This is a sequel to my story 'Chance Encounter'. While not absolutely necessary, this story would be better appreciated and understood if that story is read first.
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At her command I followed Miss Lara out of the club. Actually it hadn't been a command but more an offer to me, to try to prove the veracity and seriousness of the pledge and plea I had made to her on my knees while kissing her foot in the club. To give myself up to her, to conquer the world for her and lay it and myself at her feet to use however she will. To see to all of her wants, needs, and desires, and always to be obedient to her every whim.
I had certainly not anticipated that this would be how my night would develop. It had been two years since my divorce, after my wife of ten years had left me for another man. In the subsequent time, while my professional life had flourished, I was now a senior Vice President and Division Director in my corporation, my personal life had remained barren and bleak. With my self-confidence nonexistent I had eventually turned to internet pornography as my only source of solace for my slowly reawakening libido. In time I began to be drawn to, and then almost obsessed with one particular aspect, that of female domination. I investigated almost every form and presentation of this concept and lifestyle offered on the web, but my trip to the club this night had been my first foray to try to experience at least some of it in the flesh. Not that I had any plans to become actively involved this first night, but rather I wanted to take the opportunity to watch and learn, and maybe to begin to discover and understand more of what I truly wanted and needed in my life.
Club O was advertised as a place where Dominants and submissives of both genders could meet, mingle and play together in a safe, sane and fully consensual environment, or just observe as others did so. It was in this latter way that I had fully intended to proceed.
After much deliberation and procrastination I finally worked up the courage to travel down into the city and enter the club. I did so with sky high anticipation and excitement, but after just a very short time I was completely deflated. It all seemed to be about pain given and pain received, humiliation, and ultimately degradation. And while I understood that it was all consensual, and for most of those involved it was just a game, and that aspects of it had stimulated and titillated me in the past on a computer screen, the stark reality of it, I suddenly realized, was not for me at all.
This of course begged the questions: What was for me? Who was I? And where if anywhere did I fit in if not with this? I had no idea, only that I had to get out of there as quickly as I could. Dizzy with despair I staggered toward the exit, but before reaching it I encountered her. Lara Kelly, a rising junior executive in my company, who had recently worked with me on a project I had managed, a collaboration I had enjoyed, and who, in her early 30's was about twelve years my junior, and was now sitting alone and unobtrusively by one of the bars.
Once I was certain that it was her I grew even more frantic to rapidly depart. Then, as if by chance, she looked up, saw, and recognized me, and I had but a few seconds to choose among a very bad set of options. As she was very drably dressed, quite the opposite of her usual sharp appearance at work, I instinctively surmised that she was likely a submissive like myself, and that I might then find some empathy because of this. So I made my fateful choice and walked over to greet her.
After she had invited me to sit and join her, to my shock and even greater consternation I came to discover that she was actually a Domme. But she immediately put me at ease, and for well over the next hour we had a very enjoyable conversation together. Mostly mundane at first, I soon found myself revealing things I had never shared with anyone else, even my ex wife. Even possibly with myself. It was that she seemed so genuinely interested and did not judge at all. I grew so comfortable that at the end I was emboldened enough to ask her, as I had been unable to answer her similar query to me, what it was that she most wanted in her life.
Maybe it was that she had become as comfortable with me, or perhaps that I had myself been so open and bare to her, but I became the first person to whom she had ever related the entirety of her grand dream and wish: To find someone who would offer up his entire being to her, who would dedicate his life completely to see to her care, and to be totally in her control. Not someone who would be her, or anyone's doormat, but rather a super alpha to the rest of the world, and beta to her alone, which would make his ultimate submission and use so much more a value worthy of her.
It was when she then stated that her commitment to the one whom she chose would be as great to him as his to her, that I suddenly knew that I shared this dream and that I had found what I had unconsciously been searching and yearning for. So I fell to my knees and begged her to accept my vow. And me.
Understandably wary that this was but a fleeting fantasy for me she initially rejected my plea, leaving me crushed and again hopeless. But then, perhaps on a whim, she offered me this one opportunity to follow and prove to her that I was real. And I had leapt forth to embrace it.
As we arrived at her car she handed me her keys and told me to drive. I opened the passenger side door for her, and she slid in. I then hastened around to the driver's side, got in, started the car and pulled out, leaving my own car behind, its eventual fate unknown, which was of absolutely no consequence to me at that moment.
I well knew my way out of the city, and after she gave me some general directions about where she lived we drove in silence. Mine was very nervous as all of my old fears and anxieties surged to the fore. Why would someone so much younger, vibrant, and beautiful want anything to do with someone like me, older, and already once discarded and just off the scrap heap. I had very little doubt that with little effort she would have no problem finding far more desirable and attractive submissive suitors who would offer anything to serve her. I wondered if, in her own silence, she was thinking the same thing. She had said that she was searching, and that she would eventually choose only one. Perhaps I was just a trial run to help her establish some search parameters. The bartender at the club had told me that he had never seen anyone even get to first base with her, and it seemed now that I may actually be at second base. But would I be left and stranded there, as had happened to me virtually every time in my own experience in my past. Still, I knew that this was not a game to her, and she had said only that her dream was to have someone to use and own. If that was all that she required for her to choose, accept and take me, though I might and would desperately want so much more, I would still grasp and take just that with all the strength I possessed.
She finally broke her silence to guide me to her condominium complex once we had arrived in her suburban town. After directing me to her assigned parking spot I shut off the engine and hustled out and around to open her car door for her. I then surrendered the keys into her outstretched hand and followed her to the front door of her condo. Upon entering behind her I was instantly taken by how lovely it was. It had a large living room, a separate dining room, an ample kitchen, and two bedrooms and two full bathrooms, and she made it a point to take me through and show me all of them. What was immediately apparent to me was how tastefully decorated and furnished it all was, and how well kept, well ordered and spotless. It could have at that very moment been ready and appropriate for a photo shoot in any 'House Beautiful' magazine.
"So what do you think of my place, Ray?" she asked when we had returned to her living room.
I said the first thing that came so immediately to my mind.
"It's immaculate."
She beamed. "Immaculate. I like that." She paused a moment, and then continued. "As much as a control freak that I am, I'm also a cleanliness one as well. If I pursue this beyond tonight, I'll expect you to keep it so."
"It will always be my resolve to exceed your expectations, Miss Lara."
She laughed delightedly. "Exceed my expectations. I like that even better. If we continue on, that will by my new expectation, that you always continue to exceed them. Of course that will continue to go on and on, won't it. You've set quite a rising bar to stay above, Ray. I think it might amuse me greatly watching you attempt to do so."
I shuddered internally at the snare I had inadvertently set for myself.
