Submission in Seattle Ch. 05
Sometime during the night, Monica awakened from a heavy, dreamless sleep to make a trip to the adjoining bathroom. "Did all that really happen?" she asked herself. She felt a pleasant soreness in various areas of her body. It was proof that her memories were real and she displayed a huge satisfied smile as she walked quietly through the bedroom. Climbing back into the large bed, she snuggled up against her new master and returned to her deep sleep feeling warm, safe and complete.
Hours later, Cole gradually regained consciousness as bright sunlight poured through the large window, rendering sleep impossible. Before he opened his eyes, the small portion of his brain that was working at this hour tried to analyze several things that seemed unusual. For one thing, he was curled up on his right side spoon fashion with a naked woman. He immediately remembered Monica and opened one eye. The sight of her delightful dark brown curls confirmed his guess. Most women would pay big money for a perm like that, he thought, but Monica claimed it was her natural look.
Closing his eye again, he considered going back to sleep, but he realized that he could barely feel his right arm. Apparently it was under Monica and had been there a long time. He tried to reach up and feel her breast, but the hand was too numb. Not being able to feel a breast was serious! Feeling somewhat alarmed, he opened both eyes and began the process of extricating his arm from beneath his soft and warm new lover. It wouldn't do to wake her yet, so he maneuvered very carefully. Eventually the arm came free and he was rewarded with a painful tingling sensation.
Sitting on the edge of the bed cradling his right arm, Cole realized what else was wrong this morning. Looking out the window, he saw through the trees a large expanse of blue sky. Whoever was in charge of the weather had obviously forgotten that this was Seattle in November. No problem, just a surprise. Is it simply El Nino or is it a good omen? he wondered.
As he waited for his arm to recover, he thought about how his relationship with Monica was developing. Was she his slave? Lover? Playpartner? Maybe it didn't matter right now. He decided that the best thing to do was to just allow the relationship to develop naturally, without applying a label. His stomach reminded him that breakfast was more important right now anyway, so he pulled on a T-shirt and jeans before going down the hall to the kitchen.
Monica awoke suddenly to the smell of coffee and a slight hint of onions frying. "Where am I?" she wondered, "and why do I feel so good?" Then she remembered. Her dream of finding someone to be her dominant sex partner was apparently being fulfilled. Stretching luxuriously in the comfortable bed, she wondered if Cole had found her acceptable, since he wasn't here right now. Was he making breakfast for himself?
Visions of last night's events flashed through her mind. She gently caressed her buttocks to check for any damage. There was a slight tenderness that she found stimulating, but nothing disturbed the smooth surface of the skin. She grinned widely as she realized that this was certainly the most exciting thing that had ever happened to this little subby girl from Idaho. She was proud of herself for finding a safe partner who could give her what she needed. She now trusted Howard completely. There would be no question in her mind when he asked for her obedience. She longed to give it to him as a gift.
Going into the bathroom, she performed her morning necessities including a quick shower. She twisted her long hair into a pretty ponytail and looked around for something to wear. In the closet, His closet, she found a pair of men's dark blue flannel pajamas. She put them on and they felt oddly appropriate. With a slight feeling of apprehension, she walked toward the kitchen to see what kind of mood her master was in.
Cole turned away from the stove, where he had just finished preparing a frying pan of cottage potatoes with onions and various spices. He noticed Monica standing in the doorway wearing a pair of his flannel pajamas. She looked like a model from a slick lingerie catalog, demonstrating the latest cozy fashions for winter sleepwear.
"Master? Is it OK if I wear this?" she said as she assumed a seductive pose in the kitchen doorway.
He allowed himself to stare at her and a broad grin stretched itself across his face. She was devastating, even at this hour. It was nine o'clock on Saturday morning. They had played so intensely the night before that they were asleep before ten PM. Nothing like ten hours of sleep to put one in a good mood, he thought. Did Monica look this good every morning?
"Of course you can wear it, Little One. What a good choice! You're beautiful this morning."
He placed the steaming potatoes on the table next to a bowl containing hot eggs scrambled with a hint of mustard. Stepping forward, he offered her a wineglass filled with excellent orange juice. "Will you join me for breakfast my dear?"
She accepted with a smile and sparkling eyes. Over breakfast they discussed the latest issues that had developed in their relationship. Love was obviously starting to blossom. Unfortunately, an intense D/S relationship prevented many activities and conversations that were important to the healthy growth of a relationship. Cole understood it a little better than she did, but as he explained his thoughts, she quickly realized that they had to make some new rules.
With two logical minds hard at work, it only took an hour to lay the groundwork for their mutual agreement. Their first point was to keep the rules flexible. They decided that they would not maintain their master/slave roles all the time, only when they were both in the mood. Serious play sessions could be planned in advance, but due to their hot chemistry, spontaneous play would be inevitable and they agreed to enjoy it whenever it happened. They would also schedule non-kinky activities just like vanilla couples did. She enjoyed watching foreign art films, so he agreed to go along. He enjoyed shooting, which she reluctantly agreed to try.
Monica made it a point to tell him that their paddle play had been nowhere near her limit. Next time, she wanted to play harder, if it pleased her master.
Cole brought up the fact that they were not using condoms and needed to be very careful if they had any sexual contact with others.
Monica was thinking farther ahead. "Howard, did I tell you what a big turn-on it is for me to be the partner of a pro-dom?"
