Submission in Seattle (5 page)

Cole closed the
message with a request that they meet for the first time next Saturday at one
of his favorite upscale restaurants in Seattle.  He knew that this would be the
test.  He guessed that about half his prospects would back out at this point or
simply fail to show up at the appointed time.  His alternate plan was to have
an excellent dinner alone and see a play at a nearby theater.  In his dealings
with submissive women, he had learned the hard way to have a back-up plan.

When Monica
received the message, there was no thought of rejecting the offer.  She was
exceedingly curious about Cole and badly wanted a chance to meet him in
person.  She didn’t know much more about him than his physical description and
how he felt about dominant and submissive sexuality.  The pro-dom role that he
had chosen for himself did not lend itself to a complete two way exchange of
information.  If he proved to be reasonably attractive and seemed to be honest
about his abilities, she was fully prepared to enter into a professional
arrangement.

The next evening,
Cole found another email reply from Monica.  She agreed to meet him Saturday
evening at Cutter’s restaurant on the waterfront.   He typed out a few details
that she would need.  The reservations were at 6PM under her name, Anderson. 
She didn’t know his last name yet and he wanted to keep it that way for now. 
She knew that he was a legal professional and that he lived East of Seattle in
a nice neighborhood. He described himself as being about six feet tall, short
dark hair, average build, with a well-trimmed beard and mustache.  He would be
wearing roundish metal framed glasses and a black sport coat.  She also knew
his correct age of forty one years.

He reminded her
that he had not yet agreed to accept her as his submissive and vice versa, so
there would be no play at the table.  Cole laughed when he reread that, since
he could imagine punishing her later for being a naughty girl and playing at
the dinner table.

After a hectic
Saturday afternoon dealing with a distraught client whose patent had just
proven to be invalid, Cole went home to clean up and dress for dinner.  As
promised, he wore a black sport coat that would be appropriate for the
restaurant.  His car was still in the repair shop, so he had to drive the
minivan that he normally used to carry clients and their staff to important
meetings.  He proceeded downtown, traveling against the evening traffic in the
sleek black Voyager.  Not exactly your typical bachelor’s vehicle, but the
nearly opaque windows and large carpeted floor space had come in handy on
certain memorable occasions. He parked in a lot beneath the restaurant just off
Pike street and walked around to the front door at five minutes before six.

Monica was already
there, watching the entryway from her seat in the bar, so that she could sneak
out quietly if the man who asked for the Anderson reservation turned out to be
something other than what she expected.  She felt a familiar tingle inside her
nether parts when she heard a handsome man, looking thirty fivish, ask for
“Anderson, party of two?”   He was pretty much as he had described himself,
except he had neglected to mention that his frequent workouts made him trimmer
and more muscular than the average forty one year old.  He seemed to walk and
move with unusual ease, as if possessing great internal energy.  The beard and
mustache were trimmed in a way that made him appear intelligent, but slightly
dangerous.

After Cole was
seated at a table near the window, Monica approached the desk and asked to be
seated at the Anderson table.  Cole saw someone walking behind the hostess, but
did not immediately think that this was the woman he was waiting for.   He was
expecting someone a little on the heavy side, but that did not describe the
woman approaching him in a slinky black cocktail dress with a high neck and
long sleeves.

This woman was
built like the playboy playmates that he fantasized about as a boy.  The thin
black dress was made of a knit material that clung to her body as if it had
been painted on.  The dress revealed the precise shape of her breasts, which
was perfect and yet not quite perfect, so it was hard to tell if she was
wearing a bra.  Surely she must be a plaything of one of those rich executives
that he knew so well.  Her lush figure caused Cole to start drifting into an analysis
of how society had come to demand that women must look emaciated in order to be
attractive.  It took him a moment to realize that the woman had stopped at his
table.  Then she smiled and spoke directly to him.

“Hi, I’m Monica. 
May I sit down?”

A mild feeling of
embarrassment washed over him and Cole felt like he was thinking in slow motion
as he looked up from her nicely rounded hips, past her narrow waist and perfect
breasts.  Then he noticed the brown eyes and slightly wide mouth.  He was momentarily
stunned.  Slowly, a smile of understanding crept across his face.

“Of course, I’m
Howard.  Thanks for being so prompt. I like that.”

He collected his
wits as Monica sat across from him at the small table that was set for two.  
He had to remind himself not to stare at her body in the black dress.  He made
up his mind to look either at her face or out through the long bank of windows
where the lights of early evening were sparkling on Puget Sound. 

They made small
talk with the pleasant waiter, who took their orders and entered them into a
small hand held computer that used a wireless connection to the kitchen.  When
they were alone with glasses of an excellent Chardonnay, they began to talk.

“So... what’s it
like being a professional dominant?” she asked, a bit breathlessly.

“It’s hard to
describe.  It can be very intense, totally absorbing and sometimes very
rewarding.  I think it’s probably the most exciting thing I’ve ever done,” he
replied calmly while looking into the dark pools of her eyes.  “Although I
think semi-professional would be more accurate.  I wouldn’t want to try making
a living at it.” 

“That’s too bad,”
Monica said, “it’s such a hot fantasy.”  She wondered if her body language was
projecting the flirtatiousness that her friends often pointed out, even when
she was not trying to flirt.  At least this time it was intentional, she
thought.

They could both
feel the chemistry already.  It was a bit like air and gasoline being mixed,
waiting for a spark to set off the mixture.

The service was
excellent, as usual.  As they ate their dinner of perfectly grilled salmon and
pasta with a mild cream sauce, Cole explained in rather serious tones what he
expected from a submissive and what he had learned from his past partners.  His
comments alternated with Monica’s candid description of her previous
experiences and what she was looking for.  Their conversation seemed to flow
naturally, as if they had known each other forever.

“I have to admit
I’m a bit surprised at how attractive you are,” he told her. “From the comments
in your email I didn’t expect such beauty.”

“Really?  You
think I’m attractive?”

“Extremely.  Why,
don’t you think so?”

“It’s a long story
Howard.  One of those emotional baggage from childhood things.”

“Hmmm, someone told
you that you were ugly, I’d guess.  Was it your mother or your father?”

“My mother.  Let’s
talk about something else. Why do you think I’m attractive?  Is it because I’m
subby?”

Cole gradually
became more certain of his opinion that this was one of the most naturally
submissive women that he had ever met.  She was highly intelligent too.  He
didn’t think he had ever known anyone else who had completed Calculus 4 in
college.  He sensed that this was a woman he could fall in love with.  That was
not quite what he had planned, but he was compelled to continue. Their
conversation went on until they suddenly realized that they had been talking
for well over two hours and agreed to adjourn to the bar and free the table for
other diners.

Monica’s mind was
racing.  She thought that she might have finally found what she was looking
for, but damn it, the man was a professional and not available.  It was almost
more than she could handle.  She was glad for the brief break in the
conversation.

After receiving
their drinks in the bar and engaging in safe small talk for a while, they
agreed to trade looks at each other's driver’s licenses.  He instructed her to
write down his full name and address, which should be given to a friend to hold
in case she failed to return at an agreed time.  Since he had not offered to
tell her very much about his life, it gave her some assurance that he was being
honest and was not hiding anything sinister.  Then, Cole turned the topic to
their future relationship.

“Monica, we’ve
done a lot of communicating the last few weeks and I have to admit that I’m
very attracted to you.  We seem to be developing a relationship that is quite
different from what I originally expected.  Before we proceed any further I’d
like to ask if we can eliminate two of my rules.  They don’t seem appropriate
anymore.”

“OK, I’m
listening.”

“First the one
about me not being available for a complete relationship.  Would you still be
interested if there was no limit?” he said with a smile and then held his
breath.

“Howard, you must
be reading my mind. I’m very interested,” she said quietly as she dug her
fingernails into her palms beneath the table to help steady her voice.

“There’s one other
thing.”

“What is it
Howard?"

“Well, I explained
that I usually charge my submissives a fee to help maintain the relationship
within the proper boundaries.”

“That’s no
problem, I can pay!” she exclaimed quietly to avoid the eavesdroppers in the
bar.

“What I’m trying
to say is that I don’t want our relationship to be like that.  There won’t be
any fee.  This is just for us.  To explore each other and see what happens.”

Monica dropped her
eyes for just a moment and said, “I’d like that very much.”

“Then ask me to
accept you as my submissive.” he said in a suddenly very deep voice.

Her breath caught
in her chest and she had to wait a few long seconds before she could speak.
“Sir, will you accept me as your submissive?”

“Yes, Monica. 
Thank you for giving me such a precious gift. From this moment forward, as long
as we both agree, I am your Dominant and you are my submissive. You may call me
Master if you wish, but do not consider yourself a slave.  You are a free woman
who is choosing to submit to a man who you believe is worthy of that gift.”

“Tonight you’ll go
home and think about this.  I want you to have a chance to back out.  If you
still wish to be mine, come to my house next weekend.  Make sure you don’t have
any other plans.  Send me an email on Monday if you’re still committed and I’ll
give you your instructions.  We’ll start slowly.  I think you’re something
special and I don’t want either of us to mess this up.”

They discussed a
few more details including an agreement that they would both have tests for
AIDs and all other STDs on Monday.   As far as they knew, they were both free
of any disagreeable maladies.  Cole had a vasectomy many years ago, which they
appreciated now since Monica was not on the pill and they both disliked
condoms.

After taking the
elevator down to where they both had parked, they forced themselves to part
with a polite hug and kiss.  Then Cole watched silently as Monica drove off
into the night at the wheel of a pretty blue Mazda Miata.  He took several deep
breaths to calm himself before climbing into his own vehicle.

Arriving at her
fashionable apartment twenty minutes later, Monica ran for the bedroom,
shedding clothes along the way.  She threw herself onto the bed and began
masturbating furiously.  “I’ve never been so horny in my life!” she shouted
into a pillow.  There is something about Howard that really pushes my
submissive buttons, she thought.  Maybe it was that sexy beard or the hint of
gray in his hair.  Perhaps his large hands, which seemed so powerful. 

He wasn’t at all
like the men she met from the internet or those posturing assholes who answered
her personal ad in the kinky section of the alternative newspaper last year. 
She received over a hundred responses from a single ad.  She must have dated a
dozen guys before she got totally disgusted and gave up.  Howard was different. 
He said he was some kind of legal professional, although he wouldn’t be more
specific.