She took a deep breath as she saw him walking down the stairs into the bar area of the club, his presence filling the room, overwhelming her senses, her pupils dilating at the though of what she was about to do. She had been watching him since the first time she saw him three months ago, her first visit to the event. He had made a point of speaking to her, openly flirting with her despite being at the club with someone else. She had spoken to other people attending the events she had begun going to and she knew that he and his partner were polyamorous, and that he regularly took over as event Dominant, providing submissives with a taste of his command and power. She had watched him at work, his strong arms easily overpowering whatever submissive he was working with, pulling them across his lap to be spanked, tying them to a cross to be flogged and whipped, his control harsh and absolute but at the same time deeply compassionate and loving no matter who was taking a session with him. She had watched with interest the previous month as he had taken a pretty blond to the leather spanking bench, positioning her on her hands and knees over it and administering a hard and prolongued bare hand spanking, pausing to caress the reddening flesh of her buttocks. She had seen his hand on the blonds shoulders as he held her in position easily, seen her body shudder as the spanking alone triggered deep and intense orgasms, shocking the blond with their suddeness and ferocity.
Now she sat, waiting, knowing he would come and talk to her, knowing that she wanted, needed him, that tonight it would be her turn to feel his strength, to give herself completely, to be guided by him to through a maelstrom of passions. She watched, smilng, as he approached, his eyes bright. Lifting her face to look up at him she took another deep breathand whispered “Please Sir, may I be considered for submission to you…..”