Daniel's blog: "stories of things to come"

Standing at the door I pause for a second. This is my first scheduled time with Terry since I had to spank her so she would leave Isabella and I alone. This was pre planed so I had not talked with her and she did not call to cancel the date. I have to assume that all is alright but I am a little apprehensive. Terry can be a bit of a brat at times, and to be frank, I am concerned that this will be one of those times. I was pretty hard on her and this was the first time I had to address the problem directly.

One more breath to calm myself and I knock three times on the plain wooden door on the small rambler. I listen but do not hear any noise from inside, no musing, no talking on the tv, no music, nothing. She usually at least has the radio on. Maybe I have been stood up and that is how she is going to strike out at me.  If that is the case, we will simply have to end this. I stop myself. 

I have been a concerned about this over the last two days. Isabella and I had a wonderful night after Terry left which did include the promised trip to the ice cream shop, strawberry and she did get some on her dress. Tears followed and home to clean up. She insisted on taking out her new stuffed bear I her and fussing over it. The night ended with another hair brushing session, dressing in a nice nighty and tucking her in. A bedtime story and when she dozed off, a kiss on the cheek and a flip of the night light we picked out the week before. A little moving carousel desk light that played a lullaby. 

These details stuck with me for the whole next day in glorious detail. Only tainted by the spanking that I had to give to get things back on track. So, I had a little anxiety around this meeting. Knowing Terry and her perchance for defiance, I was already last night to simply draw a hard line in todays meeting and now I see that this maybe affecting my approach. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can not go into this with an attitude I think as I try and clear my mind.

A step is audible at the other side of the door and I open my eyes. A shadow across the peep hole and then is replace by the light from the large living room window. I wait and the door knob rattles a little and I hear the deadbolt  pull back with a snick. Then the light expands from the edges of the door and I am momentarily blinded until a sexily dressed Terry is standing between me and the windows light.

"James, I am so happy to see you." She lowers her head and i see a flash of color in her cheeks before they vanish into the glare of light making a halo around her hair which is has been recently cut and combed smooth. Long on the sides and bangs just above the eyes. It looked lovely and danced in the light. She had on a wonderful black dress that looked to be a velvet like material which was low cut revealing her cleavage pushed up to almost spill out of the top. The hem of the dress was just barely low enough to go out in public. Legs shaved and lotion applied to make for a silky appearance that many women could not achieve. Her heels brought her almost to eye level with me. Stunning I thought. She clearly had spent the better part of the afternoon getting ready. This could either go very very good, or it was the start of something not so good. 

"Terry, you look lovely. I have brought you Isabella's dress back from the cleaner, just like I promised."

She looked up at the hanger I had presented and took it from my hand, letting her fingers linger touching my index finger and thumb, ever so gently. A practice moment on her part. 

"Please James, come in won't you?"

And she pulled the door back a little further allowing me in. I stepped past her and into the small hallway that led into her living room,, past the opening that dropped into her kitchen. I could hear the rustling of the plastic that covered the dress being pulled off and she vanished off the to left into the hall that lead back to the bedroom area.

"I am so happy you chose to still come today James. I was not sure you would after my outburst the other night." She called from the bedroom. I paused once in the  living room and looked around. She had candles scattered all over the room, many lit even though the room was bright. They seemed to be scented and that was the purpose of them burning.  I continue looking around and hear her enter the room behind me so I turn to look at her. Standing there I see she is holding a strip of leather.

"What do you have there Terry?" I ask curious about it and the look on her face.

"It is my favorite collar, I want you to put it on me. I want to be your sub James."

Ah, i think,  she is offering me herself as a sub. I must have really gotten her attention when I spanked her into submission, but this was wrong. It felt more like she was making a demand and not a request. This fit with the comments I got from her last dom. She is a switch, or she likes to think she is but she never really pulls off the sub part very well. Part of the reason that her doms do not last long, I think. So what do I do i wonder inside as she is walking up to me holding out the beautiful collar she has. Nice supple leather with a lovely clasp. A nice piece for sure and I can see why it is her favorite. But i can also see that it is hers. She bought it for herself. It does not fit with my thinking here.  I reach out and take if from her and examine it carefully. Definitely a fashion statement for her, and nothing wrong with a sub wanting her pretty things, but not for me. I will supply the color. I will choose to dress her with my symbol. 

"This is lovely Terry, but you know, we have not talked about you being My sub. Our agreement was to help you with your Little and embracing a side of you you wanted. We have not discussed other work together. To be honest I do not think you can be because this is not something you can decide. You can not tell me you want Me to be your dom."

I look up from the collar to see her eyes as I say this to her. I can tell she understands she has mad a mistake but I do not think she really knows what it is, so i push forward knowing I could very well cause the end of this agreement for me to help her with her little.

"Terry, you call yourself a switch, but I really do not see it in you. I see a confused Dom at best but even that I don't see as consistent. Take this for instance, you come to me offering yourself to be collared but in my book you have not earned the right to wear this. A sub presenting herself to me would never presume to walk in to a room without any discussion and offer service to me. You do not know what I want let alone the presumption that you have a right to give me something."

I turn and walk to the large living room window and look out with my hands behind my back. She was presumptuous and I want her to feel a little of my contempt right now. I hold on to the silence a few moments, until I hear her shuffle behind me. I then continue.

"Terry, you take an initiative you have no right to take in these things." I am still looking out the window, emphasizing I do not even need to look at her at this point. She has made herself less then worthy of the respect she wants me to bestow on her. She is asking for status when in reality, what she is trying to make happen is mine to give her. "At this moment I am not even sure I would consider working with you, since you do not seem to understand a simple point like service and how you treat your Dom."

Again, I let that statement hang in the air. Let her think about this a little. I am. Her last dom said things. The one before that, well he told me she left because she refused to do what he told her to do. Both had her in a collar at several events I was at. I often wondered since she did not seem very well behaved but everyone has their own style. Now however, maybe I need to reconsider my assessment. perhaps this was more a reflection on her and how she does not understand what it means to be a sub.

I turn and look at her. I have decided to show a little contempt to emphasis my point. I look her up and down. She is stunning and I can understand who someone would want her on their arm at an event. How that would flatter a person. That alone would be enough to accept this offer/demand.

"Alright, we might be able to do this Terry. It actually might even help you with your Little request. I would consider your offer, If, and that is a big if, you still want to make it after some training. We will need to agree on some basic ground rules and I can tell you from what I know about you, you might not like them."

Her gaze shifts a little, this turn in events was definitely not expected and I suspect she has never actually been trained before. I can tell her mind is racing to get a grip on what was happening at this point.

"You see Terry," I am still using her name, something that will change when she accepts my offer. "I demand something very specific from a sub, and you are requesting that from me. So to be My sub, you will need to meet My needs. I will attend to you, make sure that you get what you need and desire, but I am the Dom here, I am to be your focus. So that is the first thing we will need to get straight and I suspect this will be the biggest battle between us will be."

I am looking directly into her eyes, I am trying to read her response to what I am saying. She is a little confused. For the two years I have known of her, she has been a new part of the community and I suspect she has never really been challenged. She has been going through the motions but it does not seem that she really understands the meaning of it at this moment. Her head drops and she turns her eyes down from my gaze.

"I want to be yours James."

"Alright. " I say looking at her. I reach out and lift her chin up with my index finger to bring her gaze back to mine. 

"We will have to have a discussion tonight over dinner about expectations and what we want out of this.  If you are still willing to keep your offer and enter into training with me, and I want you to pay attention here because I will not repeat myself. I will need you to be at my place at 4:30 in the morning every weekday to attend to my needs while I get ready for work." I am staring right into her eyes to see if she is paying attention. I saw them light up at my initial indication that I would have a conversation about training, now this was the first test. I will not mention it again, and if she fails this first test, it will not go well for her.

"Alright James. I would like that. After the other night, I know what if feels like to have someone care enough to make me mind. Thank you for that James. I can't imagine not being able to do this."

"Well then", I say looking into her eyes with as much intensity as I can muster. "Lets go eat. We have a  lot to discuss."