This is chapter two of db's writing. hope you enjoy it.
The time finally arrived for the visit to Mrs.
R______’s home. Davy had waited impatiently for the day to come. He dressed in blazer
and gray slacks and shirt and tie. He would probably have dressed this way in
any event, but he recalled her specific instruction. He had purchased the two
bottles of Shiraz
She on her part prepared for the visit. She
prided herself on having an attractive home and made sure everything was in its
place. She set out some candles to light just before the arrival time to
provide a proper atmosphere. The atmosphere she sought was not romantic but
rather ceremonial and to lend a hint of mystery. Then she bathed and dressed.
She put on a set of matching black bra, panties and stockings held up by
garters. Although he wouldn’t see the undergarments, she believed that every
part of her attire should be coordinated. She put on a green silk blouse with button
front and a short black skirt. She had considered a leather skirt (she had
several) but thought it would be premature to wear this time. Adding some jewelry,
a necklace, with a dazzling green emerald, she completed her outfit with a favorite
pair of black stiletto heels.
The doorbell rang, she noted approvingly,
just at the appointed time. She answered the door and she recognized
immediately - from his widened eyes and his silence for several seconds on
seeing her - that he was very impressed by her appearance. She noted his gaze
was drawn towards the emerald necklace which pleased her since it held some
significance. She extended her arm for a brief, formal handshake. A few
pleasantries were exchanged as she led him into the living room. On a coffee
table she had set out two wine glasses, some cheese slices on crackers, water
glasses and a carafe and some napkins. Several candles had been lit and the
overall lighting was soft, not too bright. She directed him to an upholstered
chair opposite one she sat in. “You may open the wine and pour it for us, Davy.
Then we can begin our discussion. And I expect you to refill my glass when it
is empty.”
Both took several sips from their glasses
and looked across at each other. After some further light chat, he said with
innocent enthusiasm, “I’m very happy to see you and to be here, Mrs. R_______.”
“I’m pleased to hear that,” she replied
“but please bear in mind, as I will explain later, that this is not merely a
social visit. It is also an occasion for us to evaluate whether you can adapt
to, and conform to, my standards and be allowed further visits….and instruction.” She sipped her wine. She
was conscious how attentive he was to every word and how his eyes were
constantly on her. “Are you enjoying the wine, Davy?” ---“Yes, very much” he replied. “And if I may
say so, this is a very attractive home you have.”
“Good. And if you satisfy me, you will be
allowed to return in the future. Do you notice how the red wine makes my lips
seem fuller, richer?” She pushed her lips out into a pout-like expression and
then smiled at his obvious loss of composure. She then moved about in her
chair, seeming not to notice that her skirt had ridden up her thigh to reveal
some of the stocking top. He was unable to move his eyes away from there for
about the half minute until she resumed speaking. She thought to herself, “He
is responding exactly as I planned.” She continued, “By the way, I have been
enjoying the book you bought for me. I like its literary quality and find
certain aspects of it very much in line with my own philosophy. I believe in a
Female-led relationship, certainly for myself. As I told you when we met, I am
very independent and do only what I wish.
I told you also that you must not come here with any expectations
whatever. In any situation involving us--- and in my home especially--- I am in
complete charge and take all initiatives. I am repeating these things so there
is no question or misunderstanding. You always have the freedom to leave if you
do not like what I say or do or tell you to do. Do you remember agreeing to
these conditions, Davy?”
“Yes, I remember, Mrs. R_______”. He felt
somewhat nervous and wondered where this was all leading.
“And do you reaffirm your agreement now?”
“Yes, Mrs. R________.”
Seeming to change the subject, she said,
“It is an enjoyable wine, Davy…and please do pour me some more.” They had both
drunk enough to feel a bit looser and less inhibited. As he leaned forward to
pour, she surreptitiously removed one of her earrings and dropped it to the
thickly carpeted floor beside her chair. As he looked back up, she felt for her
ear and said, “Oh, I seem to have dropped my earring. Would you, as the
gentleman you are, help me find it here on the floor?…It is a favorite of
mine.” She stood as if she was also going to look. But she pointed to the side
of her armchair and he got down on his knees to look there…. feeling around in
the carpet pile. After a few moments, he was able to locate the earring…. he
held it up and was about to rise again….
As he did so his eyes caught the sparkle of
the emerald. It seemed to dance and dazzle in front of his eyes. For several
moments he was unable to look away or move until he heard her say,“I’m glad you
like my necklace it does hold a special place in my heart, as I’m sure it will
in yours in time”.
She thanked Davy for the earring but then
held her hand out. No, don’t get up just yet. I feel it would be best that you
remain there while I tell you something. I strongly believe that posture, being
on their knees, is where all men belong when they are with me. It should
symbolize the relationship between me and men, including you if you wish to come
here again.” She was standing above him now. “Assume a sitting position and
remove your shoes and socks. And then return to the kneeling position. Now, Davy!”
She realized this was a significant moment, that giving this order was a test
of his compliance. She secretly hoped he would comply because, compared to many
males she had encountered—like her ex-husband---, he seemed like someone whom,
properly conditioned, she could bear to be with.
He looked up at her somewhat quizzically
and seemed to hesitate. She added, “Wearing shoes and socks imposes a
restriction on you; its part of the need to be in male clothing…and I want to
free you from that restriction. This is something I will instruct you in, in
the future, Davy” He did exactly as she instructed, and she smiled.
“One other point you must understand”, she said. “I may-or may not- give a reason for
something I tell you to do. That is my prerogative. But I always expect you to
comply.” If you do not….” she paused…. looking down at him. She, as if
unconsciously, moved a hand from her hip and undid a button on her blouse,
showing a bit of her bra.
Then
she continued. “Davy, you are here for me to determine whether I think you are
worthy for me to train you as my submissive….do you understand what a
submissive is?”
“Y—yes, I think I do”, he answered. From
his kneeling position he reached for his glass and took a rather long swallow
from it.
“What that implies, among other things, is
that I can correct you if you fall short and discipline you if you disobey or
don’t meet my standards. And the ultimate sanction… …is your permanent dismissal.
You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
He replied with obvious sincerity, “No, Mrs.
R________. I wouldn’t want that.”
“Well, I think we are through for this
evening,” she said. “Now, I will expect you to return a week from now. I do not
want you attempting to contact me unless some emergency arises. Put your socks
and shoes back on while I make up a brief list. And then you may rise.” A few
minutes later she returned. “This is a list of shoe cleaning supplies. I’ve
noted that you keep your shoes in good condition. I am going to give you an
opportunity to serve me practically the next time you come by cleaning and
polishing my shoes and boots. You do find these shoes I’m wearing rather
attractive, don’t you?”
She led him to the door and again shook
hands with him in that formal way of hers and sent him on his way.
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