The Blind Date

Elissa O
15 mins read
Published over 1 year ago

My Lyft pulled in front of Labaro’s. I stepped out of the car, smoothed out my shirt, and slipped my phone into the back pocket of my skinny jeans. 7 pm, I was right on time. 

My heart was pounding and butterflies had inhabited my stomach. A blind date with a woman I met on Fetlife on Valentine’s Day might be the dumbest choice I’ve made in a long while. 

It was too late to back out now.


15 minutes ticked by. I felt stupid at this point. Being stood up on Valentine's Day by the person I had been messaging for three weeks was a new low. 

“Would you like another gin and tonic?” The waitress asked. I nodded and she was off to fetch another. I saw a short-haired woman barreling towards me in a huff. 

“Ava?” she asked confirming I was indeed her blind date. I stood up and outstretched my hand. Her hand felt soft. I liked a woman who moisturized, but does it make up for the 15-minute tardiness? We’ll see. 

“You must be Harper,” I smiled and sat back down. 

“I apologize for being late, I was quite nervous and couldn’t settle on an outfit choice and then there was no parking. Also, my dog pooped in the house before I left,” she paused, “I’m rambling.” 

Her cheeks began to turn pink. I relaxed instantly. She was simply adorable. I loved that she wasn’t stoic or overly reserved in emotion. 

“Your outfit looks really nice,” I commented, unable to stop looking her up and down. Her denim joggers and floral button-up spoke to me. She was still blushing. 

She ordered a drink and we exchanged a bit of small talk until our food arrived. We ate somewhat slowly as we got lost in conversation. She was as amazing and funny as I thought she was online. I watched her every movement not wanting to miss a thing now that I had the pleasure of seeing her in person. 

My mind traveled to our most recent conversation about tonight. The flirtation was strong and several sexual acts were mentioned, but now sitting face to face I felt overcome with embarrassment for saying the dirty things I said. I wondered if Harper was having the same dirty thoughts that I was right now. The conversation was so casual and normal. I hoped she was feeling the same attraction that I was right now. 

“Happy early birthday by the way,” Harper said yanking me from my thoughts. 

“Thank you, however, I can’t say I’m stoked to be turning 28.”

“I’m offended,” she faked dismay. “I’m almost 33,” I giggled at her, unable to hide how much I was enjoying these interactions. It felt like I’d known her forever. 

We talked about everything under the sun during dinner. Our conversation hadn’t traveled to sex yet or anything of that nature, but our eyes were speaking a different language. Every so often Harper would lay her hand over mine and trace over my veins. This small touches and knowing looks began building the sexual tension between us. 

After finishing our meal we sipped on the rest our of drinks somewhat slowly. A quietness fell on us for a few moments. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” Harper said in a suspicious tone. 

I looked at her questioningly.

“Join me?” she asked. My cheeks heated up and I slowly nodded my head. I attempted to pay for the check but Harper insisted and took care of it. 

We walked towards the bathroom. I tried to play it cool, but it felt like the entire restaurant could see inside my head full of the dirty things I hoped would be coming. 

Harper followed closely behind me. We slipped inside the one-stalled bathroom. The second I heard the door lock, her hands were at my throat pushing me against the wall. Our tongues found each other instantly. 

“Fuck, Ava,” she huffed creating the smallest amount of space between our lips. I smashed my lips back into hers, grinding against her hips. I could feel my clit starting to throb. I needed this to be moving faster.  

“Fuck me,” I growled at her. 

She grabbed my ponytail and pulled down on it so my chin lifted towards the ceiling. It took the air out of my lungs. 

“That’s not how you ask nicely,” Harper spoke sternly. The butterflies in my stomach were frantic now.  

“Please,” I asked. 

“Please what?” she yanked on my ponytail again, but harder this time. I let out a quiet yelp. 

“Please fuck me.” 

I was then spun around and my head shoved onto the counter. Harper roughly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down to my thighs. I felt so exposed and embarrassed like that. I started to push them down further hoping to take them all the way off. 

“No, no, leave them there.” Harper grabbed my hands and held them against my back. I whined briefly but then started to wiggle my ass bringing her attention back to my pussy. 

“What. A. Slut,” Harper teased running her fingers lightly over my clit. “So fucking wet.”

“No!” I playfully denied. “I’m not a slut.” 

“Oh really, Ava? You’re not a slut?” she questioned while shoving her fingers covered in my wetness into my mouth. I sucked on them until they were clean. 

“Just fuck me please.” My clit throbbed harder. 

“Admit you’re a little slut for being so wet.” 

“I’m a filthy slut for being so wet. Please fuck me,” I said all but begging. Her fingers pushed inside me and began fucking me hard. I moaned and instantly felt her hand over my mouth. 

“Shhh, we don’t want to get caught.” 

She fucked me harder and harder until I was about to cum around her fingers. My pussy was tightening and right. I was almost there just as her fingers disappeared leaving me in agony. I stomped my foot on the ground and let out a gasp. In an instant, I was upright and being swung around to face her. 

“Let’s go,” was all she said as she pulled my pants up. I was breathing heavily now in disbelief. And I was so fucking turned on. I didn’t know if I could make it back to my house. 


Harper led me to her car and opened my door. She leaned in and began to buckle my seatbelt. I was a bit surprised by this, and reached my hands out to take it from her. She shook her head and gently clicked it in herself. 

As she pulled her head out of the car her lips neared my neck. I moaned as she trailed kisses down my neck. It felt like my stomach was in my chest. Goosebumps ran down my arms. 

“Are you going to tease me all night?”  

All I got was a smirk in return. 

“My house alright?” Harper asked to my surprise. I had assumed we’d be going to mine. I don’t know why I assumed that, her clear desire for control should’ve indicated this choice earlier in the evening. 

“That sounds nice,” I responded keeping my voice even. 

We made small talk as we drove. We pulled into her driveway. Her house was simple yet beautiful. It wasn’t too big, but wasn’t small by any means either. We went inside and Harper motioned me to sit on the couch.

“Red or white?” 

“Oh I don’t drink wine,” I tried to say politely. 

“Interesting. Vodka or tequila?” 

“Tequila,” I smiled. She poured us drink and sat down at the other end of the couch.


“Okay, so you’re saying that you’d rather eat pizza for every meal than never eat it again?” Harper asked in disbelief. 

“Yes 100%. I couldn’t live without pizza. What would you eat forever?” 

“That’s hard. I don’t know if I have any favorite foods like that. If I had to pick it would be quesadillas.” 

These questions went rapid-fire back and forth for at least a few hours. The chemistry between us was undeniable. 

Eventually, silence fell over the room and we just looked at each other. I would look in Harper’s eyes and then quickly avert my gaze with a flushed smile on my face. She made me feel so exposed. 

Harper finally broke the silence. “I think we should talk about a few things before we take this further. Is that alright?” 

“Yes, that’s alright with me.”

“We’ve been talking online for weeks. And now we’ve met face to face. Our chemistry is there. And I’d like to have you as my girlfriend and my submissive.” She spoke very quickly. I could tell she was a tad nervous putting herself out there like that. “I know it might seem a bit rushed, and we can take things slow, but I really like you. I want you to be mine.” 

I looked at her a while not answering, keeping my face neutral until finally, I was able to get words out. 

“I want to be yours. I like you too, a lot. I’d love to be your submissive.” 

Our eye contact didn’t break at all. Harper flew across the couch pushing her lips onto mine. I felt as though I was living a dream. As we made out, Harper pushed me onto my back and started removing items of clothing. I pulled her shirt off and then her bra. Her nipples were perfection. I started sucking on them giving each one the attention it deserved. 

“Fuck,” Harper moaned pushing her nipple further in my mouth. We were grinding on each other fiercely. 

In the next moment, Harper grabbed a fist full of my hair ruining my ponytail. Her mouth met my neck and she bit down. I yelped, more turned on than ever. We were making out again now rolling onto the floor. Harper shook her pants off and shoved my head down on her pussy. 

“Fucking lick me,” she growled. 

My mouth went to work. She was so wet. I ran my tongue over her clit and down to the opening. I slipped my tongue in and out briefly before going back up to the clit. I could feel her throbbing on my tongue. I went up and down and all around. I eventually found a good rhythm that Harper clearly enjoyed. Her moaning was all the motivation I needed to keep working.   

“That’s right you little slut.” she gripped my hair harder and worked my mouth up and down on her. I moaned loving the fact that I was serving her pussy. 

“Harder. Fucking lick me harder, you little slut. What, you’re getting tired? Keep fucking going.” 

I could feel my pussy dripping wet at the things she was saying to me. I felt her clit throb harder and harder until finally, I felt all her muscles tighten. She pushed my head harder onto her pussy and moaned. A moment later she let all the air out of her lungs a relaxed her whole body while pushing my head away. 

“That was so fucking hot.” I had a grin from ear to ear. 

Without skipping a beat she turned me over and spread my legs apart. She started pumping my pussy with her fingers. I started moaning and screaming it felt so intense and so fucking good. 

“Scream as loud as you want. No one will hear you.” 

I orgasmed again and again. Then Harper switched to rubbing my clit until I came that way. I was a shaking pile of mush but she kept going. I was high on sex. 

After a while, she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Safeword if you need to. You know this, but I’m reminding you.” I nodded at her to show I understood. 

“Say you understand with your words, babygirl,” she demanded. 

“I understand.” She turned me to my back I assumed for some relief. I was wrong. Her mouth made contact with my clit instantly.

“I-I can’t take anymore.” My voice and body shook. I kept saying no no no but I loved that she wouldn’t stop. I loved how she was pushing me.

“Oh my god. Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” I screamed and orgasmed again. I knew I could have multiple orgasms but I had no idea my body could do this. She didn’t let up. I was in heaven and no longer present on earth. 

After countless more forced orgasms, she picked me up and carried me down a long hallway. We turned left into her bedroom she laid me down on her bed and put the blankets on me. My body was still shaking from the events in the living room. 

“Ava, you’re going to be the end of me. That was,” she paused, “unmatched. Amazing.” 

All I could do was smile back at her and wiggle my butt into her hips. She held me and we laid there until we both fell asleep. 


My eyes opened the next morning and Harper’s arms were still wrapped around me. I realized I had brought nothing with me. The realities of my situation were sinking in. I’d finally met her, she was amazing, and we were really going to have a go at this whole 24/7 D/s thing. I was overwhelmed by the idea that my dreams were coming true. 

“Good morning,” Harper said from behind me. 

“Morning,” I smiled. 

“Last night was-

I cut her off giggling. “Mind blowing. Incredible. Unimaginable.”

“All of those things and more.” 

Harper turned on the shower for us and she started washing me. I never thought of a couples shower as that sexy. I hated having to share the water normally, but her shower had two shower heads. It was relaxing to feel her hands roam over my body as she washed me. We were fairly quiet as we showered together. It was a peaceful quiet. I felt so safe and comfortable with Harper. 

“I should get home,” I told her as I got my clothes on. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. Last night was so perfect. 

“I’ll drive you. I don’t want you wasting money on a Lyft.”

“That sounds great, thank you so much.” 

“Let’s meet again soon and talk about what this dynamic will look like, that sound alright?” she asked. 

“Yes, that works for me.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met sweetly.

We started to walk out to the car, but as I went to open my door I was being pushed up against it. 

“Hmmmmm,” I moaned feeling Harpers kissing my neck. My knees melted. My neck might be my greatest weakness. I turned around and looked up into her eyes. They held all of my attention. 

“Ava, I don’t think you should leave yet,” Harper whispered in my ear while holding onto my waist. 

“Oh really?” I could feel my cheeks heating up. The butterflies were awake again. 

“Really. I have something I want to show you.” 

She took my hand and led me back inside the house. We went down the opposite hallway as the night before. 

“Where are-

“Shh.” 

We reached the end of the hallway and slowly Harper opened the door. Immediately I realized the day was about to get a whole lot more interesting. 

“Oh my god,” I gasped. 

The bed frame was large, sturdy, and had several restraint loops. The room was dimly lit. I looked to the left and there was what looks like a dresser, but somehow I doubted there would clothes inside. 

“What do you think?” Harper asked. 

“I feel nervous and excited,” I said honestly. 

“There are some rules I’d like to go over for when we come in here and make sure they’re all okay with you.” 

I had to force myself to listen to her words because the yearning was building up inside to an intense degree. I just wanted her to rip my clothes off and use me. 

I nodded my head indicating she could proceed. 

“First, when we come in here or I send you in here I want you waiting in your underwear with your face in that corner.” She pointed to the furthest right-hand corner. “You will address me as Sir, you will request permission to orgasm, and you conduct yourself in a respectful and obedient manner. Are you okay with all of that?” she asked looking me right in the eyes. 

I felt so see-through. She then went over safe words. We agreed to the color system—red, yellow, green. 

“Yes, I agree to all of that.” 

“I’ll be right back. Be ready when I return.” 

And then she was gone. 

I quickly undressed and went to the corner. My heart was beating out of my chest with anticipation. An eternity later she returned and closed the door quietly behind her. My hands were shaking. I felt Harper standing right behind me, but I didn’t move. I knew better. 

“Are you nervous?” I could almost hear the grin on her face. She liked what she was doing to me. She wanted me to feel on edge. 

“Answer me, Ava.” She grabbed my ponytail and yanked on it hard. 

“Ouch,” I squealed. “Yes, sir. I’m very nervous.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Umm, because. You’re making me feel very turned on and I don’t know what you’re going to do and I have all these butterflies in my tummy,” I said in a small voice feeling about an inch tall. The power she was exuding was palpable. 

“That’s so cute.” Her tone was sadistic at best. I was then pulled up to my feet by my hair. Harper led me over to the bed and bent me over it. Rather quickly she got leather cuffs on my wrists and hooked them to the hooks attached to the posts at the top of the bed. 

“Count,” she said. And without hesitation smack, she hit my ass with her hand. 

“One.” 

Smack

“Two.” 

She hit my ass over and over again with increasing intensity. 

“Thirty,” I all but whispered. 

“Now tell me. When I touch your pussy will it be wet?”

“I don’t know.” 

“Oh, Ava. I don’t tolerate lying. I’ll have to punish you for that.” Her fingers plunged into my pussy hard. 

“Oooooh fuck, fuck fuck,” I moaned. She fucked me harder and harder until I was about to cum. I was doing my best to hold it off. 

“May I please cum, sir?” I cried out. 

“No, you may not. You tell me if you can’t hold it off anymore.” 

I was being punished. I wanted to cum so badly. A moment later I felt a vibrator on my clit. 

“Sir! Ahhhhh, fuck I c-can’t hold it off. I’m going to-“

She ripped the vibrator away and took her fingers out. No, no no no. I needed it. I wanted it so badly. 

“Now, do you think you’re a wet little girl?” Harper asked. 

“Yes, sir. I’m so wet. I’m so fucking wet,” I confessed. She smiled at me and unclipped the cuffs. 

“Get on your back.” 

I obeyed instantly flipping myself over. Harper climbed on top of me and started lowering her pussy onto my mouth. I happily stuck my tongue trying to make contact. She stayed just out of reach. 

“Ask nicely.” 

“Please!” I huffed getting overly excited. 

“Please what?” Her patience was unwavering.   

“Please, may I lick you, sir?” I begged. 

“Yes.” I went at it as she lowered herself completely onto my face. She rode me back and forth. I was catching gasps of air whenever I could. And I loved it. I kept my tongue out as best as I could. 

“Keep going. Don’t you dare stop, I’m about to cum.” 

I ran my tongue over her clit over and over but was careful not to focus on it too long as to make it oversensitive. 

“Ahhh,” she gasped cumming in my mouth. I could feel her muscles tighten and then relax. She held her pussy just above my lips. I could still feel it throbbing. 

She laid down beside me and pulled me into her arms. 

She smiled at me. I smiled at her.

“I can’t wait for everyday with you,” she said.

And we kissed.

EO
Written by
Elisso O

Elissa O is a 23 years old sex writer who blogs about her 24/7 D/s relationship with her wife Jae writes erotic fiction from time to time. She makes a point to continually write from a lesbian perspective in all that she writes. Not only to try and be inclusive but to remain authentic to her life experience. When she's not writing, you can find her binge-watching The Office on Netflix, walking her two chihuahuas, or drinking coffee from Starbucks.