She was a wife. She was a mother. For years she’d taken pride in doing each well. Over time, however, the importance of both seemed to wane. Children become more independent as they grow and couples drift apart. Besides she knew she was more than that.
She threw herself into a study and then work. From a part time job to a career. That had sustained her interest for a while. Then, when that became routine, she rediscovered exercise with gym and running and then her spiritual side with yoga. She was in the best shape of her life, busy, earning good money, managing her household, but still not happy. She desired something more.
Like most women, she’d read those popular novels then watched the subsequent movies. They had piqued her interest in the deeply connected, emotional, mental, and physical aspects of Dominance and submission.
She dabbled with some kink with her husband on the rare occasion they had sex. It was disappointing. She knew there was more to it. She started exploring other sources of information and came across my writing and photography.
“Your take on things seems different,” she messaged me.
“Than those books? I’d hope so!”
We’d had numerous conversions over the last couple of months.
“How would you deal with a newbie?” she asked.
“I’d ask her about her goals, what she wanted from it. We’d discuss expectations of each other.”
“I like that,” she texted. “Rules, punishments, that kind of thing?”
I thought carefully about my answer. What I wrote would set her expectations for any future relationship she had.
“The rules are whatever you both agree. You do the things that excite you both. Whatever you decide. You design your dynamic together. Equal partners.”
“Wow,” she replied.
“And then it’s the Dom’s job to make it all happen,” I added. “He’s the guide.”
There was a pause.
“Could we talk on the phone?” she asked.
I agreed. A minute later we were talking. I could hear the smile in her voice.
“That sounds amazing,” she sighed.
We talked for an hour. She invited me to meet her for a coffee. We spoke every day for two weeks then planned our first play date.
I kept it simple. No gimmicks. No props. I took our time, building tension and trust.
I spoke. she listened, whispered “yes, Sir,” and obeyed. She was a natural.
I sat in the chair by the window, wearing a suit, eyes on her. She was standing in the middle of the hotel room, hands behind her back, eyes lowered, totally naked, illuminated by the sunlight seeping in through the crack in the curtains.
“Good girl,” I whispered.
She beamed.
“Now crawl to me,” I said in a firm, deep voice.
Without hesitation, she lowered herself to her knees…
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