Chapter One Invitation
His invitation intrigued her, as did the man himself. He was nothing much to look at, ordinary in every way, but he had a presence and self-confidence that she found very appealing. She was attracted at their first meeting, but he continued to keep the conversations cordial and limited. Did he not like her? Could he not see her interest in him?
At each passing meeting, little by little, the conversations became more personal and more intimate. Their affections grew and they spoke of their hopes, dreams, and fantasies. One by one, topics were discussed and discarded, until they found one topic that she could not ignore.
"Have you considered that you may be submissive?" he asked, with a slight grin on his face. She was taken aback by the question, as if he had both asked the most obnoxious thing in the world and had found her deepest desire all at the same time. A flush came across her face.
"I have not really thought about it. The thought is interesting though, isn't it?" She felt very warm and a little uncomfortable. How could he know that I thought about that topic?
"I think you have thought about it Shelly. I think you think about it all the time..." He returned her thoughts to her as he caught her in her lie. Her face flushed as she moved toward him. "I'd like to help you." He handed her a card with his name and address on it. "Be here tomorrow at 7:00PM. I'll see you then."
Before she could answer him, he was gone.
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"This will not be an ordinary day...This will not be an ordinary day," whispered Shelly as she walked out of her front door. The cold wind hit her face and she shuddered against it. The car started, with much effort, as it moved forward through the snow. Then she smiled to herself as she thought of where she was going.
He had invited her to come over to his house. She knew of the place – the old Krannert place on the West End. – But never really believed anyone lived there. The outside was well-kept enough, as if there were a bevy of gardeners continually manicuring the lawns, but it didn't look occupied at all. It looked more like a museum, a tribute to old man Krannert, long-since deceased, than a home for a business man.
It was hard for her to imagine him there, as she read his business card again. The card had not left her hands since he had given it to her last night. She had actually slept with it in her hands, thinking of him and what he meant by his statement of being able to help her. She was nervous, as well, and very excited.
As she pulled up into the drive, the lights on the porch came on. He was standing on the steps, waiting for her. "Nasty night, isn't it?" He had an umbrella to cover her head as he walked out to greet her. "Sorry about the snow...but it sure is beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes, the snow is very pretty. Thank you for the umbrella. Can I leave my car here?" Thoughts rolling so fast through her head as she stepped out of the car into his arms. His arms were dry and warm as they walked into the front door. He closed and locked the door behind her as they moved into the foyer.
"Care for a look around?" He asked. It was an old Victorian house, with high ceilings, sconces on the walls and well-worn oriental rugs on the floor. The house was musty, not unpleasant, but the odor was noticeable. Then she noticed the paintings. They were beautiful paintings of women, scantily clad women, in Victorian finery. These were hand-painted originals, not lithographs, and these women looked contemporary, somehow out of place in Victorian clothes.
"Oh, you noticed my paintings." He said. They always notice the paintings, he thought to himself. "Yes, the paintings are very nice. Do you know these women?" she asked. After she asked it, she regretted the question. Why did she ask?
"Yes." He replied. "They are friends of mine. I have captured their images here in these paintings to remember them. Each one of them has benefited from my training..." The sentence trailed on, as he looked into her face for a reaction. Her eyes were wide and she was listening to his every word.
"What kind of training do you do, exactly?" Shelly was curious as to what he could offer these beautiful women that would allow him to even get a photograph, let alone portraits like these.
"I help women to find their submissive side. I train them to understand this aspect of their personality – physical, mental, emotional, and, oh yes, sexual, as well. Does this thought disturb you, Shelly?" His question intrigued her...she found herself unable to speak. She just stared at him for a second. "Oh, no, it doesn't bother me..."
"Good. I would like to help you, too, Shelly, if you will let me." His voice was soft and calm. His confidence was amazing – was he truly gifted or just incredibly arrogant? She wanted to know more about the training and about him.
Chapter Two The Beginning
"I will be happy to answer any questions that you have, Shelly, about me or my training. I am sure that you have at least a few..." "Again, that mind reading of his. Am I that transparent?" She thought to herself.
"Exactly, how does one begin training? And what exactly do you train?" Shelly asked. Those seemed like good questions to her. She was very curious as to the answers, as well.
"Well, let me answer the second question first, if I may. I teach women how to respond to me as a teacher by creating an environment for them to submit to me. In other words, they voluntarily choose to allow me to direct their actions for a time. It is through these activities that I build trust and develop their sense of self-awareness. The answer to the second is simple, just submit. I will do the rest." His answer seemed simple enough, but they seemed to fully answer the question. Creating an environment for submission? Submit to him? These seemed strange answers from so unassuming a man.
"Can I ask a question?" His politeness demanded a response from her. "Of course," she replied. "Do you find me sexually exciting?" He asked. His face had a slight smile on it as he sat down in his easy chair.
"Yes" was all she could say to him, at this moment. "Yes" she even repeated herself.
"Good. Then I can train you, if you wish me to." His strength of confidence was amazing. She found this man very exciting, indeed. "Do you wish me to train you?"
"Yes..." It escaped her lips without her even thinking about it. She was about to engage in something that she knew nothing about with a man she trusted implicitly.
"Well, let me begin at the beginning. The goal of the training is to make you more self-confident by allowing you to practice submission. Submission is always a gift that you give to the one you choose. It is always voluntary, anything less is something else. I begin slowly and work up to other things." The words flowed from his mouth like honey, they were sweet and smooth and soothing to her ears as she listened intently. "I will always allow you to ask questions. As the time goes on, you will want to learn more, and I will teach you more. "
