A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)
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				Title: <strong>A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 21:09:08</strong>
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				It was the flecks of blue dye in her short spiky white hair that caught Captain Mark Fisher's eyes first of all. He had just come off the flight from Boston, filed his report with the office and realised that, although it was 9am, he was dying for a drink. He wouldn't usually have done so, but the previous few days had been rather more hectic than they should have been. A bomb scare at Terminal 4 had brought chaos to Heathrow, and then when one of the de-icing mechanisms had failed on the Airbus in Boston, it had created panic and stress for the passengers, who had taken it out on his crew. They, in turn, had needed to be cajoled and nurtured...God, his job seemed less and less about flying commercial aircraft and more and more about man management and report writing. In addition, his first officer had proved himself to be a rather arrogant bastard, and flying with him took a lot of the pleasure out of things. <br><br>So, the decision to grab a beer had suddenly seemed very inviting to him. And has he stood at the bar, trying to get the barman's attention, he felt all the more delighted to find himself next to this beautiful young woman. Her hair was all the more striking because she was in a blue flight attendant's uniform. He had always found that many of the uniforms that the women wore seemed to take away their individuality. They all seemed to wear their hair the same way, the same kind of make-up, shoes...But this young woman, who he guessed was in her mid-twenties stood out. The flecks of blue matched her uniform, as if a nod to convention whilst also signalling a rebelliousness perhaps? Or maybe just a carefree attitude to life. Either way, he liked that about her. When he finally got the barman's attention, she turned to look at him, having seemingly been oblivious to him up to that point, and smiled coyly. He felt his heart skip a beat at the intensity, the depth of her bright blue eyes that sparkled. He knew she was watching him as he explored her body with his eyes, as subtly as she could. She was not too tall, but had a gorgeous figure, with curves in all the right places. She wore tasteful black high heels that accentuated the contours of her legs to great effect, especially as she had them crossed, sitting on the bar stool. He noted how beautiful her hands were too, the soft marble-like quality of her skin, and the well manicured nails, polished but without nail varnish.<br><br>But it was her eyes that captivated him the most, blue sapphires that seemed to intensify her beauty in a breathtaking way. But he also felt that maybe he saw something deep inside her, so transparent were her eyes, that triggered something deep within him to. Could she be the one, the one he had been looking for all this time? The one he was resigned never to find? his throat had run dry, so he was grateful when his drink arrived and he took a long sip, all the time aware of those eyes watching him, that smile on her lips.<br><br>'Good morning,; he said at last, offering her his hand, 'I'm Mark.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 21:36:17</strong>
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				Varinka sat at the bar in the personell lounge on Heathrow waiting for her co worker to pick her up to go to their appartment. She already had a drink or two but had just ordered a new drink when the man sat beside her. His British Airways batch betrayed his name and function. Pilot on a luxury airline, in her mind she ordered his posh drink and was surprised when he only ordered a beer.<br><br>She looked at him and forced a smile on her face. Varinka had just landed after a two way flight from Moscow to New York and from Moscow to London. It had been long shift and she was glad she had an appartment in London. The flights weren't too bad but especially the final leg from Moscow to London was tough on her nerves as people always seemed to be using the toilets when the seatbelt lights were on or during landing or take off. However she had managed and was now waiting for her friend with whom she rented the home.<br><br>Captain Fisher kept looking at her and just when it became a nuisance he introduced himself as Mark. He offered her his hand and Varinka was too tired to think about it. She accepted the hand. <br><br>"Varinka. Nice to meet you Captain Fisher."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 13:57:20</strong>
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				Her voice was warm, but perhaps a little distant. But he revelled in the soft eastern European tones of her accent. So, she was Russian, perhaps? She certainly had those wonderfully graceful Slavic features, and he realised it was those that had made her eyes stand out to him. But now it was the smooth silkiness of her hands that drew him to her all the more.<br><br>'Varinka, such a gorgeous name, so exotic to my British ear!' he smiled, hoping that it was winning enough to be able to sustain the beautiful woman's interest in him. She seemed very tired all of a sudden, perhaps even bored now that the novelty of his interest had worn off? He wasn't sure, but it had been a shitty few days and he was not to be deterred.<br><br>'Are you just about to head off on a flight, or could I perhaps invite you to breakfast?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 14:11:35</strong>
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				His excagerrated comment about her name made her smile. It was so typically British but she liked it. Varinka showed him her Aeroflot badge wich should tell him enough about where she was from.<br><br>"Not that exotic as you can see," she smiled at him. She was tired indeed and didn't feel much for taking the train or bus home and she already saw her friend coming back in the distance, wearing the same outfit as she was.<br><br>"I don't have a flight anymore. I just got home from a round trip New York Moscow and from Moscow to here. My friend is coming to pick me up and drive us to our appartment here in London."<br><br>She bit her lip pondering. Would she do it? He seemed friendly enough and interesting too.<br><br>"If you can drive me home afterwards I'll accept your invitation mister Fisher."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 14:28:02</strong>
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				Mark had fully expected Varinka to politely decline his invitation. It had been very forward, and not the kind of thing he was prone to do. He had not really had the time to date for a long time, not since his divorce a few years ago now. How long was it now? Five years? But there was something about this young woman...something so compelling, but he was fairly sure that it was just wishful thinking on his part. He'd only just met her, for God's sake!<br><br>But when she accepted his invitation, with that very telling bite of her lip, which he read as being a sign of genuine interest in him, he began to feel a growing excitement. Deep down, at some instinctive level, he felt a connection already here, the kind of unspoken bond that forms between two people who are flipsides of the same coin. His desires ran very deep, and very dark, but had lain dormant for so long now...Was Varinka the one...? Was she his other...? Could it be....?<br><br>'Of course I'll drive you home, Varinka! It would be my very great pleasure. Will your friend mind terribly if I abduct you for a few hours?'<br><br>He grinned, having been unable to resist using that word. <em>Abduction</em>. How would she respond to it, to all its connotations...?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 14:46:36</strong>
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				Varinka already regretted she had said yes but her day at home would consist of watching tv on the sofa falling asleep and when the first of them woke up, go to bed. Having breakfast with this British Airways captain would certainly improve that.<br><br>"No I think she is happy to be home alone for a few hours," she replied. "I have to tell her though. Excuse me a minute."<br><br>She stood up and walked to her friend. <br>"Yulia, I'm going to have breakfast with that pilot at the bar. He'll bring me home so you don't have to pick me up." <br><br>Varinka said goodbye to her friend and went back to where Mark was sitting. She was too tired after her flights to see any harm in his words if there were any at all.<br>"Shall we go then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 22:48:08</strong>
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				Mark's mind was racing at the dizzying speed of this wonderful first encounter. He had fully expected Varinka to use the presence of her friend to extricate herself from his offer. But, she had not done so, despite his sensing that she wished she had. Perhaps he had overestimated his charm...but that she seemed to feel some deeper compulsion to accept, filled him with even greater hope of where this might lead. 'Right, follow me,' he said breezily.<br><br>The lounge for the flight crews was on the first floor of the terminal building, and once through security, Mark led Varinka out towards the staff car park. Parking was a nightmare at the airport, but being a top BA captain had its perks, for sure. With Varinka at his side, Mark had been intimately aware of the looks he was drawing. With her striking appearance, not least the blue flecks in her hair, she possessed the type of beauty that could stop men, and women, in their tracks. He was fairly certain that she knew it too, but that did not make her vain, or unpleasant. She simply recognised her own advantage, the blessing she had.<br><br>They neither of them spoke on the walk to the car, nor in the car. They were both tired, it was clear, but it was not an awkward silence. For Mark, at least. He felt very at ease with her; he even felt...powerful, somehow, because of how easily she had acquiesced. It was an intoxicating feeling indeed. He wondered how much of this was his imagination, and how much was an instinctive response to something that was already passing between them. Unspoken, yet so intense.<br><br>The drive to the country pub he knew that served fabulous breakfasts was a little over 15 minutes' drive away, and he knew it would be a very interesting few hours ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 09:03:45</strong>
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				The trip in the car, no matter how short, had Varinka doze off a few times, but when they stopped at the pub, she smiled. The whole picture she saw was her definition of England. The typical building style of the pub and the smooth hills of the countryside.<br><br>As they went inside and got to their tables, she was fully aware of the looks some of the customars gave her. For the reason she was indeed a joy to behold, combined with her hair and her non-English looks. Varinka decided to take whatever he was having, hoping he wouldn't order coffee but tea. The reason she and her friend decided to rent an appartment in London was because they both shared a love for England and the tea was a part of that. In their livingroom, in stead of a bookcase, they had a few hundred of the paper boxes of Twinings tea and their collection was growing steadily.<br><br>When she sat down and relaxed a bit, she got over the dead point she was at in the car and felt renewed. As if she could go on for hours again. She was familiar with this symptom as she was used to intercontinental flights. Varinka started talking and asking him about his work, relationships and everything she could think of. He seemed nice enough and when he said he was divorced, she couldn't help but ask.<br><br>"I know it's not a nice question but, how old are you?"<br><br>The attention she had drawn upon her by simply her looks stayed on her as, even though she wasn't speaking very loud and her English was almost perfect, her Russian accent seemed to creep into all the cracks in the country pub.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 11:12:36</strong>
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				Once again, Mark enjoyed the way in which heads turned as Varinka glided through the pub to the table they had been directed to. It was quite odd, but he was already feeling increasingly possessive of her. He had not expected these darker feelings, long hidden, to resurface. He realised now that his divorce had truly shut many of his urges down, a kind of self-defence mechanism. But sitting here with Varinka, with her perfect features and those piercingly erotic blue eyes, he felt excited.<br><br>He noted that she had opted to order the same as him, a pot of tea and a full English breakfast, that fine contribution to world cuisine! He smiled to himself at the joke of that, but sensed somehow that she was perfectly happy immersing herself in all things English. He wondered, in a wicked flicker of his mind, how far that immersion might go...<br><br>She had asked about his job, and he had told her of his fifteen years as a pilot, of how it had been his boyhood dream, but how too that had broken his marriage a few years ago. His long hours away, his wife Julia's growing suspicions, wholly unfounded, that he had been having an affair with one of the flight crew, had caused the inevitable breakdown in communication. Although he suspected that malicious gossip had been fed to his wife, it had probably been for the best. She had quickly married a banker in the City and not looked back. But Mark missed her...and he missed the things she used to crave, the darker sides of desire that had so captivated him when they had first met. He explained how he was an active sportsman, but also loved to write and photograph, hoping, in a quite teenage way, that he would meet with Varinka's approval. This was beginning to feel like a date, even though he was sure that she was just seeing it as a conversation over breakfast.<br><br>When he told her he was 40, he was convinced that would be the end of his hopes, and that made him feel a great sadness. He was aware how much his confidence had been dented by his divorce, and this charming young woman made him feel alive again. <br><br>'Tell me a little about yourself, Varinka. How long have you been in London? Is there someone special in your life...?' He felt a little awkward in the directness of his final question, but he had to know if this might lead somewhere, whether he would need to keep his darker urges in check.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 11:53:34</strong>
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				There was something in his eyes that attracted her to him. Varinka felt comfortable around him despite that little bit of darkness in his eyes.<br><br>His story sounded like a lot others she heard. The little boy who wanted to be a pilot and got to be the job of their dreams only to find out later it was hell for any relationship. Of course there were rumours about pilots 'shagging around'<em>, she liked that very British word,</em> with the flightcrew and she knew from her own experiences with friends and co workers that some of those rumours actually had some truth in them. And then there was the gossip and jealousy that could really help any relation over the edge and she pitied Mark Fisher for having been through that.<br><br>The breakfast arrived and Varinka hungrily began to eat. His age didn't seem to scare her off but then again, it was just a breakfast date and nothing more. Or was it? There was something in the way in which he asked her about any relationships.<br><br>"Well I live in London for... " she thought about it, "a little over two years now. Basically since Aeroflot decided to make a stop at London before hopping the ocean."<br><br>She told Mark about her past life and about her father and mother living quite the similar life of Mark. Her father was a pilot and her mother was at home all day taking care of the three children and all day wondering if her husband wasn't having an affair. Eventually the marriage broke up and she moved with her mother back to her birthtown of Archangelsk. She became a stewardess for Aeroflot - Nord but was soon offered a job on the real deal and she moved to Moscow to a small appartment.<br><br>As she poured some tea, the english way with a lot of milk, she looked at him and smiled.<br>"Being in the air so often doesn't leave me much time for a relationship. That and the fact that I haven't decided which sex I like more, leaves me still alone in bed," she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 11:28:54</strong>
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				That Varinka seemed to have become used to the same rather hollow, itinerant lifestyle that he had fallen into, encouraged Mark that he had found a kindred spirit. As relative strangers who had almost literally just met, there was already an ease between them which was actually quite thrilling. Well, Mark had never been one for idle flirtation, least of all with beautiful young women. He had never really considered himself especially attractive, with his tall, but slim body, now very greying hair, his stubble beard and pale blue eyes. He had been a shy kid, very academic, but by being good at sport had managed never to be the victim of the bullies who tended to prey on the clever pupils. But he had also never really been the object of female attention, and had rather drifted through his teenage years, living in dreams of flying to compensate for an emotional lack. To be honest, he wasn't even sure now why his wife had wanted to be with him. What had happened suggested, in truth, that she hadn't!!<br><br>But as he watched Varinka tucking heartily into her breakfast, smiling at him at regular intervals, her eyes examining him closely, or so it seemed, he felt things he wasn't sure he had ever felt before. He felt....well, attractive.<br><br>'I hate to think of you alone in bed,' he said, with a candour that shocked him, but too late to prevent himself from having voiced it out loud. He'd thought it, certainly, but had not imagined it was something that would ever have crossed his lips. But, oddly, he found he was not blushing as those lovely blue eyes gazed up at him. He wondered, though, if that would be the end of the date, right there and then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 11:49:07</strong>
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				The breakfast was very good and it actually helped Varinka over her 'dead moment' of tiredness. She felt somehow revived by the breakfast and maybe too from the charming company she had. Mark was a mysterious man. He seemed nice and sweet but something about him was odd. A dark side that he kept well hidden.<br><br>Than he spoke out that words. What did he mean with that? Should she stand up and leave?&nbsp; In stead she looked at him ad tried to penetrate the mask he was wearing and tried to see through his blue eyes but saw nothing. What was he up to? Varinka fell silent and took another bite of her breakfast, thinking what to say. Swallowing hard she looked down at her breakfast and when she had found a nice small piece, she stuck it on her fork. <br><br>"Who would you like to think of me in bed with," she said softly, knowing the sentence was wrong and quickly she bit the breakfast off her fork, not looking at him but stirring the plate with her now empty fork. Why did she just ask this? Was she really letting him do and say all this? Varinka was too curious to leave. She found some courage and looked at him, waiting for his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 12:02:39</strong>
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				Mark watched Varinka process his comment; he imagined her running the words around her head, trying to deconstruct their meaning, as well as his own demeanour when he had spoken them. He felt her eyes searching his face and wondered what she as able to read from his expression. It felt almost as if she might even be able to see those of his darker desires, locked away though they were. Could she? Would that scare her away? Did he frighten her? In truth, he was simply starting to find it impossible to resist imagining what it would be like to hold this perfect woman's body close to him. he had tried not to fall...but....it was proving harder and harder.<br><br>When she had asked her question, softly, his heart began to pound faster and faster. Dare he admit what he was thinking? He noticed how she too looked away having asked, perhaps embarrassed, or simply unable to conceal her own growing attraction to him, her wish to see how far this growing bond might take them. He knew that she would have to look in his eyes again, and so he waited. When she did so, he offered her a response. 'I would very much like to think of you in bed with me, Varinka.'
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 12:22:38</strong>
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				All of her witty comments, all of her defences and all of her apetite had vanished at what Mark said. She felt attracted to him and he had a certain charm, there was no doubt about that. His greying hair made him look powerful and strong but how attracted was she to him? Enough to practise what he was preaching?<br><br>Despite the sudden loss op apetite, Varinka filled her fork again and bit it clean. What could really happen? She was strong enough to fight him off should he try anything on her she didn't want although he didn't seem to be like that at all. She swallowed and looked at him again.<br><br>Her curiousity took over and the sensation of the conversation they were having felt raw and pure.<br>"What would we do if that would happen Mark? Would we sleep or watch a movie or what?"
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				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 12:50:36</strong>
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				An exciting tension seemed to have descended over the table, charging the air between them at this small table in this quiet country pub. Mark wasn't sure now how he had expected Varinka to react, but they had both now gone so far that they could not turn back. If he had been too forward, she would let him now, he would rive her home as agreed and their paths would diverge again, leading them back to their respectively nomadic existences. Or....or their paths would begin to converge...and that thrilled him more than he felt he could express. The deepening intensity between them was dizzying; he was feeling things that he had never felt before, or so it seemed. And all the time he watched those eyes, and those beautiful hands. When she had asked the question about what would happen, his mind was already tangled in thoughts of holding those soft wrists, of binding them tightly...<br><br>His breath caught in his chest at that sudden image. He wasn't sure where it had come from; he had not thought about such things for so long now...but somehow Varinka had unleashed them. Would he be able to control those urges once liberated? Would she...? In light of the openness that existed between them already, over the past few minutes, he felt he could not now withdraw, backtrack...<br><br>'Varinka,' he said, holding those blue eyes now, and reaching across the table to take her hands in his, 'I would want to explore every inch of you, to feel your soft skin against mine. I would want to make love with you again and again. And...' He paused now, for the first time, a sense of nervousness overcoming him, but knowing he could not do anything but speak his mind. He <em>had </em> to know. 'I would want to tie you up, if you would let me.'<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 13:44:22</strong>
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				Varinka her heart was pounding in her throat as he told her what he wanted. The exploring her body and the making love was what she had expected and it made her blood run faster in excitement. It had been too long since she had a good bed partner if she had any at all. Most of the guys she slept with, slept with her because of her body and when they were done, they stopped. The two girls she had slept with were quite similar and both of those times, she was drunk. <br><br>Now this older man was talking about it and she felt she wanted it. But did she want what he said later? To tie her up and trust him so completely as to leave him?<br><br>She decided to give it a go. It felt too comfortable not to do it and she could feel Mark could be trusted.<br>"I would let you," she said softly, not daring to look at him and instead staring at her half empty plate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:20:41</strong>
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				Had he really been that bold? It had felt almost as if he were watching a film, an exchange between two people meeting for the first time and unusually having the courage to express their desires so openly without obvious fear of rejection, rather than being the protagonist in real life. As she softly indicated her willingness to submit to him, Mark felt something surging within him, an excitement that he had never truly felt before. That this gorgeous blonde, with those dazzling eyes and the perfect skin, had not rejected him at any stage...not even his last request. The way she averted her eyes, almost sheepish that she had wanted to place herself in his hands so completely, was just so endearing, so empowering. Suddenly all the hassles of the previous day's flights disappeared and there were just two people sat together over breakfast, as if the rest of the world no longer existed.<br><br>He had been ravenous when they had sat down, but now Mark could not think of anything but what lay ahead for them both. He watched Varinka carefully, to try to detect whether she already regretted what she had said. He almost felt as if he wanted to reassure her that she could back out, refuse to go through with it...but he knew that he would have been lying. He <em>wanted </em> it too much, perhaps even <em>needed </em> it...He wasn't quite sure <em>why </em> he felt that way, but then he had never really wanted to find out. He just knew how it made him feel, the thought of possessing a woman that way. That it was such a beauty as Varinka was almost too much to believe. What if she <em>were </em> to refuse later...?<br><br>Mark reached his right hand across and took her left hand. The smoothness of her skin, the softness of her touch sent&nbsp; shockwaves pulsing through him. Trying to keep his voice steady, so as not to reveal his own palpable excitement, he said 'When you are ready, we should go. My cottage is not far.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 22:31:32</strong>
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				Varinka felt herself blush. It had been a dorment dream of her to be bound and hurt and she found herself enjoying the thought of it more and more. She had been too scared to ask her flirts, both male and female, to do it as she didn't fully trust them. This man however seemed to know exactly what he was doing and though she had never met him before, it felt all right. The thought of herself bound and blindfolded on his bed, his hands running through her white short hair and his breathing on her naked body.... Varinka shivered.<br><br>She finished the last bit of her breakfast and put the silverware on the plate. After swallowing hard, she said it. <br>"Okay, I'm ready," she whispered, knowing the double meaning of the 'ready'. Quickly she drank the last bit of tea to wetten her gravel dry throat. What was wrong with her? Was she really going home with this man? And if she was, would he really bind her to the bed? Would she let him go that far? Varinka stood up and took her coat. <br>"Let's go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 14:22:40</strong>
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				Watching this gorgeous woman blush finally convinced Mark that what he had been hoping was, in fact, the case; namely that Varinka had perhaps always wondered, dreamed of being that way. Maybe, unwittingly, he had touched on an ardent fantasy she had long held. he could not say why, but it felt to him as if she had never actually experienced true bondage before. Whatever the truth of that, the mere fact that he had found himself being able to express his desires so openly, so easily with her hinted at some deeper, even instinctive, connection with her, from the moment they had laid eyes on each other.<br><br>He sensed her excitement as she finished her tea and took her coat, which was very much in tune with his own. He marvelled once again at her beauty, at the way she held herself, the way she moved, the soft smooth texture of her skin, her hands. Already, he could feel an arousal, that rush of blood in his veins that he had not felt for such a long time.<br><br>&nbsp;When she was ready, he took her hand in hers, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He wondered if she might flinch, might pull away, as if his touch might trigger a reaction in her to back out, to ask to be driven home. Somehow, he sensed she wouldn't; somehow he knew that Varinka was happy now to put herself completely in his hands...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 15:09:27</strong>
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				Living her own life hasn’t been easy. Especially living the nomadic and solitary life she had. There had been times when she wondered why she all did it for. The pay was good and she had a nice flat in London and Moscow but was it all worth it in the end? Could the wealthy lifestyle compensate for that missing factor of social contacts? Varinka had tried to think of ways to make her life worthwhile again, but had never taken that step out of that spiral her life was in. <br><br>Mark had, in record speed, filled up that gap and the thought of him controlling her felt so good and warm, she gasped out as he took her hand. She had been reading up on this kind of lifestyle and she had seen movies on the internet but apart from that, she didn’t know what it was all about. A friend who had experience at this way of life had told her what it was about and that alone was enough for Varinka to know that what she was doing now was the right thing. <br><br>As she got in the car, she wondered what her friends would think and how this date could change her life completely. Maybe she was getting ahead of things and maybe what she thought, was not his desire. Maybe he wanted a simple shag and he would let her go after that? Varinka knew this wasn’t the case and relaxed in the car, enjoying the city rolling by the windows of the car. Today would be a good day.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 03:19:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The smooth touch of Varinka's hand in his own made Mark reflect upon&nbsp; just how hollow his life had become, how stale. Not just since the divorce, but stretching even further back than that. He had entertained so many dreams, so many fantasies from a very young age - a scarily young age, in truth - but had rarely acted upon them. He simply had not met the right woman and, he realised now, had never really expected to. But the warm silkiness of this young woman's skin against his, the coy excitement that she seemed to be feeling at what had transpired between them, made him feel content, at peace even, in ways he had never felt before. Had his own excitement not been so intense, he might almost have wanted the walk to the car to go on for hours, so wonderful was the sensation of her hand in his. But Mark was so excited he could barely breathe...<br><br>The drive back to his cottage in the sleepy countryside outside Reading seemed to take an age; it was only 15 minutes, but each second seemed to stretch on for eternity. He felt like a teenager again, with that thrill of a first date, although this was unlike any first date before. Unlike any date full stop! There was a deeper, darker connection here than he had ever had with anyone. They both seemed to have found it easy to access hidden truths within them, to avoid the usual prevarications and procrastinations that afflict relationships between people. <br><br>At last, the cottage hove into view across the fields and Mark's heart began to pound now; he could hear the blood rushing through his head, and he glanced across at the white-haired beauty alongside him, wondering if she were having second thoughts now. She seemed to be gazing out of the window at the passing countryside, lost in thought...but not apparently troubled in any way. As he turned into the driveway, the tires crunching the gravel underneath, his mind began to race. To picture the next steps, how to play it...How far things could go...?<br><br>'Here we are!' he said simply, as if they had just arrived at the seaside for a day trip. It was so at odds with what he imagined was running through both their heads that he had to laugh. He stepped put of the car and walked towards the front door, not daring now to turn to Varinka in case she might demur. He opened the door and walked into the small, but comfortable lounge. Usually he would fret about the state of the place when he had visitors, as he tended to be a bit lax in his housekeeping... but not today. His mind was full of very different concerns...He turned now, waiting for Varinka to cross the threshold. Once she had, he knew that the intensity would rise to levels that would carry them into a whole new realm. And he could hardly wait...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 09:54:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The countryside was beautiful. It was one of the things Varinka loved about England. It was a rich western country with the landscape of some tropical paradise except the warm weather. Being born in the northern parts of Russia, Varinka didn’t like warm weather or the sun and due to that, her skin was almost as white as her hair. <br><br>Afraid to look at Mark, she kept focussed on the landscape. How had her life just taken such a big turn? Three hours ago she was preparing the plane for the return flight to Moscow and now she was in the car with a pilot who she knew, would show his love to her in a not so normal way. She knew that this was the part that attracted her to it and this was the reason she came with him.<br><br>The short journey to his nice cottage was a pleasant one but she help but dozing off again in the car. She had to be kept busy or she would fall asleep but her feelings told her that wouldn’t be a problem and when the car turned off the street and the crunching sounds of the driveway awoke her from her little slumber she looked up at the house.<br><br>Located at a beautiful location, the cottage was something straight out of a postcard and she fell in love with it the moment she saw it. Inside this house, her deepest of desires could come true or at least that is what she hoped for. She smiled at Mark’s comment and stepped out of the car. Taking in some fresh air with a deep breath she watched Mark enter his house and when she followed him without any hesitations, she knew she had accepted whatever was to come and the raw sensation of that made her shiver in pleasure.<br><br>The house was a little messy but nothing she couldn’t overcome since her own flat looked like a wastedump most of the times.<br><br>“Nice house,” she said as she looked around in the small lounge, waiting what was to happen to her next. Whatever it was, she was more than ready for it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 20:42:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark realised that deep down he had fully expected Varinka to hover at the door, asking him to take her home, that she'd changed her mind. But on the contrary, she had glided across the threshold seemingly totally at ease, obediently almost, and that realisation seemed to flick a switch inside him. If he had been wrestling a little with his desires hitherto, that was only natural for he had been through the emotional wringer since his divorce. Well, long before that, really. And he had certainly had to hide away his darker passions a lot longer. He still didn't quite believe that he had found himself so able to speak so directly to this white-haired angel who stood before him in his cottage, an expectant look on her face, to ask her the things he'd asked her or expressed the things he had expressed. Perhaps they had each recognised in the other some hidden need, some craving. Perhaps it was true that when two soulmates meet, nothing can keep them apart. When he thought of the variables that might have kept them from meeting, not least the technical difficulties on the Airbus in Boston, they might have drifted apart like dots on a radar screen. But they had simply collided that morning, just hours ago, and already the bond between them seemed irrevocable.<br><br>He walked past her, holding her stare and slowly closed the door. As he turned again, he felt like a hunter who has cornered his prey, except that she was willingly captive. That word, 'captive', he rolled it round is head and felt his arousal start to grow.<br><br>'Remove your jacket, Varinka,' he said then, a sudden intensity underpinning his voice, which almost made him start, surprised by it himself, as if someone else had spoken. 'Then I want you to kneel down with your hands behind your back.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 21:07:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had felt comfortable with him for the journey in his car and the breakfast but when he closed the door she felt more than comfortable.. she felt safe. Sighing she relaxed her body as he turned to face her again. <br><br>His command felt as if it was the most normal of comments. Slowly she undid her jacket and hung it on the hook in the hall. On the internet she had seen and read stories about the kneeling position and she thought she knew what to do. Although she thought she knew what he wanted, she was a little hesitant as to where he wanted it. Did he want her to kneel right here in the hall? Or somewhere else?<br><br>Varinka started to tremble a little bit and decided she had nothing to loose. She liked it and it felt right. Slowly she lowered herself in the hallway and kneeled at Mark. Looking down to his feet, she got her hands behind her back and fought the slight feeling of fear that was creeping up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 18:14:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In so many ways, Varinka's reaction to his first commands was always going to be the acid test, the moment when both of them would know they had reached the point of no return. It was almost as if Mark had stepped out of reality into some parallel universe of wish fulfilment when this spectacularly beautiful young woman had knelt and, seemingly calmly, placed her hands together behind her back in a submissive acceptance of his authority, his designs for her. He had not requested it, but almost by some instinct within her, Varinka had lowered her eyes, not daring to stare him in the eye any longer, where earlier she had almost always engaged him teasingly, challenging him. <br><br>For several moments he stood there, watching her, wondering what was running through her mind, but also allowing himself to step back into reality and accept that everything here was real. He then walked past her and went through to the kitchen, knowing where to find what he wanted. He returned to where Varinka still knelt calmly, and then knelt down himself behind her. In his hands he held two lengths of thin white cord, the same colour as her hair, and then slowly and carefully began to bind her wrists together. Having doubled the rope, he wound it four times round her wrists, drawing it tightly, before cinching it to tighten it even more and then tying it of. Just brushing the soft skin of her hands was enough to set his heart racing with a sudden lust for her. Once again, he would have paid a great deal of money to know what she was thinking, how she was feeling, now that her wrists had been bound. But he was not finished yet. He wanted to admire her body in all its glory, he wanted the bondage to accentuate her lines and curves, and so with the second length of cord, he tied her elbows together, as closely as they would go. The strain on her shoulders, he knew, would also be forcing her breasts forward and he began to savour the thought of Varinka being entirely beholden to him, and no longer able to do anything but obey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Journey into Submission (Dashenka and josefk67)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 19:37:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart was pounding all the way up to her throat and when Mark walked passed her, seemingly unimpressed, Varinka's alarmbells went ballistic. Instead of listening to them however she swallowed the fear and kept kneeling. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for and soon he was back. <br><br>Varinka, still not looking at him, immediately knew what was going to happen as soon as he got hold of her wrists. Shifting the weight on her shins a little bit, she didn't put up any struggle. Slowly she started to get aroused knowing how wrong it was what she was doing and when he tugged the cord, she closed her eyes, knowing there was no way back from here.<br><br>Then he bound her elbows together and when he tugged them tight, she couldn't help but let out a little yelp of discomfort as the strain on her shoulders forced her to reposition her upper body. With her elbows being tied up like this forcing her breasts forward, she could no longer hide the fact she was getting aroused. Mark only had to look to her chest to know he had hit the right buttons. Feeling a mixture of fear, pain, and insecurity, Varinka kept her eyes focussed on the rug in the hall.
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