For a special woman
My name is Jackie. I'm in my early thirties and I'm really happy with my home life and my career. I got married a couple of years after college, I live in a nice apartment on the East Coast and these days I am working for a large firm in our IT department.
I have nothing to complain about except that in recent times I have thought more and more about being submissive in the bedroom. My sex life is wonderful and I have a man who is gentle and skilled. Just what a woman would desire. I cannot complain except that what I really want is to serve as a submissive.
What I imagine is that I would be required to be an obedient woman for someone who would take total command over me. They would control me and I would follow all their orders. They would 'make' me do things. I wouldn't even care what things I was 'made' to do because I would want to say 'yes' to everything and to be that person's sexual property for the night. It would be such a thrill to experience that kind of passion and lust.
Sometimes I want to be treated rough. I don't mean I want pain or that I want to be hurt physically. Its more that I want to be treated as if I wasn't a loving partner. I realise that I could just ask for all these things but, like I say, I cannot really complain about my sex life.
Usually when I play with my vibrator the best fantasies involve me being controlled by a stranger. Most of what I know about submission, though, comes from websites where I do my 'research' and I can check out chat rooms and other people's blogs. I have found a lot of information about submission and have become more confident about my desires. I just didn't think I would experience something like that for real.
It did happen, though. Just not where I expected it.
Despite the tough economic times, the firm I work for still likes to have national meetings of key staff. These are not the usual conferences or 'conventions' that people write about where everyone drinks and parties on the company's time. We plan carefully and make sure those couple of days are as productive as we can make them.
There's never been any suggestion of me having sex with anyone while on one of these work conferences. There's never been any issues with me being away for a few days. None of this has ever come up in anyone's thinking.
Recently I had to travel across the country for one of these regular gatherings. It made sense to fly out on the Sunday. With the time difference from east to west I arrived in time to have a quiet drink while enjoying the late afternoon sun by the hotel pool. I had come prepared and was wearing my swimsuit. I don't make a big deal of working out but I am in OK shape. I've managed to keep the extra pounds at bay and I am also happy that my B-cup boobs still look firm and pert.
My boss was at the meeting and so was his boss. The 'big boss' is a rather handsome man, greying but tall and tanned. He is some kind of runner as far as I know.
So I took up my place by the hotel pool and I am not sure what happened but I gulped down my first drink and that was a bit of a mistake. Especially when I realised that the stunning older blonde lying next to me was Cherie, wife of my big boss. Of course I have heard the stories about Cherie having had some 'work done' and, lying in her swimsuit up close to me, I could see it had very much been worth it. She looked great and her boobs were much bigger than mine and firmer.
Cherie is really very nice and somehow knew I worked for the company and was in town for the conference. We soon got to talking and drinking and we were both really relaxed. It was just what I needed after a few tough months.
She asked me about my home life and what I did for fun outside of work. Somewhere along the way we started talking about being alone and spending time on-line. Cherie asked me if I had any favourite sites. In my kind of fuzzy state, I can't explain it any other way, I blurted out a few names of sites I'd been on most recently. They were the sites where people discuss submission and even hardcore BDSM. Up to that point this was a secret interest of mine that no-one else knew about.
To my shock, Cherie seemed to know exactly what I was talking about. Her next question to me was "what are you?". I had to ask what she meant. "Which way? Top or bottom? Dom or sub?"
Still fuzzy in my head, I told her I was submissive even though I'd never actually done anything like that for real. Cherie must have been feeing pretty comfortable as well because she came right out and told me she is a switch. "Not with Ken of course. Ken is always in charge in our house. But sometimes we get to play with other people and then my bitch side comes out." She kind of laughed as she said that.
Next, Cherie asked me a lot of questions about why I am submissive and what I like and what I have experienced. I tried to explain that I was very happy in my home life and that submission was just a curiosity for me. That was the only reason I'd been visiting those sites. Though to myself I admitted I had been visiting more and more often.
"Well," said Cherie with a big smile, "I am glad to have all that settled. I think you had better come up to the apartment with Ken and I."
Before I could ask or protest Cherie was on her phone. I heard her talking to Kenneth, her husband and my big boss. When she put the phone down I tried to remind her that I was just curious and had never done any of the things I read about. She just looked at me in a strange kind of way. I was stuck with staring back at her. She is a striking beauty but the look on her face was something I cannot describe.
"I know all that Jackie. Ken will decide what we do. You say you're curious. Come to our apartment and we will find out how curious you are. First I will show you to Ken and then he will decide. Ken's expecting us soon so pick up your things so that we can be waiting for him."
Right then I felt so physically weak. Part of my brain was trying to think up a polite reason to say "no thanks". But the way Cherie looked at me, and the way she spoke to me, made me feel like I really had to go along with her. Later, of course, I understood that Cherie was kind of taking advantage of my inexperience. I was getting the full-on 'Domme' treatment from her. Without realising it, my submissive side kicked-in and I felt helpless to resist.
I was also incredibly curious about what I would find in their apartment. This was the first time I'd met people who I knew to be into the things I was so curious about - submission and surrender and control and dominance. The way Cherie spoke to me made it impossible to say no. I did not even think about what Ken and Cherie might want me to do for them. Cherie expected me to say 'yes' to everything she wanted and in my soul I just knew that I would.
"I...I need some more clothes," I stammered.
"Well we shouldn't send you home in a swimsuit. Go to your room quickly and pick up some things for later. But don't take long getting to the apartment. Its on the top floor."
Of course I was at a work conference and I could have chosen to be 'diverted' by something or lie about someone from home calling me or made some other excuse. None of those ideas came to mind though. Cherie had given me instructions and I just felt myself obeying her. It wasn't because I was afraid of losing my job. That idea never occurred to me either. Cherie had told me to go to their apartment and she had said it in such a way that I could only think of doing as she ordered.
I grabbed some jeans and a T-shirt for later, unsure of what or when 'later' would be. I almost ran down the corridor to the lift and I was grateful that once on the top floor their apartment was easy to find. I knocked feeling breathless and giddy and so excited about my sudden change of situation. I think I was probably terrified as well. Was I doing the right thing? All I knew was that I was faced with some kind of opportunity that I couldn't let pass.
Cherie opened the door in a moment and I could see she had showered while waiting for me. She was wearing a soft bathrobe from the hotel and it was wide open down the front. Cherie didn't seem to mind that I stared with my mouth open. Her big enhanced tits, double-D I am guessing, were trying to push the robe open and her full, magnificent cleavage was on display. Looking down past her tanned stomach to her slim legs I could see her cunt with its tightly manicured tuft of hair sitting just above it. I silently thanked myself for having shaved fully before I left home that morning.
She invited me in and directed me to the shower. "Better freshen up sweetie," she said with a smile. Cherie took my change of clothes and stood with me waiting for me to strip off. I felt weird doing that but, again, my brain couldn't find a way to resist. So I removed my swimsuit and Cherie took that with her as well.
I did like I should and was quick in the shower. I emerged into the kitchen feeling more naked than I'd ever been and asked Cherie if there was a spare robe for me.
"No robe for you sweetie," she said with a very firm voice. "Ken will be here any minute and he will want to see you." She pulled the towel off me and left me stark naked once more. It sounded like I was up for some kind of inspection while standing there in my birthday suit. "No need to worry," she added in that same firm voice. "I can see you right now and I know Ken will be delighted."
