Mallory was nervous throughout the following week as she reflected on what had happened with Kyle during her first foray into the world of submission. It was nothing like she had expected; not that she was a nymphomaniac, she realized there was more to the relationship than sex, but she thought there would be some.
As she sat at the makeup counter in her bathroom fixing her hair, Mallory tried to disregard the fact she was more apprehensive than excited over Kyle's expected arrival in the next hour. Perhaps, she thought, my expectations are just too high, and I have read too much about how other's live.
Mallory headed to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine, hoping it would assuage her anxieties, but she completely forgot Kyle's irritation every time he smelled alcohol on her breath. She drank the wine in long smooth gulps, feeling it warm her belly and calm her tensions. By the time the buzzer rang for the gate she had relaxed enough that it made her jump.
The fear of disappointing him never even entered her mind as she met him at the door dressed in a micro-mini, tank top, and heels; in fact, she thought he would be quite pleased with her.
Kyle walked past her, barely noticing her as he made his way to the couch, "Hmmmm," he started, "I guess you weren't planning on going to dinner," he continued as he looked her up and down, obviously disapproving of the way she was dressed.
"Well, uh... uh..." she stammered, "I uh..."
"Don't bother with your excuses, Mal," he reprimanded, "I told you to be ready to go to dinner, and look at you. Do you think that's acceptable?"
"I did," she responded sulkily looking at the floor, afraid to meet his eyes now. If he did not think she was dressed appropriately to go to a casual dinner, she obviously had no idea what he wanted from her.
"Looks like you better find something to make for dinner now," he demanded as he kicked off his shoes and powered on the television flipping to a documentary about war planes.
Mallory stared at the back of his head in disbelief; she felt like she had jumped in a time machine and was back in their bad marriage. Yet, there was something in her that felt the need to submit, to obey; she wanted to be a good girl more than anything, and to know she had pleased him.
However, she knew she had not been pleasing thus far, still she was going to do her best to change; starting tonight. Mallory began to scrutinize her pantry and refrigerator looking for something Kyle would find acceptable for an impromptu dinner.
There was not much available for a meal for two since she lived alone and had been expecting to go out for the evening, though she found the ingredients for a sausage and cheese omelet, toast, and tomatoes. Not bad, she thought to herself, as she went about preparing their repast, it won't take too long and it isn't too heavy; maybe I will score some points after all. She tried to stay positive as she busied herself in the kitchen, ignoring the din of the television; Mallory preferred to listen to music while she cooked.
By the time she called him to dinner, it was set pleasantly with two glowing candles, cloth napkins, and water poured into crystal goblets. "I hope you like it, Kyle," she urged nervously, overlooking his obvious discontent with her use of his name.
