After work I called Mary. I said hello and Mary replied, "Hello, I thought I TOLD you to call me when you got off work! It's 6:24 pm. I KNOW you got off work at 5:00 pm. I can tell right away that I NEED to train you. It's up to you Mark!"
There was a very uneasy silence as I nervously scrambled in my mind for a reply. Not only did I not know how to reply, but I was truly terrified. I didn't know what to say.
After a few seconds of awkward silence Mary said, "Well, what do you have to say for yourself Mark, YES or NO?"
"Yes or No?" I replied.
With total authority Mary snapped back, "Do you want me to TRAIN YOU, Yes or No?"
Instinctively, I answered "Yes Mary I want you to train me."
Immediately, I wanted to retract what I had just said. I couldn't believe I said I wanted her to train me without even thinking about it. Even more shocking than my response was the overwhelming feeling of total submission to Mary. My retraction became an emphatic reiteration followed by a begging for forgiveness.
Without thinking about it, I said
"Please Mary will you train me. I know I need it. I didn't know it before now. I am sorry. I should have called you the minute I got off of work. I didn't realize you meant immediately after I got off of work. Please forgive me."
Mary giggled softly and said,
"I demand unconditional subservience. I expect you to obey me without hesitating or questioning. Anything less than total submission to me is unacceptable." Pausing ever so briefly before saying quite loudly, "I mean it! I don't care what I tell you to do, say or even to pay. I don't need or want your thoughts, opinions, questions or whatever the fuck. What I care about is what I do want, need and expect from you; unconditional surrender. I say and you do. Well, do you think you can handle that?"
I sheepishly replied, "Yes Mary."
Somewhat under her breath Mary uttered, "what a surprise."
What the fuck did Mary mean by 'unconditional surrender' is what she expects from me. What is 'unconditional surrender' exactly when it comes to her and me. It's not like we just had a fight and I was wrong and she was right. Was Mary at war with me? Did she think I was in war with her? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Truthfully, I wanted to say, 'you know what, just forget it' and hang the fuck up. In fact, I even think I tried to say it, but couldn't as if I was under her spell.
"Hello, are you STILL there," Mary said.
"Sorry, I was just thinking" I replied. Thankfully, Mary didn't ask me what I was thinking about. Looking back at it now, perhaps she didn't ask me what I was thinking about because she knew I was thinking about. It would not surprise me in the least. More likely, Mary could care less what I was thinking about. But, I digress.
Instead of Mary inquiring about my thoughts at that moment, she gave me instructions on where and when to pick her up the next evening for dinner. She also told me that she would decide the place that I was going to take her for dinner and that I would be informed of her choice when I picked her up.

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Monogamy Is For Men Only ( Mary the femdom intern story)
Short StoryMary was a 22 year old intern and I was a single 31 year old male. I had just relocated to a new city to start a new executive-level job at the company Mary was interning at. I was an educated, accomplished and confident young business professional...