I was both nervous and excited as I raised my cell phone, brought up Jason’s contact information, and initiated the call. I felt a sudden tingle up and down my body when I heard his voice say, “Hello?”

“Hello, Sir, this is Jill. I hope you don’t mind me calling you; Sam gave me your number.”

Sam is my sister, and it was through her that I’d met Sir. I listened anxiously until I heard him say, “No, Jill, of course I don’t mind. What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to follow up on something we talked about briefly the other night,” I told him. “You mentioned easing my way back into the scene community; could we meet to talk about that?”

“Sure. Let’s have coffee sometime; what’s your schedule like?”

“I can meet you any afternoon you’re available; how’s tomorrow at three o’clock sound?”

“That’s fine, Jill. I have no idea where you work; what’s convenient for you?”

“There’s a Starbucks in Tysons Corner Center; would that be okay?”

“Absolutely. I’ll meet you there.”

We hung up and I heaved a sigh of relief.

I timed my arrival to be right at three o’clock, and as I walked up to the Starbucks entrance in my button-front blouse, knee-length A-line skirt, and three-inch heels I saw Sir arriving from the opposite direction. He raised his elbow and I put my hand through it as we strolled silently in unison to the counter. I’d been a bit nervous about seeing him again, and I was relieved by his gesture of inviting physical contact.

“What will you have, Jill?” he asked as we strode to the counter.

“A cappuccino, if it pleases you, Sir,” I replied.

“We’re not in scene now, Jill; my name is Jason.”

“Thank you for telling me, Jason, and I’ll use your name when that’s appropriate. But I like addressing you as Sir.”

As we arrived at the counter he said, “I’m glad you feel that way, Jill. Now let me order our drinks.” He turned to the barista. “Two grande cappuccinos, please.”

“Certainly, Sir,” she responded, and I couldn’t help but smile as another attractive woman addressed Jason that way.

At that time of day the place wasn’t busy, and our drinks arrived almost immediately. Jason led me to a table outside the store entrance and we sat facing the mall walkway at one corner of the four-top. After each of us sipped for a couple of minutes, watching the people pass by, Jason turned to me.

“So, Jill, what’s on your mind?” he asked.

I was expecting a question like this, and I’d been mentally rehearsing how I would respond. “Two things,” I replied. “One is that I’d like to take you up on your offer to help me find a new long-term play-partner, one who might turn out to be a romantic partner as well.”

“I can do that,” Jason said. “I assume you’re interested in finding a male partner, not a woman; am I right?

“Definitely.”

“Okay, I know several eligible men who might fit the bill. Most of them are regulars at the weekly Black Rose education meetings, so I’ll take you to one as a guest and introduce you to those who are there that evening.”

“That will be wonderful,” I told him. “I really appreciate you doing that.”

Jason sipped again, then said, “I’m happy to do it, Jill. I always like to see folks meet potentially complementary scene people. Now what’s the second thing on your mind?

I hesitated, looking down at my cup for a moment, then let my eyes meet his. “I want another scene with you, Sir.”

It was Jason’s turn to look away momentarily, but then he turned to fully face me. “Why?” he asked.

I didn’t hesitate this time, and my voice was firm and steady. “Because our first time together was wonderful, and I want to experience more of what you have to offer.”

His response was serious. “Okay, we’ll do it. BR education meetings are on Tuesdays, and they’re held at The Crucible these days. There’s a meet-and-greet BYO munch before the actual meeting, but I think we’ll skip that; I know who I want to introduce you to and I don’t want to get sidetracked by a lot of questions about where’s Donna when I show up with you.”

“Is Donna your sub?” I asked him.

“Yes, she is; you’ll meet her someday. Now as I was saying, go home after work next Tuesday, change into casual clothes, and grab something to eat. We’ll have to drive into Northeast DC; I’ll pick you up at your house at seven.”

“Yes, Sir, that will work just fine.”

I’d been anticipating this evening’s events for a few days, so when I got home from work on Tuesday to get ready I followed Jason’s instructions. I’d worn a nice silk blouse that day, and it was opaque, so knowing Jason’s preferences I took it off, removed my bra, and then put the blouse back on. I released my hair from its French braid and changed from my skirt-suit and heels to a pair of not-too-tight slacks and ballet flats. Then I fixed a quick salad for dinner and was ready in plenty of time.

Jason was right on time picking me up, which was certainly no surprise, and we immediately got into his car and headed into DC. After threading through the last of the evening rush-hour traffic we arrived at The Crucible. It was 7:45 when we entered; Jason paid the BR admission fees, his as a member and mine as a guest, and we walked into the main open space. The munch was apparently over; people were standing up from the tables and mingling in small groups.

Jason took my upper right arm in his left hand and steered me toward a pair of men chatting on one side of the space. I was thrilled that Jason had stepped right into his dominant role, taking charge of me both physically and psychologically. The men stopped talking and turned to greet us as we approached.

“Hi, Jason,” one of the men said. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been fine,” Jason replied. “How are things with you two?”

“Pretty good,” the other man answered. He looked inquiringly in my direction, and Jason introduced them to me.

“Jill, these are Bill and Randy,” Jason said, indicating first the initial speaker, a blondish man of medium height, and then the second man, a very good rendition of tall, dark, and handsome. “Gentlemen, please meet Jill.”

Randy was the first to extend his hand in greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Jill,” he said, bowing slightly.

“My pleasure as well,” I told him, and I extended my hand to shake his. Bill just nodded and extended his hand also, so I released Randy’s and shook Bill’s as well. Randy looked a question at Jason, and he obviously knew what Randy had been thinking.

“Donna’s fine,” Jason said. “She’s at home this evening, and Jill is just a new friend who’s interested in the scene.”

“Well, in that case, you’re welcome for sure,” Randy said to me. “We’re always interested in finding new faces, especially ones as pretty as yours.”

He smiled and I noted with considerable appreciation that he was carefully keeping his eyes on my face rather than looking me up and down as so many men tended to do. Bill, on the other hand, had been casually checking out my figure, and while he was being discreet about it I was not as happy to be in his presence. I knew I was attractive, but it was especially refreshing to have Randy behave the way he was in a gathering of people he was most likely accustomed to seeing wearing little if any clothing while they were playing.

Our brief conversation with Bill and Randy was interrupted by the start of the meeting right at eight o’clock. The two men waved politely as Jason led me away and we took seats. After some preliminary announcements of upcoming events by the BR board members and special interest group happenings from the SIG leaders, the meeting moved on to the presentation of the evening, a talk about and demonstration of fire play. I’d never done or even seen fire play, so I was very interested in what I might learn.

The presenter was introduced as Dan, and his subject, an attractive brunette, was introduced as Nancy. While the group gathered around the demo area Dan laid out a set of items on a small side table and Nancy stripped down to just a black thong. Then Dan assisted Nancy as she used a step-stool to climb onto a rectangular folding-leg table that was covered with a sheet; she pulled her long ponytail over her shoulder, away from her back, and lay on her stomach.

“There’s not a lot to talk about before I begin the demo,” Dan started. “Everything needed for fire play,” he gestured to the array of materials he’d set out,” is here on this table. We have a bottle of 70-percent isopropyl alcohol, and that’s what you should use; the 91-percent version burns too hot and can damage the skin. Next we have the wands.” He held up two dowels that looked to be an eighth of an inch in diameter; they each had a ball of white cotton fabric wrapped tightly around one end. “We have a glass jar with a lid,” he held it up, it was about the size of a jelly jar, “a votive candle in a glass holder, and a pack of matches.”

“Have you ever done fire play?” I whispered to Jason.

“Yes, several times,” he replied. “I bought a kit some years ago; it came packed in a metal case a little larger than the sheet-metal lunch boxes that grammar-school kids used to tote many years ago.”

While we were whispering Dan had removed the lid, put the wands into the jar, and poured in enough alcohol to completely cover the balls of fabric at their heads. Now he lit the candle and ran his palm gently over Nancy’s back, butt, and thighs. She sighed gently, no doubt well aware of what was coming.

“As some of you know, and others may have guessed, it’s a really good idea for the areas of skin that are going to be touched during a fire-play scene to not have any hair.” There were several knowing chuckles throughout the space. “Aside from the fact that it will burn, the smell is not the most pleasant scent in the world. Now let’s get going.”

Dan took one of the wands out of the jar. The head wasn’t dripping, but by then the ball of fabric had to be thoroughly saturated with alcohol. He waved the head of the wand across the candle flame and the ball immediately showed a mostly-blue flame, not a large amount of fire but enough for me to see that the alcohol had been ignited. Dan ran the ball across Nancy’s shoulders and immediately followed it with the palm of his other hand, extinguishing the flaming alcohol that the fabric ball had left as his hand slid along her skin.

“That is the essence of the play,” Dan said. As he immersed the head of the wand back into the jar, he continued, “The alcohol in the jar deprived the fire of oxygen and doused it.” He repeated the display, sliding the wand down her spine from near her neck to her waist. She wasn’t loud, but this time I distinctly heard Nancy hum in apparent pleasure at the sensation.

“It’s really not that hot,” Jason whispered. “It’s warm, and very sensual, but he’s moving his hand soon enough after the wand passes that there’s not enough time for the fire to burn her skin, other than maybe a little redness if he allows a bit more time.”

“It looks amazing,” I whispered back. “I think I’d like to feel it sometime.”

After several more passes on Nancy’s back, butt, and upper legs, Dan had her turn over. He drew circles of fire around her nipples a couple of times and then actually put the flame directly on them. Nancy’s hums and moans got louder and more emphatic; each time he put the fire on her breasts her nipples got harder, and she began to writhe each time Dan lit up her skin. Then, after he ran a circle around her navel, he slid her thong down to her knees. When he put the fire directly on her shaved labia and her clitoris, Nancy shivered in what looked a lot like a mini-orgasm.

The meeting broke up after the demo, and I felt a quiver of anticipation as we walked to Jason’s car. He helped me into the passenger seat and then leaned over me to latch the tab of my belt into its socket. It was another instance of Jason taking control of me, and I was even more excited than I’d been earlier in the evening. The scent of his cologne wafted into my nostrils; my lips brushed over his cheek, my nipples stiffened, and my imagination flared with mental images of what Jason might do when we got to my house. But there was something I needed to tell him first. So after he went around the car, got it started, and headed for the highway I turned partway to my left and faced him.

Jason glanced in my direction, then returned his eyes to the road ahead. “Well, Jill, what do you think about this evening so far?”

I found the fire-play demonstration interesting,” I replied, “and Nancy certainly seemed to enjoy it. So I think I’d like to try it myself sometime.”

Jason chuckled, then asked, “Anything else, Jill? What about the guys I introduced you to?”

“I smiled at him. “I think I’d like to get to know Randy better if he has a similar interest.”

“I’ll see what I can find out about that,” Jason said. “I’m pretty sure I can guess, but I’ll talk with him and let you know what he says.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s go to what’s next on the agenda. Unbutton your blouse.”

He was starting to get physical with me, sexually physical, and my juices began to flow. Jason reached his right hand into my blouse and played with my breasts; he tweaked my nipples until they were stiff and then alternated between lightly pinching them and caressing the skin around them until I was squirming from my steadily increasing arousal. I managed to keep my torso still but my hips were moving in short jerks and my secretions had flooded my thing and begun oozing down my upper thighs. By the time we got to the house I was taking quick short breaths and trying, mostly successfully, to keep from moaning.