The
Legend of Tara
©
Mom
Deciding to be a submissive
I hadn't talked to Chris in a few days. A lot of things went through my
mind. When I thought about what happened I got excited and scared at the
same time. I also fired Debbie.
When Chris called and asked if I wanted to go out for a beer I was even
more confused. He had not been back to the office and things had been quiet,
so I couldn't think of anything we would have to talk about. Except that is,
for the obvious. What could he possibly want to talk about that for?
When I arrived at the bar he acted like he was nervous. Which was fine
with me, I was so nervous I could feel my heart beating in my throat! He had
already ordered a pitcher so I sat at down at the table, lit a cigarette,
and waited to hear what he had to say.
He asked me how I was as he lit a cigarette. I said fine, and when he
raised an eyebrow I got the idea of what he was asking. I had to smile.
"My ass is fine to", I said.
"I am sorry I lost my temper", he said fidgeting with his lighter.
"So am I", I said sarcastically, grinning at him.
"I am only saying it should not have happened out of anger, not that it
shouldn't have happened. Your husband should have done it years ago".
"Leave my husband out of this".
"Oh, so you haven't told him?"
"All he knows is that he got laid that night."
"And he didn't notice your bottom?"
"I am not in the habit of turning the light ON to go to bed, so no."
"So, you admit that it turned you on. I thought as much."
"To be honest, I don't know that it did anything other than confuse the
hell out of me. What are you getting at Chris?"
"You are a woman that makes quick decisions all the time, and has precise
likes or dislikes. So I figure that if you had been pissed off, appalled,
or thought you hadn't deserved what happened, I would either be in jail
by now or your husband would have knocked on my door. Since I haven't heard
from you, I figured either you liked it, were confused, or scared. Am I right?"
"Confused is a good description."
"How so?"
"Well, the fact that I am not angry, that it didn't seem weird to me, the
sexual reaction I had to it, take your pick."
"It's not unusual for a woman such as you to like losing control once
in a while. A lot do. Nor are you the first to find giving up control a
turn on."
"I don't really feel that giving in and saying what you wanted to hear
so you would stop beating my ass is the same as giving up control of anything."
"If that's all you did, then why am I not in jail?"
"I am not sure."
"I think you know."
"Mostly because I think I liked it, I don't know why, it doesn't make
sense. But for a few minutes I felt as if someone actually gave a shit.
They weren't just kissing my ass out of fear of what they think I am."
"And that is?"
"Apparently most think I am this mean person that gets up every morning
and decides over coffee who my next victim will be."
"Are you?"
"No."
"What are you then?"
"Well, there is certainly more to me than that."
"Want to know what I see when I watch you?"
"You watch me?"
"I have for a while now, do you want to know?"
"Sure."
I sat listening to his rendition of what I am in silence, I was kind of
surprised how close he was coming to the truth. Until he got to the part where
he said I was a "natural submissive forced by life to take charge, claiming
that fact explained the anger that seemed to be in most things I do."
I wasn't to sure about that, seemed to me I took charge rather well. But
I continued to sip my beer and listen. He seemed to see a lot by just "watching".
"So how close am I ?" He asked finally.
"Closer than I would like anyone to be", I responded.
He smiled then went on to tell me he thought that a D/s relationship might
benefit me, then asked me if I knew what it was.
I told him I had a friend that was into that sort of thing, but I couldn't
quite imagine myself kneeling at anyone's feet, let alone calling anyone
Sir and being told what to do. But I definitely knew I wasn't wearing a damn
dog collar and being led around on a leash!
He smiled at what he called my "naiveness" and explained that what my
friend was into was S/m which was different. He gave what I now know was
a basic description of both, explaining that there were varying degrees
of both.
He went on to give me his idea on what he thought would be right for me.
Which I have to admit was a bit more lax than most D/s relationships I have
seen since. There were the basic rules of respect, and he said we could
build after that. The only thing we decided after that was that; since we
spent a lot of time in the public eye due to business, the D/s portion of
our relationship would be kept behind closed doors. So for me it was an
unspoken rule that since I didn't want have my backside exposed to the world,
nor to embarrass us both. I would never force his hand publicly.
As you might have guessed I had already decided to try it. Hell, I would
then and now try anything once, twice if I liked it. But when he asked me
if I was interested I told him I would have to think about it. A couple
of days later I called to tell him I would give it a month trial to see
if it was what I want/needed.
Our first meeting as Dom/sub was mostly filled with deciding on what should
or shouldn't be included in this domain. After all we were both married.
So the first thing we decided was that sex in the form that normally causes
offspring would not be happening. Although to say that nothing "sexual" ever
happened between us would be a lie. The rest that was decided that day was
purely schematics.
With all that out of the way, he asked me to come to him pull my pants
down and lay over his lap. I of course not getting the picture, balked.
Here's a thought; When going to a meeting of any sort with a Dom, never
where a skirt, dress, or anything easy to remove, unless ya don't mind the
removal of it. Because in one fluid motion he grabbed my arm, pulled me over
his knee, lifted my skirt and proceeded to spank my bottom.
Slowly at first reminding me that in this relationship that I would do
as I was told "including" presenting my bottom to him when and where he seen
fit. When I laughed (which turns out was NOT one of my brighter ideas!)
he spanked harder and faster asking me if I had thought it was a joke.
In between ow's and yelps I answered no. But in my mind at that very moment
I truly doubted my sanity in agreeing to try this, but figured well it's
only for a month.
He slowed again although I still think he was swatting even harder when
he announced he thought a few more would do the trick. He then swatted fast
and hard for what seemed like forever. Then he stopped, helped me to my
feet and hugged me.
I was still kind of reeling from the whole ordeal when he announced he
would see me at my office the next morning. I just kind of nodded and walked
out of the door. On my way home I mulled the whole thing over in my mind,
and then came to one conclusion. That was one HELL of an introduction, eh?