Nancy was a co-worker and a neighbor. She lived a few doors down from me on the far side of the street. After a few drinks at the office Christmas Party she confessed to me that she had a submissive craving and that since she was in a subordinate role to me, that she had fantasies about me being her dom. She said it laughingly as if it were a joke that she never was serious about.
A few days after the Christmas Holidays had ended, I walked down the street to Nancy's and knocked on her door. She lived with her sister, Karen, who I knew as at work at the time. When Nancy answered I said,
"I won't keep you long. I just wanted you to know that I'm open to the idea of experimenting with the submissive thing if you want."
Her eyes opened wide and she blushed. She asked me inside for coffee so we sat and talked.
She looked at me over her coffee and said, "I'm embarrassed, but not so much that I don't want to try this. Can I have some time to think about it?"
I nodded and replied, "Sure, I understand. There are some things we need to establish if we're going to go ahead with this. Some ideas that we'll have to get used to. It won't just be a role playing thing, so it will change our relationship. Think about the physical aspect."
She looked at me, "You mean sex?"
I replied, "That's just part of it. If you want to be owned by me you have to be willing to trust me and do whatever I tell you or suffer the consequences. It has to be an iron clad reality. You could of course terminate it, but once you do it's over forever."
She nodded, "I understand."
I got up, "Well give it some thought and let me know."
We said good-bye and I left. I was hoping Nancy would say yes, and thinking about what I would do next.
Over the next few days we thought about it and made comments to one another at work. Finally one day Nancy told me, "I think I'm ready. I've thought it through and Karen is going to a nursing seminar in Salt Lake. She'll be gone for three days."
I replied, "Ok, let's start on Monday."
It was a date.
I knocked on Nancy's door on Monday morning. We had both scheduled vacation time. Me for today and Nancy for Monday through Wednesday to avoid suspicion at work.
Nancy answered the door and ushered me in. She appeared nervous and excited. As we sat at the kitchen table I said, "Let's lay out some basic rules. When we agree to be in these roles, I am in command. You must answer any question I ask truthfully. You must hold nothing back. If I ask you to do something and it does not appeal to you, you must do it anyway. You must give up all control to me and trust me that ultimately I know what is best for you. You have an advantage, we're friends, you know I'd never hurt you."
Nancy nodded thoughtfully. She said, "I've given this a lot of thought. I crave to go to that place where there is nothing but trust and caring. Nothing for me to do but listen and follow your directions. I do trust you."
I took had given this a lot of thought and had a rough idea of how to ease Nancy into this role. I suspected that she was not sexually active, since she lived with her sister and never talked about male friends. Being a woman in her thirties, with no sexual outlet except herself, left me thinking that there was some powerful potential to awaken some deep seated needs here.
Nancy had blonde curly hair. She was about a little over five feet tall and slightly overweight. Her skin was pale. She was dressed in a blouse and jeans.
"Ok" I said, "Let's begin. Nancy I want you to just call me 'Sir'. Now stand up and face away from me."
Nancy did as I asked. We were in the kitchen, by the breakfast nook. Nancy stood silently with her back to me.
"Ok Nancy, the first thing I want you to do is stand there while I remove your clothing."
Nancy gasped. We had never been like this before. We were co-workers that had never done anything intimate.
I walked up behind Nancy, reaching around to her front. I brushed her breasts and started unbuttoning her blouse. I removed her blouse. I reached around and cupped her breasts, as I gave her a little hug. She was breathing heavily.
I whispered, "How long since you've had sex with a man?"
She replied, "It's been years. An old boyfriend, at Christmastime when I was home."
I asked, "How often do you masturbate? Tell me how you do it."
She hesitated, then began "I masturbate at different rates. I don't masturbate during my period at all, but in the time leading up to it, sometimes I have to do it multiple times a day."
"Good girl, see that wasn't so hard was it? Have you ever admitted that to anyone else?"
She answered, "No, never."
"So describe how you masturbate Nancy. You didn't answer my original question."
She took a deep breath, "Ohhhhh, I use my fingers mostly. Once I tried a wine bottle, but it was too cold inside me."
"Thank you for telling me that Nancy."
I continued, "Ok Honey, may I call you Honey?" She nodded yes.
"Ok Honey, I'm going to remove your jeans now."
She was quiet now as I reached around and undid the button and fly of her jeans. I pulled them down and she stepped out of them. She stood facing away from me in bra, panties and socks.
"Ok Honey, go over to that chair by the table and lean over with your hands on the seat."
As she complied, I knelt down in back of her. Her skin was pale. The top of her buttocks crack showed above the band of her light blue panties. The crotch of her panties was damp. I felt myself getting hard. I reminded myself to go slow.
"Nancy, did you bathe this morning?"
"Yes sir."
