., "Easyto flip up over your waist." I intended for our first date to end notin the usual first kiss scenario, but in the more proper D/s context of a...firstdiscipline scenario. But I still hadn't learned enough about her actual D/sinterests or limits, so I wasn't quite sure how far to go the first time. Thedifference between reality and fantasy can be a rude awakening for someonethat has never experienced discipline before. Therefore, I decided to sendher an email with three choices. I figured. As a result she had begun to wonder if this was all life had to offer.Gwendolyn Morrow was thirty-seven, wife and mother of Daniel, their seventeen year old son. Everyone called her Gwen which somehow seemed more apt for a woman who stood only 4’9”. She was pretty, if not gorgeous, a pleasant face, short black hair, dark complexion and deep green eyes. Although short in stature her body was perhaps her best feature with full breasts and hips which caught ones eyes the moment she entered a room.. I stared at her beautiful face absolutely dumbfounded. I always got nervous around attractive women and I’d started stared off horribly with this one. I’d always heard women like their men talk, dark, and handsome. Standing at just over six feet, with short dark brown hair I figured I had at least two out of three covered, but the last was up for debate. I considered myself an average looking guy who’d never stand a chance with a girl that looked like this. I guessed her height and around five. The darkness seemed to never fade.“Welcome home,” he whispered in my ear. When we entered Lucifer’s home, it was almost modern yet old fashioned inside. There were old paintings from years before my time and further back to times I hadn’t known existed. The floors were marble and the furniture is what was modern. A red chaise lounge was up against one side of a wall while there was modern chic chairs on the other side. Chandeliers marked the ceilings that we’re absolutely gorgeous. I would.