I'd slept fitfully after Gloria's surprising – I guess that shocking would more accurately describe it – pronouncements the night before.
To say that my feelings were ambiguous would be an understatement. Desire and arousal on one hand fought with abject fear on another. Excitement at the thought of at last realizing my innermost desires coupled with the realization that the price of admission, so to speak, would be great.
I didn't question my affirmative answer I'd given last night but I knew that the adage that one gets out of something what one puts into it was both accurate and predictive of my future - my fate at the risk of the melodramatic.
I showered, dressed casually in beltless slacks, a golf shirt, and loafers sans socks. I'd considered going commando but had discarded the notion, thinking that I might need the jockey shorts to soak up any leakage from today's anticipated events.
Gloria was waiting downstairs when I arrived in the kitchen and greeted me with a cheerful, "Good morning."
"Any regrets about your answer last night, Dave?"
"No."
"I think that, yes ma'am and no ma'am will be your answers from now on, Dave."
"Yes ma'am. Please excuse me, ma'am."
"You've always been a quick learner. I hope that you will learn quickly and learn well. I hope that you know, Dave, that you will now learn through punishment and reward.
Punishment to your body and extreme pain. Reward through the privilege of serving me, sexually and otherwise. I trust that you are ready to travel this road together – beginning today?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Very well then, let's go." Saying this, Gloria turned and strode to the garage door.
"No breakfast?"
"You tell me that you understand things as they now are and as they will be and then you not only omit the ma'am but you also question my first instruction.
"No, to answer your question. No fucking breakfast."
Gloria's profanity startled me. She never swore. Certainly not the 'f' word! Shaken, I quickly answered, "Please forgive me, ma'am. I will learn."
"You certainly will, Dave. Now, let's go, and keep your mouth shut unless I ask a question."
As we drove to an unknown (to me) destination, I had some time to ruminate upon the decision that I'd made. I had begun to comprehend that Gloria was as serious as the proverbial heart attack.
I was beginning to understand that this was no longer a game. I was rather unclear as to exactly what the day – and beyond – would bring but I sensed that this counselor towards whom we traveled was to influence our lives in a profound manner.
It seemed like we'd driven forever; it seemed like only minutes. As I came out of my reverie, I realized that we'd left our already semi-rural suburb and were passing through farm country, the houses few and far between, separated by vast fields of summertime crops.
Turning down a lane between two of these fields, Gloria spoke.
"When I park, you are to get out of the car and follow me into the building. Keep your mouth shut. Trust me. You will regret any disobedience or disrespect – to either me or the counselor.
You asked for this, Dave and be advised – this is where fantasy meets reality. Your dreams are about to come true.
"Dave, in some ways I pity you; pity you because of your imminent introduction to the truism of being careful of what you wish for as your wishes may come true.
In another way, I realize that you are enviably about to find what very few others probably find - yourself. Here we are."
Saying this, Gloria stood beside the car, closed her door and began a brisk yet unhurried stride to the front door of a modern, sprawling, red-brick, commercial-appearing building, looking for all the world like professional office suites.
With not a little bit of trepidation, I hurried after her, my pulse beating in my ears, my cock hard in my pants, and my imagination running rampant, anticipating what lay within this building.
Gloria rang the bell and a voice issued from a speaker, asking us to identify ourselves. We were evidently expected because no sooner had Gloria provided her name than the door latch buzzed and unlocked electronically.
I didn't know if Gloria had been here before or not. I simply followed her through the foyer into a waiting room with a customary receptionist seated behind a high-end wooden desk.
I say customary but there was nothing about her appearance that was average. In her mid-twenties, she was positively gorgeous, looking like she would be comfortable as a prom queen or college cheerleader.
"Mrs. Wallace?"
I found it noteworthy that she hadn't said Mr. and Mrs., electing to ignore me as if I weren't even there. Gloria, though, seemed to take this in stride and answered.
"Yes."
Rising from her desk chair – and, in the process, revealing a model's body, dressed in a pleated mini-skirt, riding low on her hips, barely covering her pubic arch, complimented by a midi-blouse, baring a flat tummy and barely covering her breasts.
When she stood from her desk, I was able to catch a glimpse of the under-slopes of her firm breasts. Unfortunately, she saw my ogling and gave me a scathing look of approbation. The receptionist said, simply, "Please follow me."
Leaving the waiting room and passing through another sitting room, the receptionist stopped at a door with no visible lock or handle.
After a single rap of her knuckles, the door was – as with the front door – released electronically and the three of us entered what I presumed to be the counselor's office.
The counselor was a stunning woman of perhaps thirty years of age, tall, slender, and truly beautiful.
She was dressed in a white blouse with the top two buttons undone. The lack of a bra was evident from the nubbins of her unrestrained nipples no doubt delighted by their friction against what looked like expensive silk.
Circumnavigating her executive-size desk and extending her hand to my wife, this woman said, "Gloria, I presume?
"I'm Doctor Evans, your counselor and that person who will be in charge of David's initial training to be a submissive husband. We've spoken on the telephone and I'm pleased to finally meet you."
Revealed now, below the waist, I found myself staring at the rest of her body. As with the receptionist, the counselor was wearing a pleated skirt, though hers was a bit longer, hitting her legs a bit over her knees.
I couldn't help but admire her bubble-butt and wondered if I would be privileged to see her in the nude during my training. I certainly hoped so!
While her smile was radiant, showing perfect teeth and sensuous lips, her eyes seemed to convey an inner strength. I didn't know if it was simply my imagination or if she was, in fact, as possessed of a steel resolve as I suspected.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, doctor."
"Please have a seat, Gloria. And, you, David, remove your clothing and hang it on the clothes hooks on the wall directly behind you.
"When you are nude, stand next to your wife and put your hands behind your back in a parade-rest position, your feet apart, shoulder-width."
Although under any other circumstance, this direction would be unthinkable, I didn't even hesitate, immediately and quickly stripping and moving to Gloria's side.
Adopting a censorious tone, the counselor scowled at me and said, "When you are given an order, David, you will do two things. Firstly, you will immediately reply with 'Yes, ma'am'. Secondly, you will obey. Do you understand, David?"
I found that the counselor's use of my first name – especially my birth name of David rather than the diminutive form of Dave, made me feel more of a child than a man.
I presumed this to be part and parcel of my training. These thoughts had been halted by the counselor's question and I hastened to reply, not wishing to be deemed disrespectful.
"Yes, ma'am. Please excuse me, ma'am."
"I can see that you will take some serious discipline and punishment to train. You don't listen well but we will teach you to listen and obey. I didn't ask for your ineffectual apology, David.
"Just a positive, respectful response. Here at the clinic we refer to your misspeaking as speaking out of turn. You will be punished for this breach in proper behavior within the hour."
Having returned to her seat behind the desk, the Counselor looked directly at Gloria, ignoring me as if she'd not just spoken to me. As if I wasn't standing in front of her desk - nude, afraid, and above all, sexually aroused as I'd never been.
"Gloria, we've discussed so many intimate matters, I feel like we've known each other for a long time; although, as you know, we first spoke only a month ago."
The Counselor stopped her talking and looked at me. With a chilling voice, she spoke to me once more.
