7th
Surprising Beginnings
After reading an incredibly hot blog post (http://www.mollena.com/2008/10/kiss-my-boots/) about seemingly simple moments that end up forever changing one’s life, I was immediately taken back to how the subbie lurking inside me was ‘found’ at the beginning of this year. In search of extra pocket cash, I had answered a Craig’s List ad seeking the services of a part-time maid for a local doctor. After exchanging a few short, business-like emails, we arranged to meet for an interview at an upscale bar near his house. As we were shaking hands and locking eyes for the first time, I felt the tectonic plates of my perception shifting, as if the entire situation was simply a cleverly veiled version of a completely separate reality, but having never felt that before, I had no words for it nor any choice but to continue with the momentum of the meeting.
We sat at one of the tables, ordered a couple drinks, and he proceeded to explain the specifics of the job. I was surprised to be so comfortable with essentially a perfect stranger, yet there was a distinct undertone of intensity tinting our conversation which caused this heat to rise in me, leaving me feeling foolish, but his eyes held me there reassuringly. Then the bread arrived, and everything changed.
He looked directly into my eyes and said “Whenever we are out & the bread arrives at the table, you will cut it in half, butter it, and serve me mine first.” Although my mind was suddenly racing with countless questions and smart-ass replies, what instantly flew out of my mouth (to my surprise) was, “Yes, Sir,” and I proceeded to follow his instructions with trembling hands. As I did, he explained that he could see I was naturally submissive, that he detected a raw, unpolished potential in me to become something beautiful, precise, and useful. Instead of being his maid for monetary compensation, he wanted to give me the opportunity to serve him in exchange for education and training-he explained that he wanted to be my tour guide into the world of BDSM. Not long after, he told the waitress that he’d gotten an important call & we had to leave. I was told to follow him to his house, and I did (which in retrospect was a bonehead move, but luckily he wasn’t bent towards serial killer tendencies). He gave me a tour of his house, showed me where I could find cleaning products, and explained how he wanted things taken care of. The last room we came to was the home theatre room, in which there was only a large leather chair, ottoman, and a huge screen on the wall.
He instructed me to kneel on the left side of the chair with my ass on my heels, the palms of my hands on my thighs, and my head slightly bent forward with my eyes closed. This was ‘my place,’ and I was to remember it exactly since I would be there quite often. He left me there for ten long minutes, and as the surreal quality of the entire situation sank in, I could feel my panties becoming wetter and wetter. Part of me kept shouting in my head that if I had any sense at all, I would grab my coat and get the hell out of this freak’s house, yet simultaneously I didn’t want to move at all; I was hoping he might notice how well I had been completely still for him. More than my safety, my sole concern already was pleasing him. I heard his heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor, and felt my pulse start racing at a gallop. Every silently screaming cell in my body sensed him there, looming just behind me, and suddenly, as he grabbed a handful of curls at the base of my neck and propelled me to my feet, I knew the education of my life was set to commence…
