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Authors: S. Brandon King
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As her habit, she pulled her long, straight, raven-black hair over her shoulder. I’d learned, though conversation, this length her Master required and she hadn’t done anything but trim her hair for split ends in over five or six years.
“I’d never thought of this as a lifestyle,” she said, waving her hand in the air emphatically. “I always thought it was dirty sex done by kinky, dirty people and I wanted nothing to do with it. But, see, I was a shy girl and super quiet and didn’t have much of a sex life until I move here to California. I met a guy about, oh, nine years ago, who was a Dom and he recognized my shy quality as submissiveness just beneath the surface. First he started with spankings. I liked it. Then he moved to hair pulling. I liked it. Then he began to introduce paddles and handcuffs. I loved it! It wasn’t until later I began to really understand the nature of servitude and service and it appealed to me more. It wasn’t just about the sex, it was about what you gave to your partner and what your partner gave to you in return.”
“Trust,” I said, repeating the word Tobias had mentioned in one of our conversations.
“Exactly,” Sirella said. “When I began seeing Master, I just felt a degree of trust I’d never felt with any other man and, feeling so protected, so take care of, I knew I wanted to dedicate every minute of my every day to making him happy and keeping him happy.”
Alex nodded, taking a sip of her wine and crossing her legs. She tapped her foot anxiously, letting her eyes drift around their luxuriously decorated living room as thought of Tobias danced through her head.
“There’s something going on in there. What is it, Alex?” Lark asked.
“Oh…” Alex shook her head. “Nothing, nothing. Just the writer’s brain. I’ve always got things running through it.”
“We’re here to listen. Shoot.” He said. “It’s your guide isn’t it? The man that brought you to Subspace.”
“Yea. You know, guys, this is all so new to me, but, something deep down inside of me is telling me it’s so right. But, at the same time, well… and this may sound weird, I really only began this as research for a book.”
The pair nodded their heads and said, “Ohhhhh,” in unison.
“Am I that transparent?” I asked.
“Well,” Lark said, pointing a finger in the air, “It makes sense. And, something tells me, perhaps, you’re not as transparent to your friend as well. He sees you. Most Domme’s are insightful in ways others aren’t. Keen and perceptive, especially where women are concerned — submissive women, that is.”
I thought about our conversations, remembering the moments Tobias had made mention of my ability with words. Still, no person was keen enough to do an internet search on a first name and a hunch and find a writer’s pen name. It just wasn’t possible.
“Listen, Alex,” Lark said. “I saw your face the other night. You enjoyed every minute of your night at Subspace. I’ve seen some women run out of that place faster than the speed of light. You drew to it like a moth to a flame. Explore it. That’s the only way you’ll know if you’re heading down a road that’s right for you or if you need to take another direction.”
Sirella smiled, nodding her head in agreement. Generally, she was only allowed to speak when spoken directly to or instructed by her Master, but, later, when the ladies were alone and Lark had given her special permissions to spend time with her new friend, she’d give her take on the subject and Alex couldn’t wait to hear. Sometimes it took a woman to help another woman figure out exactly what to do.
“Speaking of Subspace, we’d better get a move on before traffic gets bad. Sirella, go put your outfit on for tonight, pet, and return for my inspection.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sirella said with a smile, extending her hand for Alex, who jumped from the couch, caught it and helped her new friend up. Together they walked up
“I’d never thought of this as a lifestyle,” she said, waving her hand in the air emphatically. “I always thought it was dirty sex done by kinky, dirty people and I wanted nothing to do with it. But, see, I was a shy girl and super quiet and didn’t have much of a sex life until I move here to California. I met a guy about, oh, nine years ago, who was a Dom and he recognized my shy quality as submissiveness just beneath the surface. First he started with spankings. I liked it. Then he moved to hair pulling. I liked it. Then he began to introduce paddles and handcuffs. I loved it! It wasn’t until later I began to really understand the nature of servitude and service and it appealed to me more. It wasn’t just about the sex, it was about what you gave to your partner and what your partner gave to you in return.”
“Trust,” I said, repeating the word Tobias had mentioned in one of our conversations.
“Exactly,” Sirella said. “When I began seeing Master, I just felt a degree of trust I’d never felt with any other man and, feeling so protected, so take care of, I knew I wanted to dedicate every minute of my every day to making him happy and keeping him happy.”
Alex nodded, taking a sip of her wine and crossing her legs. She tapped her foot anxiously, letting her eyes drift around their luxuriously decorated living room as thought of Tobias danced through her head.
“There’s something going on in there. What is it, Alex?” Lark asked.
“Oh…” Alex shook her head. “Nothing, nothing. Just the writer’s brain. I’ve always got things running through it.”
“We’re here to listen. Shoot.” He said. “It’s your guide isn’t it? The man that brought you to Subspace.”
“Yea. You know, guys, this is all so new to me, but, something deep down inside of me is telling me it’s so right. But, at the same time, well… and this may sound weird, I really only began this as research for a book.”
The pair nodded their heads and said, “Ohhhhh,” in unison.
“Am I that transparent?” I asked.
“Well,” Lark said, pointing a finger in the air, “It makes sense. And, something tells me, perhaps, you’re not as transparent to your friend as well. He sees you. Most Domme’s are insightful in ways others aren’t. Keen and perceptive, especially where women are concerned — submissive women, that is.”
I thought about our conversations, remembering the moments Tobias had made mention of my ability with words. Still, no person was keen enough to do an internet search on a first name and a hunch and find a writer’s pen name. It just wasn’t possible.
“Listen, Alex,” Lark said. “I saw your face the other night. You enjoyed every minute of your night at Subspace. I’ve seen some women run out of that place faster than the speed of light. You drew to it like a moth to a flame. Explore it. That’s the only way you’ll know if you’re heading down a road that’s right for you or if you need to take another direction.”
Sirella smiled, nodding her head in agreement. Generally, she was only allowed to speak when spoken directly to or instructed by her Master, but, later, when the ladies were alone and Lark had given her special permissions to spend time with her new friend, she’d give her take on the subject and Alex couldn’t wait to hear. Sometimes it took a woman to help another woman figure out exactly what to do.
“Speaking of Subspace, we’d better get a move on before traffic gets bad. Sirella, go put your outfit on for tonight, pet, and return for my inspection.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sirella said with a smile, extending her hand for Alex, who jumped from the couch, caught it and helped her new friend up. Together they walked up
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