The restaurant was busy, but not overly so. Darren was seated at the bar when Shawna arrived a couple of minutes early. She felt tardiness was disrespectful in any situation, and this was not just any situation.
"Right on time," Darren said. "You look fantastic."
She wore a snug fitting, but classy black dress, a simple silver chain that dipped ever so slightly into her cleavage, and simple small hoop earrings. Her black shoes added a respectable 2 inches to her height and gave her beautiful full butt just the right amount of lift.
Darren wore a light blue dress shirt, tucked in with the sleeves rolled down. His light brown leather jacket matched his leather shoes perfectly. His stylishly faded jeans came off the rack already faded and overpriced in Shawna's opinion, but they looked like they were made for him.
"Why thank you," she said playfully. "You're looking very nice yourself. Being out of the office suits you."
The bartender approached for their order. "What can I get you?"
Darren looked at Shawna for a moment longer before turning to the bartender. "I'll have a scotch, something single malt. And the lady will have a Cabernet Sauvignon. Thank you," he said.
Returning his penetrating gaze to Shawna, he said "You strike me as a red wine kind of lady. Sit, please."
"I am a red wine kind of lady, thank you." She replied taking the stool next to him. "Am I the biggest open book in the world or something? I feel like you could tell me my whole life story better than I could."
Darren flashed a devilish smirk that set Shawna's panties ablaze. "I would fail miserably at that, I'm sure," he said. "I have pretty good instincts about people though, and I've learned to trust them over the years."
"Well you've been scarily accurate," Shawna replied. "To be honest it freaks me out a little. Sometimes..."
"I can see why," Darren said. "You have nothing to fear, I promise." He crossed his heart and gave her a wink.
Shawna narrowed her eyes at him and smiled. "I believe you," she said. "But I reserve the right to change my mind at any time."
"Deal," he said. "You'll find that your right to change your mind is very important to me."
Their drinks arrived and Darren raised his glass for a toast. Shawna followed suit, and they clinked their glasses together gently.
"To a good night," he said and took a sip of his scotch.
The wine was excellent. "Good pick on the wine," she said. "It's delicious."
"I'm glad you like it," he said. "We'll be taking it easy on the alcohol tonight. We have some important things to talk about."
"Sounds ominous," she replied, half joking.
Darren flashed his panty wetting smirk, and Shawna felt her face flush. Damn that smirk had a powerful effect on her pussy.
A waiter approached then. "Mr. South, party of two?"
Darren nodded. "That's us."
"Right this way, please," he said and lead them to a nicely set table, far enough away from other diners to have a sensitive conversation without being overheard.
After running through the specials, their waiter left them to go over the menu.
"What looks good?" Darren didn't look up when he asked.
"I'm not sure if I want the fish or the chicken," Shawna replied. She wasn't sure if it was a rhetorical question, but she didn't like to leave questions unanswered.
"The chicken is delicious," he said. "I think you'll enjoy it."
They made some small talk about work until their waiter returned. "Have you decided?" He asked.
"We have," Darren replied. "I'll have the New York, medium rare, with the baked potato, and the lady will have the chicken with a house salad, balsamic dressing on the side."
"Excellent choices, sir," the waiter said as he wrote their order on a small notepad. He gathered the menus quickly and efficiently. "Anything else to drink?"
"Water please," Darren replied. "Thank you."
Shawna had never had her meal ordered for her before. It was strangely exciting. With the decision made for her, she didn't have that little nagging feeling that she made the wrong choice.
"To get down to business," Darren said, "we have to talk about what we can expect out of the two of us getting involved."
"Ok," Shawna replied. "I'm all ears." That wasn't entirely true. She was also nerves, some doubt, something approaching fear, excited, and really really horny.
"I'm not like other men you've dated," Darren began. "As a dominant, I require submission. Ownership, you could say. Your body and mind will belong to me in a very real sense. I expect obedience and enthusiasm, honesty and open communication, and an open mind. Your role will essentially be that of an old school wife, so to speak. You will serve me, always show me the utmost respect, aim to please me both through your obedience and through your own thoughts and ideas. Your only concern to will be my happiness and satisfaction. Are you ok with that so far?"
Shawna wasn't entirely ok with it. Serve him? Like wear a maid outfit and bring him his slippers and pipe? Was this 1950? It sounded out dated and sexist.
And also, hot. While her brain struggled with serving a man and the reversal of decades of women's liberation movements, her pussy betrayed her and wanted to devote itself to him right here and right now.
"I'm not entirely sure what most of that means, Darren," she said. "I know I've never rubbed one out on command at work before, and I know I loved doing that for you. But what do you mean by serve you? Am I supposed to be a mindless servant? Seen but not heard, and all that?"
"Not exactly," he replied. "I have rules for you and standards for me. If you agree to do this, we will talk through the whole thing before we begin. There will be a training period so we can establish establish what works for both of us."
"You have rules? What kind of rules?"
"My biggest rule is that you absolutely must stop everything we are doing if you feel overwhelmed, or you don't like whatever it is. All of this is 100% voluntary and you always have the final say in what does or doesn't happen."
That sounded pretty good. Safe even. Her vagina was already onboard, now it was a matter of getting the rest of her to come around.
She had been engulfed with the need to obey him since he gave his first order. That was easy stuff. A blue shirt, and new red shirt, no problem. Masterbating at work in front of him...that was her pussy taking over, and it was ready to go again as soon as he gave the order.
What else did he have in mind?
"So if I don't want to serve you, what happens next?" She asked.
"We have a delicious dinner and great time tonight, and go back to work on Monday like nothing happned," Darren replied. "No hard feelings or anything like that. We go on as two co-workers and friends that had dinner one night."
"That sounds horrible," Shawna said.
Darren looked stunned for second. "Being friends sounds horrible?"
"Being just friends sounds horrible," she said. "I don't know what you did to me at the office, but I have never had anything like that before. I felt...I don't know what. Like doing what you told me to do was the most natural thing in the world."
"That's because you are a natural submissive," he said. "It goes against today's way of thinking, but some people find happiness in obeying a strong and dominant person. It's in your nature to obey the same as it in my nature to command. Scary stuff by today's standards, but as natural as breathing in reality."
"And you can tell that about me how?"
"When I saw the blue shirt, I knew you would obey. But when I saw you in the new red shirt, you looked like a new woman," Darren said. "You didn't just put on a new shirt, you took off years of confusion and doubt and glowed with purpose. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
He was bang on again. She felt magnificent wearing that shirt. It wasn't the actual shirt as much as it was doing what he told her to do and doing it the best way she could.
"I did feel amazing," she said. "That was a first for me."
"In exchange for your gift of submission to me, I offer you that feeling everyday. If you don't feel like that in your service to me, then I am not doing my job as your dominant," he said. "As I said, your submission is voluntary, and you can revoke it at any time. I will try and make sure you never want to"
"You have quite an effect on me," she said. "If my lady parts have anything to say about this, we won't have anything to worry about."
"From now on, you'll need to embrace your inner slut," Darren said. "We haven't touched on sex yet, but it will be hard, dirty, painful, and degrading. I want to make sure there's no misunderstandings about that."
"Wow," she said. "That should scare me, but I could cum right now."
Darren gave her his devil smirk and reached his hand out to take hers. She felt an intense heat arc through her when she felt her hand touch his.
"From now on, if and when you cum is up to me," he said in a quiet but very firm tone.
"Oh god," she whispered as her body gave a slight convulsion and her mind swirled. Either the wine was laced with something wonderful or Darren had just said the hottest thing she has ever heard.
The waiter came by at exactly the wrong time to deliver their water and some warm bread. Shawna could see the look on his face saying he had stumbled into a situation he wanted no part of. He left quickly.
"If you are up for this, we will discuss some of the details over dinner," Darren said. "After dinner, we will go to my place and begin your training."
"I'm up for it," she replied. "I'm up for skipping dinner and going right now."
Darren smiled. "I would love that, but we have some important, unsexy things to go over first. And for what I have in mind, you'll need the energy."
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"As soon as we walk through the door, you belong to me. Understand?"
Shawna looked up at him, smiled a dirty little smile, and turned the knob. She pushed the door open and stepped into Darren's house and a new way of life.
"Take your shoes off," he said softly, "and stand in the middle of the living room."
The front door opened into Darren's open concept main floor. It was dimly lit by perimeter lighting the way people do when the leave the house expecting to return after dark.
