by The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo…
Not to be confused with The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, the first novel in The Millennium Trilogy by author Stieg Larsson published in 2005. I never even heard of the books until the first one came out on DVD in 2009.
After several long-distance relationships, I’ve had decided to meet only females from my state, and preferably if possible, from the local surrounding area around my city. The chances were slim to find what I exactly looked for from this hick town and state. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo had some potential considering everything. I will call her Emily, that was not her real name, who lived relatively nearby in the city.
Emily was a nursing supervisor in one of the local area hospitals. She was not even close to my former slave with whom I was forced to break up due to her procrastination 9 months before. I regret that to this day! Emily ticked off a lot of boxes on my must list. Under forty, yes. She was in her mid-thirties, had no kids, didn’t want any, non-smoker, and was a light social drinker. Recently moved to the city bought her own house lived alone if I do not count her two golden retrievers. She worked a split shift, not the best, but she could move to a day shift in a few months.
She trusted me enough after a few emails that we exchanged our phone numbers. We talked a lot on the phone. I didn’t want to waste my time, once again. I had to be certain that before we meet we have similar ideas about the possible relationship. Emily had a pleasant feminine voice, sent a couple of photos by email. She was five feet and three inches tall. Average in weight and looks with short light brown hair with hazel eyes. Could have passed for a butch dike, especially riding around a Harley. She owned a small pick-up truck for shopping. Interested in M/s, liked to draw and had an interest in photography. The images of herself, which she sent not the most feminine looking. Hesitated much about her past, as if she wanted to leave all that behind, wanted to be reborn, to have a new fresh start.
Our discussions covered a wide range of topics. What we liked in sex to about our expectations from an M/s relationship. She had some bondage experience and indicated an interest in TPE, aka Total Power Exchange. Emily sounded like someone who had trust issues. I guess it was due to her past, as she didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t push her too much. Eventually divulged that she had a huge dragon tattoo on the right side of her body. The same dragon image which she had drawn and sent me. Into body art, and she had a large tolerance for pain. Getting tattooed which included her right breast was painful. Emily mentioned that she would consider getting piercings in her nipples and clit, if I would be interested, once we were in a relationship.
After about two weeks of talking on the phone on many occasions late into the night, she asked for my office number. Emily wanted to be more serious and to check to see if I was telling her the truth about my work. I gave her my direct line. The following day she called to confirm. She was happy that I was on the level. I’ve asked for her working number too. Trust was being built steadily between us. After six weeks of chatting on the phone, it was time to meet in person. She indicated an interest in my paintings since she saw a few of the images that I sent via email and now was ready to see them in real life. For that, she had to visit my home.
We already had each other’s addresses. I’ve driven by her house without her knowing about seeing her bike and truck parked on the driveway. It was a smaller two-bedroom house, just over 1000 sq ft. My house wasn’t huge either at 1500 sq ft. Suitably very comfortable for two or three persons. Our date was set for the following Saturday in the early afternoon.
The visit
Emily rumbled by on her Harley, parked on his driveway, and rang the doorbell. I’ve opened the door, she stepped over the threshold into my house. She wore blue jeans and biker boots, a black leather jacket with a light green blouse underneath, with her helmet in her hands. Emily looked very nervous. I’ve asked her to remove her boots in the hallway. She did and put her helmet and sunglasses down on the floor. In-person, her face was better looking than on the images from earlier. Nothing exceptional she had no make-up on a bit would have helped. Nothing like my former slave she had nice long legs and looked great not just nude but in a dress or jeans too. Emily was not very feminine looking in person, although she had potential with a bit of work. Emily was shorter by several inches, however much better looking than someone who wanted to be my slave and even moved in for a couple of weeks from another state, another story just by herself, and a lot younger too.
I offered to take her a leather jacket and placed it on the back of one of the dining rooms chairs. We walked around the living room she looked at all the paintings hanging from the walls. Emily was impressed and wondered if there were more. I proceeded to show her all the ones in the other rooms. She liked the ones in the master bedroom the most. She loved the furnishings and décor, noted that hers was not as nice, and liked the refined cultured “very European” look. After the art tour, I’ve offered her something to drink, and we settled on some Perrier sparkling water. She could not drink anything with alcohol as she was riding her Harley. We sat down by the dining room table and chatted for a while.
Her dragon tattoo came up as a topic. I’ve asked if it would be possible to see her dragon. Emily mentioned that she would have to be undressed for that. She was apprehensive and hesitated. I’ve pointed out that it was not such a big deal for her to be nude. Nothing to be ashamed of.
Emily had a nervous smile and proceeded slowly, took off her blouse, I could see the head and the upper part of the dragon. She wore no bra, her breasts were perky, slightly bigger than a B cup, and she had nice pink nipples. She stopped and rotated a full circle so he could have a look. Her nipples were excited stood up firmly. I wanted to see the rest of the dragon because it was intrigued. She proceeded very nervously to remove her jeans, she had no panties on, and now her dragon was completely visible, as well as her shaved and smooth vagina with very delicate lips. The kind I liked. Rotated very slowly, to expose all the intricate details of the dragon.
She began to tremble from nervousness. I’ve tried to calm her down by giving her a hug saying that she had nothing to be shamed off, she a very nice body (that was true) and that I liked the dragoon tattoo (that was not), especially the green and yellow colour that was used on the upper body and the belly of the dragon. Finally stopped trembling, calmed down enough to sit next to me without crossing her legs, and talked a bit about the tattooing process. It took her several sessions over two weeks to do the tattoo, due to the detail and the pain, especially around her right breast and nipple. She drank more Perrier to calm herself down. I kept my opinion to myself, never liked large tattoos, while on young and firm skin, they looked fine, but once the skin lost the firmness, it looked dreadful, as far as was concerned. I had no reason to hurt her feelings, especially since she was very proud of her dragon.
Emily excused herself to go to the washroom, took her clothing with her, returned with her clothes on. She sat down for a bit, and we continued talking about cars and bikes. She left shortly after that. Her visit lasted one hour. Later in the evening called me to apologize for leaving so soon but she was very nervous. She would contact me several times the following days, sounded polite and friendly, promised that soon we would meet again. I sensed that something was just not quite right with her. I had enough psycho bitches in my past and certainly did not want another.
As it turned out, I was right. Emily left a message on my answering machine while I was at work to call her. I did there was no answer. I’ve tried a couple more times over the next two days.
Several days later, she called told me not to call her again, she was rude towards me! I’ve asked Emily to clarify just what was her problem? I was not a gentleman, humiliated and degraded her just like her past biker boyfriend used to do, who used the top of her head as a beer can holder. Wow, maybe I should have! She called several more times to scream at my answering machine, and eventually, Emily stopped calling.
