“Do you have any questions?” he asked her.
“No Sir, I don’t have any questions” She answered back as she gazed into his eyes.
He told her those words would be the beginning of what would happen next, and she began to shake.
“Are you ready?” his voice became quiet and deeper.
She nodded slightly and looked into his eyes. “Yes Sir, I am” she answered, her voice echoing back in her ears. She momentarily thought about how she needed to stop shaking.
He stepped back and folded his arms on his chest. His eyes were dark, and they looked straight into hers. It was now her turn. To convince him. This was her time to tell him what she needed, what she wanted, but most of all, to show him that she was now willing to become his. She was about to fully submit herself to this man. To trust him with her mind, for him to open the darkest extremes of her secret desires and plant the seeds of his own. To trust him with her body, from torture to ecstacy, her mortal self would now be under his full command, and he would keep her nourished and alive. To trust him with her soul and share their energy at his will.
She stood for a moment. So many things were wondering through her mind. This was it, she knew she wanted this. She knew this was the right man. She knew that he could do for her what she had longed for. and, above all else, she knew that he truly wanted her.
Standing before him on the soft cream-colored carpet. The only lights in the room, the soft glow of a log in the fireplace and the flicker of various candles through the room. Her fingers trembled as she began to untie the white cotton robe that had covered her. She slowly let the robe fall from her shoulders, and it cascaded down her back and onto the floor.
And she stood completely naked in front of him. His expression did not change. He made not movement. He had not seen her body prior to this moment. Pieces of it, a bit, bet never like this. He had not touched her intimately. He had not attempted to cheapen or corrupt the possibility of her purity as a submissive. She watched for his reaction to her body, but his eyes never left hers.
Her voice trembled as she found the words she wanted to say, and as she spoke, she looked into his eyes hoping for the sign of acceptance. His stare was intoxicating and distracting. She must focus on the words and say only what she really meant. He would know if she was lying, making things up just to make him happy. This was important, and she needed to be truthful to him, and to herself.
She offered him her body, naked, uncovered, with no clothing to hide her imperfections.
She wore no makeup or polish, her way of showing him he was seeing who she was naturally and she was not hiding behind color.
She wore no jewelry, nothing to distract.
She wore no perfume. Her natural scent and pheromones for him to inhale.
She spoke of her impatience. A behavior that she knew was not appealing to him, but that she wanted to change. She wanted to learn patience. He would show her, teach her.
She spoke of being spoiled. Getting what she wanted. She knew he would not allow her to continue the self indulgence she had become so accustomed to commanding.
She spoke of her fear of giving herself in the past. This offering she made of herself now, at this moment, had no reservations attached. She knew he was the right man to be her Dominant, and she told him this.
After speaking, she slowly kneeled to the floor in front of him. Her eyes took one last look into his before they lowered. Her hands came up onto her thighs, and her palms slowly turned up….and she waited.
He bent down and lifter her chin, commanding her to look into his eyes….and as she did, he smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling and accepted her as his submissive.
