She hesitated, seemingly working through it all. Giving up control can be an unbelievably scary but also an exciting thing. She had been given some assurances — an escape route, my promise to not do anything damaging or harmful. She also knew me a little bit. “Ok. Um then yes. I do.”
“Ok, good. First thing, when addressing me, use ‘sir’ in your responses.”
I watched her facial expressions. She revealed little to me, but then nodded her head, maybe even expecting it. Afterall, any display of this lifestyle in movies often depicted submissives using respectful addresses. ‘Master’ was a bit much for this toe-dipping-in-the-water evening.
“Now, please stand up for me.”
She nodded. I raised my eyebrows. “Yes . . . sir,” she added.
“Good girl.” She reacted slightly to my use of the phrase, one that definitely placed me above her.
I stood and moved over to sit on the edge of the bed. “To start, you may kneel down here in front of me.”
“What?”
I smiled at her and pointed down to the floor in front of me. “Are you choosing to give me control, Caroline?”
She looked conflicted. She actually started clenching her fists as her body went rigid. She nodded and knelt down, followed quietly by a “yes sir.”
I looked at her for a moment, reached out with the palm of my hand and held her cheek, “thank you.”
She seemed to blush a bit, even as she remained rigid at my feet.
I leaned forward, bringing my face closer to hers as I kept her cheek in the palm of my hands. “Now, if we had a bit more of a committed Dominant and submissive relationship, I would normally have you wear a lot less clothing. I find women’s bodies to be especially lovely and enjoy seeing them as much as possible. And since I find you to be attractive, I think I would enjoy seeing that.” I paused, watching her expression, the blush spreading across her face, maybe even in pleasure more than a bit of humiliation at the thought. “But tonight? Likely a bit too far.”
I leaned back.
“Would you like to know what other things I would normally have you do?”
She nodded her head silently.
“Would you, Caroline?”
“Yes sir. I would.” She said quietly.
“Well, in addition to being naked, you would serve me in whatever it is that I needed, massage me, sexually please me, but also in attending to my non-erotic needs as well. You would look for ways to make me happy. Much of your time would be devoted to my needs, anticipating them and responding to them. Your beautiful body on display, because it would make me happy.”
Her mouth actually hung open just a little bit. I knew by making her kneel, I had made her tap her toe on the other side of the threshold. And with me listing things I would have done, she more likely would be internalizing this. At least I had hoped.
I was not trying to manipulate her. For me, I was feeling out her emotions with her. If she was truly interested in this, I wanted to see how a strong usually in-control woman would react. And watching her face work through my list just made me hornier, honestly.
I continued.
“And subsequently, I would be focused on your needs. I would know what is good for you, so I would push you in the right direction. Your nudity would not be only for me, but also for your own acceptance of how beautiful you are. And even further, you would not be hiding anything from me — emotionally, physically. You would eat well and drink well, for me and for you.”
She remained silent at my feet, the blush never leaving her face, but her eyes only half focused on my face as she digested my words.
“Schedules, required dress, or undress as it were, meal planning, all of these are to free you up to be happy and enjoy the other things. My need to control. Yours to be controlled. It’s a yin and a yang. Understand?”
She nods
“Good. Now, we need to work out your punishment.”
“My punishment?” My statement brought her out of her contemplative state, her voice rising a little at her question.
“You were ten minutes late to dinner last night. I would prefer to not be kept waiting.” I paused for a moment, “and it should be ‘my punishment, sir’, right?”
“Sorry, sir.” She looked like she wanted to say something else but was suppressing it.
“Good girl. I am thinking a spanking would work, likely five slaps would help you remember.”
“You want to spank me?” To her credit, she remained on the floor.
“Do I want to? Yes, I most certainly do. But this actually has a bit more to do with you than me. You wanted to give up control. Me spanking you for not doing what you should have done, and you accepting it because you have handed control to me. This is what this is about.”
I watched her face for a moment, “Something tells me you want to be spanked. The problem is, it feels wrong. You feel like as an empowered woman you should not accept this. But then that is just what you have been led to believe — growing up, hearing others. That is misplaced pride dictating the rules for you. What is it that YOU want, Caroline? Do you want to be corrected? Do you want to be cared for? Cherished? Desired? What choice will you make, Caroline?”
She looked so conflicted kneeling on the floor in front of me, her eyes staring at nothing as she searched her feelings.
I didn’t know which way she would go. It might prove to be one of those defining moments for her. The step across the threshold, as it were, instead of merely tapping with her toe, then running away.
She slowly stood and faced me. She then moved towards me and silently climbed across my lap.
She couldn’t see my smile. Of course this brought me pleasure, but there was something wonderful about seeing a person come into their own.
“Five. Count out loud each one, please.”
“Yes . . . sir.”
Her sheath dress hugged her backside nicely. I had noticed her slender form before, so it was nice to see it now.
“Note, I would normally pull your skirt up, and maybe even your panties down, but tonight, we will forgo that.”
And with that, I carefully placed the palm of my hand on the left cheek of her bottom. I gently rubbed, lightly, then raised my hand and slapped. She made a noise and quietly said, “one.”
I did not spank hard by any stretch. I wasn’t into pain, or humiliation, even if both of those played a small role here. This really was about submission to redirection. It was more emotionally impactful than anything physical.
I slapped a second time. “Two,” she quietly said.
I massaged lightly again, and then slapped. “Three.”
Another. “Four.”
And finally, one more longer massage followed by a final slap. “Five.”
She did not immediately get up but continued to lay across me. I took the implied invitation to massage her bottom.
Finally, she slowly rose from my lap, and then interestingly moved in front of me to return to a kneeling position.
I leaned forward, bringing my face closer to hers again. The expression on her face looked thoughtful. She didn’t seem to be in pain, but rather a bit taken aback by what happened.
“Are you the type who processes things out loud with others or by yourself?”
She regarded me for a moment, then seemed to settle on an answer. “I think it depends on the situation.”
“And what does this situation require of you?”
“I think a mixture of the two.” I was starting to really appreciate her analytical mind. This had become fascinating to me.
I waited for her to continue, giving her some space to start when she felt ready.
“I . . . don’t know you that well . . . but . . . I felt very connected just now.” Her eyes moved down as she struggled to get it out.
I put my finger under her chin and raised it so that she was looking at me. “Eyes up here, Caroline. And you can say anything at this point.”
She nodded. “Yes sir.”
She continued, her eyes on mine. “I started off mad. Then, like, emotional. Then comfortable. Then mad that I felt comfortable. Then confused.” She smirked at me. “So now I am at confused.”
She sighed. “Part of me wants to run away. Another part wants this to never end.” She looked pleadingly at me, “is this at all normal?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Conflicting emotions can be part of the start of it all. I am not into converting people to this lifestyle, but if someone genuinely feels drawn to it, then what you described feels about right.”
She nodded and continued to look at me.
“And how does your bottom feel?”
She smiled, “warm but not in real pain. Might be a little bruised tomorrow. Don’t know for sure. Will check it out a bit later.” She smiled shyly at me.
I nodded.
“Caroline, please note that tomorrow you are the boss at the client’s. This may be confusing, but I work for you.”
She smiled, “So you are choosing to submit to me?”
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