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don’t date. I don’t take on new subs. And I don’t tell women how I feel about them, but with you, I just can’t help myself.”
She shakes her head and grimaces. “Why does this sound like a really bad pickup line?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything about pickup lines. I go to the club and women approach me . I mean, I’m not being arrogant, but they do, they approach me because they want me to play with them. See, the club levels the playing field between men and women.” She seems confused. “Hey, remember last night when I told you there was a secret I’d tell you later?”
“Yeah?”
“I guess now’s a good time. Remember when I said I was in control; someone had to be in control?” She nods. “Well, believe it or not, you’re the one in control. The sub has all the power.”
Her brow furrows. “How?”
“Because you can stop play at any time. You have safety measures in place. That’s why I told you to use the word red last night. You haven’t chosen a safeword yet, but you can, and I’ll have to abide by it. Last night, just a simple ‘no’ would’ve done the job. But if we keep going, you’ll need a safeword, and if you decide you don’t want to do something, or it’s too painful, or you’re tired, or whatever, and I do mean whatever, you can just call a halt to play. It’s that simple.” I see a light bulb go on in her head. “You hold the power in your hands. Me? I’m along for the ride. My job is to see that you’re satisfied, and if I do my job well, my satisfaction is a by-product of your satisfaction.”
“I have all the power?”
“Yes, ma’am. You sure do.”
“Huh.” I can see she’s mulling it over.
“Yup. If a sub reports that she safeworded and the Dom or top didn’t honor it, Dave does his own little version of an investigation and, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the guy’s out. That’s it.”
“Wow. I had no idea.”
“Well, now you do.” I take her hand again. “Look, I just want you to know that, regardless if you felt it or not, I feel some kind of connection to you. And I really want to explore it. I’m hoping it’s not one-sided.”
She gives me a tiny, shy smile. “It’s not.”
“Good. Then let’s drink this free, unlimited wine and eat our dinner and have a good time.” Our salads appear about that time, and we chat over them. “So, your family?”
“They’re in Iowa.”
That’s kind of a surprise. “Iowa! Well, that’s not exactly nearby.”
“There were no jobs, so I left.”
In that moment, I realize I have no idea what she does. “Where do you work?”
“I’m in research at the university hospital.”
Oh my god. A smart woman. She’d never guess how thankful I am. “What kind of research?”
“Parkinson’s, believe it or not, and some Alzheimer’s. We’ve got a study going on right now, and I’m spending a lot of time on that.” She takes another sip of wine and a bite of salad.
“That’s fascinating. So you have a biology degree?”
“Doctorate in biological sciences.” Holy shit – a doctor. I’m duly impressed. “I mean, it’s not like being in practice somewhere, god knows I don’t make that kind of money, but I feel like I’m contributing, making a difference, you know?”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
The salad’s good, super good, and the dressing has to be made there because it’s too fresh and flavorful to have come from a bottle. While I’m chewing, she asks, “So Trish tells me you’re in banking.”
I nod, then manage to swallow the rest of the salad in my mouth. “Yes. I’m the regional manager for United Independent Bank, a name which I consider an oxymoron, but no one listens to a word I say.” That gets a laugh out of her. “So I’ve got eight banks under me, about a hundred employees. When everything’s running as it should, it’s an easy job. When something goes wrong, it’s a nightmare.”
“Like?” she asks from inside her wine
She shakes her head and grimaces. “Why does this sound like a really bad pickup line?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything about pickup lines. I go to the club and women approach me . I mean, I’m not being arrogant, but they do, they approach me because they want me to play with them. See, the club levels the playing field between men and women.” She seems confused. “Hey, remember last night when I told you there was a secret I’d tell you later?”
“Yeah?”
“I guess now’s a good time. Remember when I said I was in control; someone had to be in control?” She nods. “Well, believe it or not, you’re the one in control. The sub has all the power.”
Her brow furrows. “How?”
“Because you can stop play at any time. You have safety measures in place. That’s why I told you to use the word red last night. You haven’t chosen a safeword yet, but you can, and I’ll have to abide by it. Last night, just a simple ‘no’ would’ve done the job. But if we keep going, you’ll need a safeword, and if you decide you don’t want to do something, or it’s too painful, or you’re tired, or whatever, and I do mean whatever, you can just call a halt to play. It’s that simple.” I see a light bulb go on in her head. “You hold the power in your hands. Me? I’m along for the ride. My job is to see that you’re satisfied, and if I do my job well, my satisfaction is a by-product of your satisfaction.”
“I have all the power?”
“Yes, ma’am. You sure do.”
“Huh.” I can see she’s mulling it over.
“Yup. If a sub reports that she safeworded and the Dom or top didn’t honor it, Dave does his own little version of an investigation and, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the guy’s out. That’s it.”
“Wow. I had no idea.”
“Well, now you do.” I take her hand again. “Look, I just want you to know that, regardless if you felt it or not, I feel some kind of connection to you. And I really want to explore it. I’m hoping it’s not one-sided.”
She gives me a tiny, shy smile. “It’s not.”
“Good. Then let’s drink this free, unlimited wine and eat our dinner and have a good time.” Our salads appear about that time, and we chat over them. “So, your family?”
“They’re in Iowa.”
That’s kind of a surprise. “Iowa! Well, that’s not exactly nearby.”
“There were no jobs, so I left.”
In that moment, I realize I have no idea what she does. “Where do you work?”
“I’m in research at the university hospital.”
Oh my god. A smart woman. She’d never guess how thankful I am. “What kind of research?”
“Parkinson’s, believe it or not, and some Alzheimer’s. We’ve got a study going on right now, and I’m spending a lot of time on that.” She takes another sip of wine and a bite of salad.
“That’s fascinating. So you have a biology degree?”
“Doctorate in biological sciences.” Holy shit – a doctor. I’m duly impressed. “I mean, it’s not like being in practice somewhere, god knows I don’t make that kind of money, but I feel like I’m contributing, making a difference, you know?”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
The salad’s good, super good, and the dressing has to be made there because it’s too fresh and flavorful to have come from a bottle. While I’m chewing, she asks, “So Trish tells me you’re in banking.”
I nod, then manage to swallow the rest of the salad in my mouth. “Yes. I’m the regional manager for United Independent Bank, a name which I consider an oxymoron, but no one listens to a word I say.” That gets a laugh out of her. “So I’ve got eight banks under me, about a hundred employees. When everything’s running as it should, it’s an easy job. When something goes wrong, it’s a nightmare.”
“Like?” she asks from inside her wine
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