This is the story of one woman's journey into submission and self-understanding. Though based on real life experiences, this series is a work of fiction.
It could have been any typical lunch time conversation, but this one wasn’t. The two women who sat at the corner table were oblivious to their surroundings while they talked. No one in the busy cafe noticed or paid attention to the dark-haired beauty or her more mature, though no less attractive, companion.
“There‘s nothing wrong with you, Tal,” Wendy said, reaching over and laying her hand on Tahlia’s. “I feel the same way.”
“What?! For you too?” Tahlia watched as Wendy nodded. “I thought I was the only one. I mean, I’ve felt this way ever since I can remember.”
“It’s called being submissive, Tal. Many of us feel that way, and not just women. Some men do too. It can be a very rewarding lifestyle once you learn to accept it.”
Tahlia sat overwhelmed in shock and dismay. Not only of confiding to Wendy her secret desires of being controlled and dominated, but that Wendy understood and felt the same way. Tahlia had never told anyone before. It had been her secret. Her dating interests had always revolved around dominant men, but in all her experiences, she had never found that piece of the puzzle that would complete her.
“Tal,” Wendy’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “there is this club, the Underground Tavern. It’s a private club but I’m sure I could get you in if you’re interested. Would you like to come with me tonight?”
“Really? What happens there? I mean, I’m not sure, Wendy. Would I have to do anything?”
“No, Tal. You’ll be fine. It’s just a place where people can meet and mingle. Get to know others who enjoy the same interests. I’ll tell you though, you will see many things there, but we are accepting of all. It’s a fantasy world of sorts. A safe home. Just come tonight. You’ll see.”
And with that, Tahlia accepted Wendy’s offer for the evening. The rest of her day seemed long, her mind incapable of concentrating on her work, but rather, what the Underground Tavern would hold. Wendy had told her she needed only to dress nicely. No outrageous costume required, but many would be in varying stages of undress, depending on who they were or their particular fetish. Wendy had also explained the Tavern had been in operation for years in the city, but its whereabouts and clientele had remained strictly private and unavailable to the masses.
At home, Tahlia prepared for the evening. She pulled her rich brown hair into a knot and fastened it with a gold comb. Wendy would arrive soon and she wanted to be ready. The decision was made on a simple black cocktail dress. Her legs left bare. Black stilettos adorned her small feet. She finished her glass of wine as Wendy pulled into the drive.
The lights inside the Tavern were dim. Tahlia noted the vastness of the single room, the dark tapestries draping all four walls. The room was sectioned off into different areas by the arrangement of oversized chairs and couches. One end featured an open bar where many already gathered. As she sat on one of the couches, Tahlia noticed the two red-bricked fireplaces, separated by a statue of the Greek goddess Aphrodite. She took in the small area nooks set into the walls, their discreet placement to afford a little privacy and quietness from the general hum of the room.
Tahlia sat quietly with Wendy. Her mind attempted to take in everything around her. The women fascinated her in their various forms of undress. Some were completely naked, sporting only a collar and leash around their necks. Where many would see this sight and think of bizarreness, Tahlia saw these women as positively beautiful. A warm feeling stirred between her legs while she watched the club’s inhabitants. The men were as bizarre as the women. Some naked or in women’s undergarments, and others, in a variety of leather attire.
Tahlia knew instinctively she had found a home at the Tavern. Throughout the next few months, she would became a regular visitor. She’d had many talks since with Wendy about the nature of her feelings and had found new friends at the club with the same preferences. The first step had been taken in her quest to find internal fulfillment. For the first time in her life, Tahlia had a name for her desires. Submission.
Tahlia sat quietly on one of the couches and listened to the women around her. Normally, she was an active participant in their chatter, but tonight, her attention focused on the door. She tuned out the voices around her and allowed her mind to drift back to the weekend before. The night she met Master Falcon. From the moment of their introduction, Tahlia had been completely mesmerized by him. Not only by his dark good looks, which appealed to her, but by his very presence. The way in which he spoke to her, his words, his confidence, and most of all, by the way he had looked directly into her eyes. At times, it had been so intense, she’d had to advert her gaze. He looked directly into her very soul. Their conversation had been pleasant and he requested that she meet him here tonight to continue it.
Tahlia fidgeted and pulled at the hem of her dress. She had chosen the backless navy colored dress in the hopes he would approve. It fluttered when she walked and rested mid-thigh when she sat. Her hands made their way to her dark tresses. Delicate fingers ran through its length. She had left her long hair down to fall in a silken sheet across her bare back. The excitement and anticipation she felt made it difficult to sit still. She mumbled about her silliness as she watched the door.
