(c) Copyright by Lesly Sloan 2002
rights reserved by author.
search the bar at SEATAC, the Seattle-Tacoma airport, for prey. If my
quarry is a lesbian traveling alone, there isn't much of a challenge. No
challenge, but good sex. It gets tricky if there's a lesbian couple in the
bar. With a couple, the chance of successfully intruding into a committed
relationship is hard to figure. If the women have no interest in a
threesome, my hunt is futile. But if they're looking for a playmate to
join them; that's far different. I love three-way action because there are
so many possibilities.
The most exciting thing for me is to seduce a gal who hasn't yet tried sex
with another woman, but who may be curious. The airport is a great place
to hunt because women away from home are frequently willing to try
something new. I've had sex with many married women, or with single women
who have a boyfriend back home.
I've been called immoral, screwed up, and all sorts of things. I get
this kind of crap often, "When you meet the right person - blah,
blah." I don't want the right person. I just want hot sex with
strangers. Is that so bad?
Last night presented a tough problem but, in the end, I was able to bed a
lovely woman. (At some cost to me, but more about that later.) It didn't
look promising at first, but I like to think that I've developed a sixth
sense when it comes to knowing that a women has an itch to get it on with
another woman, for the first time. I felt that the cute brunette at the
corner table with her husband was ready to come out, even if she didn't
know that herself. What made it tough for me was that she was with her
husband. She was so attractive that I decided to stalk her, despite her
For fifteen minutes I'd had my sights set on them. How did I know that
they were married? Trust me; I know these things from experience. I didn't
have to see the wedding rings to know that they were married. He'd been
swilling down booze and showed it. His lovely wife looked bored. She was
my type of prey: a classy woman with an attractive face and body. I got
wet, just thinking about her white thighs opening to my kisses, ....
Better stop dreaming and focus on the hunt.
The first tactic was to find an empty table close to where they were
drinking. You have to move close to the quarry without alarming her at
first. Then I would lean over and ask, ever so politely, if they knew
Seattle. No matter what the hell they said in reply I was prepared to get
a conversation going. For example, if they said that they knew Seattle, I
could bullshit them about being a stranger in for a business weekend who
needed advice on what to do in town, or something along those lines. The
goal was to get them involved in a friendly conversation. Then I would
steer the conversation mostly to the woman.
If they didn't know Seattle, I would say that I lived in town and
volunteer to tell them about restaurants, concerts, clubs, whatever they
were most interested in. It was very easy to explain why I was in the bar
- maybe having a drink after seeing a friend off. With practice you can
play off the other person's remarks and make up whatever must be said to
get the quarry close to the mouth of my trap. I call that baiting the
She said they were visitors, and wondered if I knew of any interesting
activities. I didn't tell her the interesting activity I had in mind. Not
time for that yet.
An experienced predator knows when to pursue the quarry, and when to give
up the chase. I've learned over time when to continue a seduction, or quit
and look elsewhere. The world is full of very attractive women who can
satisfy me. No point in wasting time on a low-probability event. Shit,
that's how I talk at work. I'm a data analyst at a high-tech firm. There
are many juicy looking gals at work - but it would be plain stupid to go
after them. So, I hunt at places like SEATAC.
So far it looked promising - the husband was deep into his cups and seemed
to have no idea of my interest in his wife, or anything else that was
going on in the bar. A real slob. I thought that his wife might be
interested when I put my hand on hers as we talked, and then on her knee,
getting a very friendly smile from her. So far, so good. Then I got a
little bolder. I leaned close, as if trying to speak clearly in the noisy
bar. My hand naturally moved up under her skirt as I leaned in her
direction. I could tell from the sudden movement of her eyes that she knew
what I wanted. Now it's a critical moment for the hunter: will my prey try
to escape, or will she go willingly into my trap?
The trap is not physical but psychological. She'll be
trapped into doing what I want because of her own wants and
She didn't recoil from my touch. My lovely sparkled for me. Yes, we'll be
going up to their room at the Best Western next door, if her asshole
husband doesn't get wise and cause a problem. Problem solved: she thought
my suggestion that we have a drink in the room was a good idea. The oaf
agreed that it might be a good idea. Maybe he thought he could get into my
pants! The dummy had no clue as to what was happening.
After we entered the room, the husband called Room Service and asked for
drinks to be delivered. In the meantime, I'm talking to his wife at very
close range, sitting on the couch with her. I'm getting excited now with
the kill coming ever closer. But I have to be careful; it's bad news to
get so close to what I want and then screw things up. That's a big
investment of time thrown out! I figure she's a 'virgin'(the kind I love
to seduce); a neophyte is likely to bolt. Better not rush things.
I was shocked when she opened a small bag and took out some objects. At
first it didn't register; they were sex toys! She had a dildo, some cuffs,
and a flogger. Then I noticed that her husband, who looked quite sober
now, had unpacked a video camera, and was setting it up. He had a
shit-eating grin on his face. The guy bowed to me when he saw that I
was looking his
"My dear," she said, "I'm pleased that you picked me out
from the crowd in that bar so that you could have fun with me. You're
quite attractive and I'd love to make love to your pussy - right after I
show you how delightful submission can be."
I was completely confused and had no idea what to say in response.
"Answer me, you little slut," she said, holding the flogger and
stroking it. That was ominous as hell. I figured I'd better say something.
In the meantime, that grinning idiot of a husband was taping the action.
"I'm not a slut," I said. "What the hell is going on
"It's quite simple," she said. "It's easy to catch a
predator if you use the right kind of bait. I'm the bait, and now we've
caught you. Hunting predators, that's our game.
Let me assure you, after tonight you'll ask us to give you the pleasure
that comes from painful submission. You'll not just ask. You'll *beg* to
be punished. By the way, we live in Tacoma and we'll have you over to our
little home dungeon for some sessions."
"You will. My name is Jeanne, and that is Arnold recording this
entire session. You will call me 'Mistress or 'Mistress Jeanne' until I
say that our little scene is over."
"Please let me go."
"We'll do that, if you wish. But consider that I won't damage you in
any way that will leave permanent marks. Moreover, I'll give you what is
called a 'safeword' which you can use whenever things get too intense for
you. Your safeword is 'red'. In return I'll show you a world of pleasure
and excitement that you won't get any other way. Think about that and tell
me if you want me to proceed. As an added incentive, I occasionally like
to switch. That means you can treat me as your submissive, after you've
learned the basics."
I hesitated, recalling what I've read about the world of domination and
submission. It did excite me. I knew there were S&M clubs around but
hadn't gotten up enough nerve to try them. Maybe this was my chance to
explore that part of me.
She spoke again, to convince me. "After a session of domination and
submission, we'll make love while Arnold records us." She embraced me
and kissed me directly on the lips. "I want to lick every fold of
your pussy, and have you do the same to me. I can taste your clit
I almost came at the thought of her tongue making slow circles
on my nub.
"Your answer?," she asked while stroking my hair.
"Yes, I'll do it."
"Yes, what? You must call me 'Mistress', my lovely sub."
"Good, we start now. Kneel down, with your ass in the air. Pull your
panties down. Arnold, focus on her face."
It looked like a long night ahead.