Bdsm Virgin

Part 4.6

I stayed longer than I had planned. I was engrossed in converting interviews from other submissives and Dominants into text format that made sense for print. Everything I read told me that a real D/S relationship is inclusive of respect for each other, not just giving and receiving orders.

I could buy into that – except the propensity of the submissive calling the Dominant "Sir" or, in some cases, "Master" did not sit with me. Included in my personal issue with the whole thing was the Dominant telling the submissive she was a good girl for pleasing him that was a norm, and expected.

It seemed somewhat degrading and patronizing.

Oh, I get that some people enjoy this, but for me? No way! Yet, when Jeff texted me that I was a "Good Girl," I had to admit to myself that I was a little proud. Boy, my therapist is going to have a field day with this one!

Grace poked her head into my office. "You staying all day, kiddo?" She smiled, but it was that you're-still-not-out-of-the-doghouse kind of smile.

My vision shot to the face of my phone. 5:00?! Holy...!!!!!!

I looked for a message on my phone from Jeff. Nothing. A basketball size lump gathered in my throat as I texted him. "I'm sorry. Got involved in work. Leaving now."

I gathered my laptop, my phone, and turned off the desktop computer waiting for an answer. Nothing.

He must have given up and gone home – probably won't want to see me now. Another one down the drain! Dammit! Chance!

I exited the elevator and looked, hoping to see Jeff waiting. Nothing. I peered at my phone searching for a message. Nothing.

Slowly making my way to my car in the parking garage, tears welled. I really was hurt that he hadn't messaged me. I reached for the car door with my key, still expecting him to show up. Nothing.

Sitting behind the wheel with both hands grasping tight, I began to sob. God! I really blew it! I realized then just how important Jeff had become in my life. I wanted to please him and see his smile and his eyes beaming. Maybe I am a submissive after all.

Ping! "Look at the car next to you, Chance."

A car was next to me? Jeff! I beamed. He motioned for me to come to his car, and I raced to him like a schoolgirl filled with butterflies on her first date.

He stepped from his car and rushed to me. His arms encircled me, and I melted into him. He just held me quietly – stroking my hair and kissing my head softly. I relinquished control to him there and then.

No words were said. He gently pushed my shoulders toward the ground watching me closely. I followed his lead and knelt on the ground before him. I had no idea what was coming, nor was I sure what was happening, but I sensed deeply that a profound change was occurring.

He bent down and knelt in front of me himself. Mouths touched and tongues explored. The spark was lit, and a throb began between my thighs, deep in my belly. Leaning in closer to him, my need became urgent, and I held him tighter toward me.

He quietly pushed me away. "Chance, follow me home. Ok?"

I nodded and rose to my feet. He helped me into my car, fastened my seatbelt, and kissed me sweetly on my cheek. "I'll see you there, my love."

I was speechless. Something had changed in me, and I still cannot describe what it was. But a part of me released some deep fear of losing control to someone else, especially a man.