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CHAPTER SEVEN
There’s notmuch time left in our flight to San Diego and I have so much I want and need to learn about Sophia. I’ve held him at bay long enough. Dom is ready to come out, take charge, and coerce the answers out of her. He wants to make sure there is no doubt of who she belongs to by the time the first wheel touches the tarmac. While I’ve held off on this for good reasons, we are entering into this relationship differently than the norm.
“Sophia,” I intentionally use her given name to convey I’m being serious, “I need to understand what methods were used to train you. Were you with the same Sir the whole year?”
“Yes, Dom, I’ve only been with one man and he was the one who trained me,” she answers easily as she shifts in her seat so that she can face me.
“Tell me about his expectations, his stipulations, and the same for yours,” I request. This is actually not easy for me to ask because I’ve never wanted to think about what is mine being with another man.
“Mine?” she asks, clearly confused. Her eyebrows are drawn down, her eyes are crinkled at the corners and she’s looking around, but I know her mind is searching for an answer.
“Yes, Sophia. What stipulations and expectations did you put in the contract? Or did you not have a contract?”
“There was a contract,” she answers slowly, “but it wasn’t for me or my stipulations. The contract was only for him, Dom. It said what all he was allowed to do,” she looks worried. “I’m sorry, Dom, please don’t be mad. I’m not trying to hide anything from you. I just don’t know how to answer your question.”
“It’s fine, Sophia. I believe you. I’m just trying to understand, okay? There are no right or wrong answers, so you don’t have to worry about what you say. I just need to clarify something. The contract you had with him—it only addressed his needs, his desires, and his expectations? It didn’t have anything about what you wanted or needed? What you were or were not willing to do?”
She shakes her head slowly, “No, Dom. There was nothing about me in it. Was there supposed to be?”
I take her hand to reassure her, “My Angel, the contract should’veonlybeen about you. Your wants, your needs, your desires should have been thefirstthings addressed. Your submission to him is just that—yours. I know this next part will be hard to talk about for you, but I need you to do it…for me.”
“Alright,” her voice sounds unsure—scared—again.
“Tell me about the punishment part of it. You’ve been very worried about that, I can tell. I need to know why,” I say gently, as if I’m trying to soothe a frightened child.
“He just gets mad, you know,” she shrugs her shoulders, “when I don’t know what he wants right away. I hate the whips the most,” she says as a slight shudder runs through her.
“Sophia, he shouldn’t touch you in anger—ever. Any punishment is agreed upon before it’s given, and it’s only given in love and correction. Never in retaliation. Never when you don’t know what it’ll be,” I try to explain, but she gets that confused expression again. It’s almost as if her mind is engaged in a battle between what he has put in her head and what I’m trying to tell her.
“I’m going to start from the beginning and teach youmyway, Sophia. You’re mine now, so it’s only right that I should be the one who gets the pleasure of teaching you and guiding you. Don’t you think?” I decide to change my tactic and not make her choose between us yet. He is still in her mind, controlling her, and exacting his type of abuse over her. I have to break that hold if we have any hope of moving forward at all.
“Um, okay, if that’s what you want. I will let you teach me, Dom,” she says sweetly. The words flow over her beautiful plump lips. The ones that are begging me to kiss them and make them succumb to my will. I reach up and languidly brush a strand of hair behind her ear, allowing my knuckles to graze the smooth skin of her cheek.
“First, let me tell you what I like and you tell me what you like,” I say to her, easing her into the conversation and helping her feel comfortable talking about this with me. The fact is, any sub knows what this lifestyle is as about—as long as we come to an agreement, there are mutual benefits to it with no pretense of waiting an acceptable amount of time to have sex the first time. But withMy Angel, I want it to be different. She is different and I know it. I’m convinced she hasn’t really lived as a submissive and I’m not sure she’s in the frame of mind to handle the true nature of a sub life. I don’t want to overwhelm her.
I continue, “I’ve already told you, I like for you to look me in the eye. It’s fine that others see it as a sign of respect to keep your eyes averted unless told otherwise, but this ismything. I can read your body, but when you look me in the eye,youknow you can’t hide things from me.”
“The way you dress is also important to me. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, I want you to wear skirts, heels, and no panties,” I say with a devilish grin. She looks shocked at first but recovers quickly.
“Even at work?”
“Yes, even at work. Our work relationship will be somewhat separate. I’ve never been intimate with anyone I’ve worked with, so this will be different for me. Not that we need to hide it, but I expect complete professionalism at work when we are around others,” I explain. “I reserve the right to change that when we’re alone, though.”
She nods and smiles in agreement, “I can do that. What else?”
“We’re not defining punishment yet. This is not up for debate. We will discuss anything that would normally warrant punishment, but I’m convinced you have a completely different idea of it than I do. You need to learnmefirst,” I explain with as much understanding and compassion as I can infuse into my voice.
“I will take charge in the bedroom and you never have to worry about me hurting you. I’m not into that. The greatest pleasure I get is from taking care of you—in many ways. Which leads me to my next demand. You will take care of yourself in every way. You will not do anything that has a high probability of putting your life or health in danger.”
“That’s a little vague to me. Can you explain?” she asks, tentatively.
“If you’ve had a drink and then get behind the wheel of a car, you know that significantly adds to the chances you could be seriously hurt. If you text and drive, you know that adds to the probability of a wreck. If you don’t eat healthy food, or don’t eat all, you know that is bad for your health. Those kinds of things are not alright,” I state emphatically and there is no doubt that is the end of the discussion.
“Okay, I understand. What do we do now?”
“Now, you tell me what you like or don’t like,” I cajole.
