Chapter 6. A Submissive for Sylvie
I had been with Myrna for two years now, and LifeMates was up and running. My Esquire article and its follow-up had been a big success. We had trained and placed 640 candidate subs with client Alphas. We had another file of 426 new clients -- some on their own, some backed by powerful businesses or other organizations -- now looking for suitable submissives, and over a 1000 new clients already with submissives that they wanted trained. Our file of applicants had over 6000 names in it, of which about 2000 had been accepted for training, based on their resumes and my preliminary evaluation. Of these about 600 had already been trained and were considered candidates for matching. More in each category were appearing every day.
Having outgrown our Westmount house, we had rented space downtown in the same office building that KI occupied. We kept the Westmount space as a residence for ourselves, for client instruction and meetings, and for its dungeon. All the recruiting and matching functions -- pretty much as I described them to Amanda -- were moved downtown except for a few selected subs whom we kept at Westmount to serve our needs while receiving personal training from us. Living quarters for these live-in trainee/servants had been added in the basement. The training room where Myrna and Bernice had worked me when I joined them was now used for small conferences and for client-candidate introductions. Most of our training was done at a large house set up for barracks living, off Montreal island, where real estate was cheap.
I must say a few words here about our training philosophy -- very different from Amanda's, for example. In our qualified subs, we wanted traits of autonomy and independent judgment that many in the BDSM scene believe should be trained
out
of good submissives. We wanted obedience and the desire to please, certainly, but not at the expense of independent personality and judgment.
Our idea was that lifemate attitude and behaviour, had to be both a temperament or 'calling,' and a skilled profession. Early on, Myrna and I drew up a list of seven traits that our alumni had to possess at some acceptable level, and that we believed we could select, teach and test for. In addition to obedience, grace, sexual versatility and over-all desire to please, pretty standard for any trained submissive, they had to have three further qualities:
• Autonomous complementarity: skills or a viewpoint worthwhile and valuable in its own right, at least to a certain type of client. This could be almost anything, from chicken sexing to nursing to technical writing, but had to be at a level that some client might find valuable.
• Alteric judgment (as we called it): the ability to put oneself in another person's shoes -- to see a situation through their eyes and with their needs and values. And finally,
• Controlled thoroughness: the desire and tendency to do things as well as practicable under the circumstances -- a love of quality short of compulsive perfectionism.
To train for these seven qualities we grouped our candidates in small classes, twelve or fewer, of mixed sex. We explained each quality thoroughly with practical examples, then paired our pupils randomly into Dominant and submissive couples, setting them tasks to do together, and allowing the 'Doms' to paddle their 'subs' (under the instructor's supervision) for unsatisfactory performance. Except when going out in public, subs were usually kept nude except for protective aprons for cooking and other protective gear as needed. In this way, all the trainees got over their feelings of modesty, and gained experience of both Dominant and submissive roles. They also got lots of practice in adapting themselves to any Dom or Domme that they were paired with.
We decided too that all our graduates should have basic skills in home making, food preparation and sex; and we set them tasks accordingly. Each candidate had to prepare and serve a fairly complex meal for a small group, make a king-size bed to the standards of a good hotel, do complex and delicate laundry and thoroughly clean an apartment after a party -- all to an instructor's satisfaction, before we accepted them as qualified. They also gained experience with both homo- and hetero- sex, and with oral and anal, and genital sex, grading each other as partners. They understood that they were not doing each other favours by being lenient, but were helping to set a standard that they could all be proud of. They were required to achieve a certain average score, with all modes and all partners, before they could be awarded our distinctive LifeMates collar -- a lockable band of fine leather, stamped with a company logo that was elegant and difficult to forge, to be worn by alumni in a graduation ceremony and when being introduced to clients. Trained and experienced as I was, even I had to brush up a number of skills before I could win that collar, which I then wore all the time.
Subs 'off the street' paid a fee to be trained along our lines, though some (as with Petra), were given 'scholarships' and allowed to pay with service. Applicants we considered untrainable were rejected out of hand -- sometimes with a suggestion that they reapply if they could 'get their act together,' and convince us that they had done so.
In this way, we hoped to turn out graduates who met a standard level of competence that would come to be recognized, accepted and sought by clients. Clients like that MP who came with their own submissives were helped to design training programs suited to their needs after whatever training they requested, in the handling of a LifeMate proxy.
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One morning, Myrna sent me a client file that had landed on her desk. Attached was a memo "Is this anyone you know?" It was a file for my ex-wife. There was her name, '
SYLVIA CORBETT
,' in boldface capitals. There was a recent photograph. There was a thumbnail autobiography, complete with her account of our wrecked marriage. I read through the file and went to Myrna's office "Yes," I answered. "That's my ex-wife Sylvie, just as you suspected."
"Right," Myrna said. "She wants a proxy now, to replace you. That must give you some satisfaction. The question is, can we work with her?"
"I'd say, that's up to her, once she finds out that I'm here. She's not going to get me back -- so if she makes a try and then runs, it will be her doing. In any case, as a client, she'll be working more with you, than with me. I'll be working with her proxy. Does she come with a candidate sub?"
"No. It seems that intramural dating is frowned upon in high-powered law firms. Also, her orientation seems to have changed: She wants us to find her a female match -- either a recent law school grad, or preferably an experienced junior lawyer in some other firm who would go partners with her in a new law firm specializing in women's issues."
"Yes, I caught that in her application letter. It took me by surprise. Well, whatever! I hope she finds what she needs."
"It seems she had lesbian feelings all along," Myrna said, "though she wasn't clear about them. She says that may have been why she was too harsh with you."
"So we'll have to propose a match, and then arrange for whatever extra training is wanted. All of that could be done by other staff. I could stay out of it completely. She doesn't have to know I'm here!"
"We could try to keep it secret," Myrna answered, "but I don't think we should. I think we must tell her that you work here, and that we recognized her from her file. We can offer a three-way meeting in which you both get a chance to let bygones be bygones. Then we let her decide if she wants to proceed with us."
"That means we air the dirty laundry from our marriage in front of you, Mistress."
"I'm afraid so. Does that bother you?"
"A little, but I can handle it. It may be unpleasant for you."
"Well, I read your side of that story on your KI application form before I ever met you. It will be interesting to hear hers. If there are discrepancies, it's you who may be embarrassed. Are you sure you're OK with this? I'd rather give up one client than lose you."
"You won't lose me. And I don't think I'll be embarrassed. In her account of our marriage, she seems contrite. Her application reads as if she's learned something since then; she blames herself more than I blame her now. And I've learned things too. I'd welcome the chance to exchange forgiveness with her, and help her get on with her life as (thanks to you) I'm getting on with mine."
"Let's do just what you said, Mistress. Give her a call; tell her that I work with you and that we recognized her file; invite her to come in and meet us; even tell her what I said about exchanging forgiveness and helping her (if only by staying out of it); and let her decide if she wants to proceed."
"Very good. That's what I'll do. I'll let you know what happens."
When Myrna informed Sylvie that her former husband was now proxy to the CEO at LifeMates, Sylvie was actually pleased for me, and all the more eager to find a submissive partner for herself. "No, Richard's presence won't bother me," she told my Mistress. "Especially since, as you say, he need not be directly involved with me at all -- only indirectly in helping to select and train my proxy."
Told of the suggestion that we meet to talk it over, she replied that might be a good idea -- just to bury the past and move on. "Does he know I'm looking for a woman," she asked Myrna.
"Yes," Myrna replied, "he's read your application."
"That must have shocked him."
"He was surprised, yes, But hardly shocked. His exact words were, "I hope she finds what she needs." You needn't fear that he's angry or disgusted with you. He's not. He wishes you the best."
"That good to hear. Well, let's have that meeting. We can forgive each other, in front of you, and move on."
And that's what happened. By appointment, Sylvie came in, accepted a cup coffee when Myrna offered it, and asked if I remembered how she took it.