“Whatever sir wishes” I beamed at him. “What do expect from me?”
“Blind obedience and your body,” he murmured.
I tingled inside.
He continued. “Weekends, well most weekends, we do have families to visit from time to time, plus boring functions I have to attend, you will be my most obedient wench. In my lair, as you call it, you will be naked at all times in there, unless I think of something for you to wear. Out here, well we can be equitable, have fun around the house, no doubt. I’m not into total power exchange with the trappings of master-slave dynamics and you don’t come across as the slave type anyway. Nor do I do age-play or fantasy playing of any kind. I will only ever be myself with you. I have to work long hours and this is about relaxing and pleasure for me. However, I do expect the appropriate submissive behaviour from you when it is called for. You will learn my habits and you in return will be, shall we say, rewarded.”
Rewards were always a big bonus and I was easily sold on Jason’s rewards. However, I should not require incentives to be his submissive as it rather invalidated the concept of submission to need something in return. There should be no tit-for-tat approach to pleasing him. That said, if he was offering, I was not going to refuse, probably because I was far from being the perfect submissive. I craved his enticement, his indulgences.
“Sounds good to me,” I gave him an encouraging response. “How should I address you?” Etiquette and deportment were often important to doms.
“Sir, when we are in play. When we have become more familiar with each other’s roles, then you may call me master,” he said dryly.
I was happy with that. What would he call me? I did not ask. I would enjoy the anticipation of waiting to find out.
“You sleep with me. I don’t do separate beds. I enjoy your company. I also like vanilla with you, it has been an eye-opener,” he grinned with satisfaction. His fingers were now on my thigh, twirling around closer and closer.
“What about my work?”
“Ah work, well there’s the hub of the problem. I have to set standards and like I said before, I don’t have relationships with employees. Well definitely not permanent ones,” he pondered for a minute.
“I don’t want to fire you or force you out of a job. Let’s give this arrangement a few weeks to try out. If it goes well, you could resign your contract and I will help you find a good post somewhere else. Discretion is key, no hanky panky or I will have to fire your fucked arse. Seriously, I trust you to be discreet and not draw attention to our relationship. If you do, at best I’ll punish you, at worst you’ll be released from our agreement.”
“Yes, boss!” I saluted with my hand but underneath my confident veneer, his words had unnerved me. I did not want to contemplate being shunned by him - we had only just begun our journey together. Then I hesitated, thinking about the future.
“What?” Impatient boss was back.
“You said long-term relationship, what did you mean?”
“I’m keen on you, Gemma. If all this works out, then you could be more than my sometime sub.”
He ran a finger along one of my fingers. My heart skipped a beat. It was my ring finger, except there was no ring on it. I gawped at him in obvious delight.
“Don’t get carried away, we’ve got a long way to go in the getting to know you stakes, haven’t we? Compatibility and everything. There will be some basic protocols to follow, most only apply in the lair. So let me fetch my list of limits.” He lifted me off his lap and headed to his desk drawers.
The evening descended fast, night-time had arrived and Jason ran his finger down the lengthy list one last time.
“That looks good, we’re clear about everything?” he had been very business-like through the whole limits process.
I had taken on a different persona for him, my sassy and self-assured one. She knew what she liked and had the experience to keep her advantage in the conversation. When it came to dictating my tastes, preferences and limits, he had no say in the matter. As a good dominant he listened, questioned and acknowledged what he heard. Once all was agreed he was in charge and I would let him do as he wished. I created the a la carte menu - he would pick the dishes.
I thought, in hindsight, he liked my bolshie approach. He certainly smiled a great deal during the proceedings.
I had told him absolutely no piercing, bloodletting nor electric play. Public humiliation was a no for me too. “I assume privacy is important to you, Jason,” I had pointed out.
He had smiled wryly. “Depends on your definition of public,” and he left his enigmatic remark at that.
I curled my legs up underneath my feet and we moved on.
“Nettles?” he had asked, eyebrows raised.
“They make a nice soup I believe,” I replied impertinently.
“Ah, bloody, ah!”
“Well I sat on some for a few minutes once,” I recollected with a grimace.
“And?”