The first part of this story can be found in my post history. The story and the events are based on real life, while the conversations and personal details have been suitably modified for a better flow and in the interest of anonymity.
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I looked around the cafe as I sat at my table awaiting the arrival of my fellow colleague, and depending on how things went ahead, a potential playmate. I sipped a glass of water to collect my thoughts, running over my plan for this afternoon in my mind on how best to intrigue Susan’s curiosity. So far her accidentally finding out the collar in my room had made her curious enough to agree seeing me alone. But if I wanted this to end as I had pictured it, I had to play all my cards right and leave nothing to chance. My seat at the far end of the cafe allowed me to have a direct view of the entrance. I let a smile form on my face as the door opened and I saw her enter, looking around before finding me. She waved her hand as she began walking towards me. I stood up to greet her as she came nearer. Here it begins…
*”I have so many questions! Why do you have that inscribed dog collar in your room, when you have no pets?” she asked me. I took a moment to consider how best to answer her question.*
*”I’ll tell you later, text me tonight” was the only short reply I gave. There were too many people around at the time to delve deeper into the topic.*
*Indeed, not much time after the party ended I received a text from her : “Now can you tell me what was all that about?”*
*How much time had it been yet since they left? She could’ve hardly got into her Uber by this time!*
*”Long story. Meet me tomorrow at Andy’s Brews at noon, and I’ll tell you all about it” I sent her back. This was followed by some back and forth with her making up excuses as to how she was busy, and trying to get her answers out of me over text. But I knew that the goal I had in my mind required me to read her reactions, something which wasn’t possible over texts. She eventually gave in to her curiosity and agreed to meet for half an hour.*
She took the seat opposite to me and we ordered our coffees. The first few minutes of our conversation had been about irrelevant things. The things that don’t matter, which everyone involved knows. Yet for the sake of following social protocols they talk about them nonetheless, even though they already have something specific on their minds. Our coffees arrived in a while. We took a couple of sips, before her questions began. Questions that I knew must’ve been burning in her mind since last night.
“So..that collar..interesting piece of decoration you have hidden in your bedroom huh?” she began, trying to start it on a light note.
“Decoration…A curious choice of words.” was all that I offered, enjoying her uneasiness to directly address it. She was getting fidgety with her curiosity.
“Now come on, what was it? You don’t own any pets, of that I am sure. And even if you did, who in their right minds would name them..” she consciously lowered her voice before finishing her sentence “*slut*?”
I could hardly control myself and allowed a chuckle to escape. I saw her throwing a confused, and a slightly annoyed look at my condescending reaction. I composed myself before answering her question.
“Okay, you are right about me owning pets. I don’t. But that collar isn’t mean for *animals*.”
“What do you me…what? I don’t …do you mean..Can you please stop talking in riddles? I can’t get that image out of my head since the time I saw it! Will you just tell me now?” she grew frustrated at the fun I was having at her expense.
“Fair enough” I said, composing myself again. “Before I answer that, what do you know about BDSM?”
Susan was taken by surprise at the counter question.
“Umm…I don’t know much..isn’t that some fetish when people beat up their partners during sex? I never understood what could possibly turn them on about it!” she offered.
I visibly gasped at the view she had in mind of the whole concept.
“And where did you get this idea? 50 shades?” I enquired.
“Yeah…I guess so..” she replied sheepishly, sensing from my reaction that her guess was far from accurate.
“Oh dear…you need to forget all that you think you ‘learned’ about BDSM from that movie” I was well aware how majority of the people had weird misconceptions about the lifestyle, but every single time I talked to someone new about their notions of BDSM, they managed to surprise me.
“Okay, I can tell you all about it if you are interested. I myself have been practicing this lifestyle since quite some time now, and let me begin by saying that what you just described is a rather tiny fraction of BDSM, called sadism and masochism. And even then, its not at all what you think it is.” I noticed that she had put down her coffee on the table and was intently listening. Good, I had her attention.
“BDSM is much more than that. Infact, for the most part it need not even be sexual. Let’s start with the basics. In its most simplified form, there are two partners in a BDSM relationship. One, who is the Dominant type, or Dom, and the other who is a Submissive type, or a Sub. There are many nuances, of course, but for now let’s just talk about this. Are you with me so far?”
She nodded.
“Good. Now, the relationship doesn’t have to be sexual always. There are many aspects of it. Let’s talk about control and power exchange, which have nothing to do with sex. Being a sub in a D/s type dynamic with someone means allowing them to make certain decisions for you. This does not mean that the sub has absolutely no power over her life and has to obey everything that her Dom says. Far from it. Infact, counter-intuitive though it might seem, it is the Sub who has the real power. It is the Sub who *chooses* to obey. The Dom in this dynamic only has as much power over the Sub as the Sub allows him to take. With me so far?”
“What do you mean make decisions? What kind of decisions?” she asked. Clearly, her mind had begun processing all the new information being thrown at her.
“Great question. Like I said, it depends on what the Sub *allows*. It could be something as innocent as choosing what she wears on a particular day. Or it can be something as depraved as controlling when she gets to have an orgasm.” I took a pause to observe her reaction. It was the first time in all the time we had known each other that we were venturing into discussions of such a dark nature. Much of our interactions had been professional, or rather platonic at best. It was important to tread these waters lightly before pulling her in deeper.
Susan’s reaction was interesting. Her eyebrows shot up at the last sentence, but she spoke nothing. Her curiosity urged me through her silence to fill her with more of the knowledge she was so eagerly seeking.
“BDSM isn’t just about sex. It can extend far beyond that in your life. A good Dom who can induce a sense of discipline in his Sub can help her achieve goals in her life that she felt were otherwise unreachable. Often, a Sub allows her Dom to take control of her routines, her schedules, her habits. The Dom may restrict certain activities and enforce certain others. What the Dom provides here is his time, his experience, his guidance, rewards, and punishments. What the Sub gets here is someone to be held accountable to, someone who takes responsibility for her, someone who is willing to invest himself in her improvement. The rewards and punishments that I talk about are often discussed in advance, and they come in fun sexual packages depending on compatible kinks. Again, only as much as the Sub is comfortable with.”
I repeatedly kept emphasizing the part about how beneath the surface, the Sub had plenty of control of everything that was happening. One of the frustrating misconceptions that frequently come up in interactions about BDSM is how ‘powerless’ a Sub is, and that turns a great deal of people away from the lifestyle. I wanted to make sure I got this point across as clearly as possible, ridding Susan’s mind clear of any such notions.
“But then,” she began “how is it different than a conventional mentor-mentee dynamic?”
It was this curiosity in this young woman that made her all the more alluring to me. I subtly checked the wall clock behind her for the time, as if blankly staring in the distance. About an hour had passed since she had arrived for our supposedly half an hour meeting, and not once had she mentioned the time. I knew I was doing something right.
“You are perceptive, and have touched upon a fine nuance.” I replied. “The Dom/Sub dynamic is not really that different, except the sexual aspects of course. You see, people identifying as the Dom type or the Sub type isn’t something that exists only within the framework of BDSM. Quite often people unconsciously follow those roles their entire lives without coming across this lifestyle. The way I see it, BDSM is only a system which allows you to explore something that inherently exists within you in a fun and fulfilling way, while combining it with sexual play to make it all the more exciting. However, these are only the broadest of dynamics. As you explore the finer nuances, you’ll get to know more and more about the type of person you are, the type of things you like, and more importantly the characteristics you would want in a partner, with whom you’ll feel comfortable in any relationship. Mentally, physically, and sexually. But that is a topic of discussion for another time. You’ve got plenty of information to process for a single day.”
I sipped the rest of my coffee, watching her face as a hundred different questions and emotions created turbulence in her thoughts. She was blankly staring at her coffee, turning her fingers around the cup, while her mind was deeply engrossed in an entirely different world. After a while, she spoke
“You still haven’t told me anything about that collar”
I simply smirked.
“You’ve heard enough for today. Maybe next time.”
Her curiosity was a wild beast, one that could not be tamed. Nor did I want to. It was this curiosity indeed which would make her keep coming back to me, of that I was sure.
I had done what I could to turn the little sparks of her curiosity into flames; now I had to maintain patience and let time fan those flames into a fire.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9xdky6/mild_initiation_of_a_young_girl_to_the_bdsm
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