you off. There is a moment of silence.

"Sure."

"Ok John, just listen to me for a moment, and then I'll let you respond. I like to practice BDSM in my personal, and sexual relationships. I've tried normal relationships, and found that I prefer a partner who is willing to submit to strict physical and mental discipline. Currently I'm looking for an obedient bitch. This would be a consensual **** type relationship. Understand?" She explained. There is a long pause.

"This is all pretty sudden." You say.

"You don't say?" She laughs setting you at ease.

"You were also my school principal, it's a little strange. You know?" You offer and there is a gathered silence.

"That little prick in your slacks didn't think so." She teases sternly, and you nervously notice your current hardness. " What are you doing tonight?" She asks.

"uh, just relaxing." You play it cool.

"How about I come pick you up?"

The cool night air blows around you as you wait out on the street next to your house. You see her sleek black car pull up and the window rolls down. She has a knowing grin on her face, and is wearing a shiny black pvc catsuit with her boobs busting out. You open the door, and slide into the leather seats.

"Buckle up!" She orders and pulls away. You buckle the safety belt as she is rolling up the window with her black leather gloves. Her presence is intoxicating, and the smell of her perfume entrances you.

"Wow, nice catsuit." You gulp as the car roars along the road.

"Mistress loves to dress up." Her nose snarls upwards.

"It's very sexy." You awkwardly place your hands on your pants trying to hide your erection.

"Take off your clothes." She says suggestively.

"Right now?"

"Did I stutter?" She snaps quickly at you. You start slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

"I just thought we were going to talk about this a little more."

"bitch if I wanted to talk, I'd call a friend. You're here because you want something else." Her voice quickly chastised. "Now, take off your clothes! Or I could always take you back home."

"Ok." You offer pulling your shirt off, and slowly unbuttoning your pants before sliding them off. Ms Connor reaches over and grabs them throwing them in the backseat.

"Open the glove box!" She ordered and you reach out and open it revealing a pink leather spiked collar. She places her gloved hand on your naked thigh. "Be a good girl and put that on." She coaxed softly, as you jump to her touch

"Yes Mistress."

"That's it! You know how this game works bitch." She sneers her gloved hand flicks your hardness.

"ahh." You jump, and fumble with the collar. You finally manage to wrap it around your neck. She slowly pulls up to a house, and the garage door opens, and the car smoothly pulls in.

You loom behind her nude as she opens the door. The leash to your collar leads to her thin well manicured hands. The door flies open and she turns to you.

"This is my house, my rules. Slaves crawl." She added speaking in her distinct disciplinarian tone, and pointing down.