We parted our ways after the coffee. I could tell she wasn’t completely satisfied with the meeting; after all she never got the answer for the one thing she came over for. But what she did get was plenty of questions, in her mind. Just like I had planned.
Over the next few days however, things seemed like they went back to normal. Susan didn’t follow up with the discussion we had at the cafe, and acted as if we never had that talk. She went back to being her former, professional self. Even the frequency of her platonic, once regular texts decreased. It was a very real possibility that she might have been weirded out by the kink. In that case all I could do was stop having any thoughts about her ending up as my playmate.
Things went on like this for about a couple more weeks. Regular office related conversations, if any, and nothing else. Earlier she used to stop by my desk randomly when she got bored with work. These short interruptions were always a pleasant distraction for me as well. We would talk for a few minutes till we were both charged up again, and then go back to work.
Then one day, about three weeks after her finding out the collar in my room, Susan stopped by my desk. Apparently she wanted to clear a technical doubt about the project she was working on. I explained to her the thing she was struggling with, and after seeing what looked like satisfaction in her face, I shifted my attention back to my work. But she stood around by my desk, nervously tapping her fingers on her notepad.
“Uhh…” she began
“About that *guidance* thing from our discussion earlier…”
My fingers stopped typing. I turned my face to look at her. She had caught my full attention. She averted my gaze as I raised my eyebrows in a questioning glance.
“Can we talk a little bit more about that?” she requested “Not here, not now. Maybe someplace in private?”
*Curiosity indeed kills the cat*
“Sure” I offered. “How about dinner tonight after work?”
Her lips shaped up in an imperceptible and silent smile, as if conveying her gratitude.
“Yes, that works!” she gleefully accepted. What a remarkable difference between the woman standing next to me now and the woman from 3 weeks ago who hardly had half an hour. The flames of curiosity were indeed flaring out.
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“Thank you for meeting with me again!” Susan said as our orders were placed on the table. I briefly acknowledged it with a smile.
“So, what brings you here tonight?” I asked
“I’ve been thinking about our discussion from that day. A lot. And I’ve been reading up a great deal about it on online forums. Honestly, it felt scary and intimidating at first, but the way you described it last time felt much more calming, and much more…safe!” My decision to take it slow had indeed paid off.
“I am getting really curious about this whole thing. I want to try it out and experience it for myself. But the more I read about people’s experiences online, the more it felt like there were far more bad Doms than good ones out there. But you…you put my mind so much at ease that day that I didn’t even realize it! I was completely comfortable during the time I was with you. I only felt scared when I was reading about it alone.”
“You are most generous to make that assessment of me. BDSM can be scary, yes, and your first time experiences can make or break your decision to choose this as a lifestyle. You are completely justified in feeling that way. Infact, a healthy bit of skepticism is beneficial to keep yourself alert if the person you’re submitting to is acting to fulfill his own selfish desires, or is he actively trying to make your experience better.”
“I was wondering…” she hesitated in completing the sentence. In the back of my mind I could guess what she was wondering, but I let her finish her sentence on her own accord
“I was wondering if…you would do this with me” she said eventually.
“What makes you choose me?”
“Well…you seem to be a really caring kind of guy, and like I said, you make me feel so comfortable about it. I don’t know if I could even talk about such dark fantasies with anyone else. But you already have experience in this it seems and I feel that I could learn a lot from you!” The will to learn. How pleasing these words were!
The seeds that I had planted in her mind had been growing under the nourishment of her curiosity.
We discussed what were her expectations from this arrangement. She asked questions about the kind of rules I would set up for her, about the rewards and punishments I would give to her. I asked questions about how willingly she was going to devote herself, and what level of control over her life was she ready to give up. We talked about our preferred kinks, likes, dislikes and common sexual fantasies. About a couple hours later, dinner was finished and our mental appetites were full as well. I agreed to take her under my wing.
“We begin your training this weekend, when we will have our first play session.” I looked into her eyes as she got visibly excited like a little girl who had just heard she was going to Disneyland.
“Dress pretty!”
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Would love to know if you’d want more.
P.S. Since I started sharing this experience, I’ve received a few PMs asking about online guidance. Please check out [this](https://redd.it/9xy3t8) for some of the common questions, and feel free to PM if you want to discuss further.
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[Part 4](https://redd.it/9ydcws)