My husband had been talking about D/s for months. Finally he found a person, another man, who would train him to become a Dominant. Jeff felt like he’d always been supposed to be living this lifestyle. As he told me about it, the idea appealed to me, I have to admit. He gave me some books he’d bought on the subject so that I would know what he was talking about.
As I read these books it was as if I were reading about me on those pages! I wondered if I was a submissive, and that’s why I’d been attracted to Jeff? I read voraciously, liking what I was learning. Jeff and I experimented some in the bedroom, but we were rank beginners, and neither of us had the experience and confidence we needed to make the other feel comfortable in their respective role. Finally, the gentleman who would teach Jeff came to our home for dinner. He was a very nice, imposing man, seemingly used to being in charge, and he had a way of looking directly at me in a way that made me feel vulnerable and exposed to him. It was as though he could read my thoughts!
As we dined, Jeff explained to him that I had been reading his books and we both felt that I had strong submissive tendencies. Daniel looked at me, musing. He told us that he’d planned to bring in a submissive to use in training Jeff, but maybe he could work with me. Chills ran up and down my back. He asked if I would like him to train me. I swallowed. I asked him what all was involved in the training, so that I could know what to expect. He smiled at me, and told me that he would explore every inch of my submissive nature, and that no stone would be left unturned. I asked him if sexual roles might be played. He said again, that no stone would be unturned. I watched Jeff as I asked Daniel what he would personally do to me sexually. Daniel replied that he would do whatever he felt like. My nipples hardened. I looked at Jeff. He smiled, and told me this was my decision.
I looked at Daniel. I nodded slowly. He asked me what that meant. I said that I was ready for him to teach me. He asked if I was sure. I said yes. He told me to stand up, and turn around. I did. He told me to unzip my dress and lower the top. I looked at Jeff. Daniel told me not to look at him, this was my area, and if I was serious, I must be willing to submit everything that I was to him, for his control, and his use, and that I would be constantly tested, until he was sure that I had the true desire. I nodded. I said I was sure.
He told me again to unzip the dress, and remove it completely. I reached behind my back and unzipped the dress and stepped out of it. I wore no bra, and only a very brief French cut bikini panty. He told me to step forward, in front of him. He lifted both my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his fingers until I thought I would pass out. He took each nipple inside his mouth and sucked them. Then he told me to remove my panties. I did, and stepped out of them. He looked at my pussy. He ran his fingers over my swollen lips and parted them, slipping a finger just barely inside me. I swooned, and he caught me, and pulled me into his lap, and slipped two fingers into my pussy, and I was slippery wet with excitement. He kissed me, and I kissed him back.
