Lessons in Submission Ch. 01

Chapter One

She wasn't sure if she should write a profile making her wishes clear or hold back on saying too much at all and wait to see if anyone contacted her. This was all completely new territory, she was anxious but also determined and scary as it was, if she didn't do it now, experience it now, somehow she felt that she never would. So after lots of false starts and lots of crossings out, she decided that she had a simple one liner that said it all so she gathered all her courage and typed out the profile for the web site.

'Tall, confident woman seeks lessons in submission from dominant alpha male.'

Her finger hovered over the submit button for a few moments and then... tap, the words disappeared and a message came straight back which read - Congratulations - your profile has been sent for review. We will confirm that your profile has been approved and is live within twenty-four hours.

Lysette Brown was a public relations specialist and a manager in a large blue -- chip-company with offices all over the world. She was attractive, confident, self sufficient, financially affluent as well as all around independent. On the surface she had it all; a beautiful apartment, high quality furnishings, modern wall art, wardrobes full of clothes and shoes, and a high end luxury car. She had lots of friends and a good social life as well as a couple of nice attractive men that took her out whenever she wanted them to. But it was all too easy. She had slipped into a routine in her working life and socially and she was bored. Her sex life didn't help, it was all so damned vanilla, she wanted more, she needed excitement, she wanted passion.

She had read a book about a submissive woman being flogged and fucked by her master and his friends and it made her feel so horny. She knew that she absolutely had to try it for herself. She wanted someone else to make the decisions for a change, to take control; she absolutely craved someone to take her, control her, dominate her. She longed to be tied to a bed and feel the bite of whip on her backside, she imagined the thrill.

She tried hinting at what she wanted with the men that she knew; she tried talking to them about her fantasies, but they just didn't get it and honestly they were very nice, but that, she suspected was the problem, she simply didn't want nice, she needed more.

Lysette had heard about a web site where people could meet like minded people for sexual encounters, but initially when she checked it out, her courage deserted her and she dismissed it right away as it had all seemed so seedy somehow.

But after a few weeks, the fantasies continued to invade her dreams and she decided to go back to the site and try again. She didn't have to actually do anything if she didn't want to she told herself, she could be choosy and only respond when she wanted. She would only meet someone if she really wanted to. So why be scared?

And so today was the day and once her profile had been accepted, the messages from various men seemed to come thick and fast. Most of the messages were a complete waste of time, some laughable, some clearly foreign without a proper grasp of English whilst others could only use text speak. After a few weeks she almost gave up but emboldened by all the interest that she had received, she decided to look around at the images of men who were actually on the site at that moment and, rather than waiting, she would approach anyone that she liked the look of. There was still no risk involved doing it this way, because even if she did get replies, she would be able to decide if she wanted to take it further or not. If this still didn't work, she would shrink back to her old self and make the best of what she had.

After scanning the images, she saw an ad for Jack from London. It was his photo that drew her attention although his profile sounded just right too.

Decent hard working alpha male into the finer things in life looking for a tall feisty female, first time submissive to introduce to the pleasures of BDSM. She will be confident in her own skin and comfortable with multiple attentions.

She took some time preparing her response, wanting to sound keen, but not too pushy. Finally, she responded saying that she thought they sounded well suited and invited Jack to look at her profile to see if he agreed that they might click.

She logged on to the site each night in the hope of a response and after four days, finally, she received a short message from Jack. He told her that he didn't believe in lots of email exchanges and that he just he wanted to meet her.

She had readily agreed and he told her where and when he wanted to see her as well as what he wanted her to wear. 'Don't be late,' he said, 'I'll be waiting and then I'll let you know if I think we might click.'

Sounds arrogant, she thought, but hell, he's a dominant man supposedly so he's bound to be that way I suppose.

So bolshy and arrogant, sure of himself, maybe even over confident, but whatever it was, he had caught her interest somehow, using just the right language saying the right things although, at this moment, she couldn't remember exactly what he had said. This Jack sounded so unlike the men that she was usually attracted too who were always smooth, too smooth. She was definitely attracted to him; Jack's photo showed that he had black shoulder length hair that just curled over his collar, brown eyes and dark gypsy looking features that made him look strong and a little wicked.

They had arranged to meet at the champagne bar in St Pancras station and he had told her that her dress should be tight with a few buttons undone on her top along with high heeled shoes and hold up stockings; he told her it was the first test.

Lysette, usually so sure of herself, felt a little anxious but she soon realised that her fears were unfounded as Jack was really nice and they got along well from the start. He was attentive, funny and clearly intelligent with a slightly foreign sounding accent. They talked about his work which was financial consultancy. He told her that he had clients from all over the world that trusted him to advise them on investments. He said he had being doing business with some of them for so long, that he had developed a number of good friendships. Jack asked Lysette about her work and so she explained briefly that she worked in public relations for a big company and he seemed keen to know what her work entailed. Jack wanted to know if she was the boss and how many staff she had. He asked her if she had to make big decisions about policy or budget and if she enjoyed the job. They talked about music and books and he was interested to know, what she thought about this music style or that book and they chatted amiably for some time.

For Lysette it was a welcome change to have someone that seemed genuinely interested in her and what she had to say.

After a few glasses of champagne, and lots of light hearted conversation, Lysette began to wonder if they would ever talk about the lessons in submission that he said he had on offer. She liked him. There was something about him, a sort of quiet power that was thought provoking and incredibly alluring too. God she hoped he knew what he was doing, she hoped he would actually be that dominant man she thought he would be. Now, there was a lull in conversation and she wondered how to turn the conversation around to sex and dominance and submission, but it was Jack who started things off.

'So Lysette, tell me what do you think of all this so far?' Jack asked her, looking directly into her eyes, his deep brown eyes staring intently back at hers.

'Yes, I think it's fine,' she replied smiling up at him.

'Well shall we get down to brass tacks?' he said.

'Yes of course,' she said, pleased but suddenly anxious again, 'please do.'