Free MMA Romance: Path to Submission by T. A. Lesner Page B

of what just happened to me. Mr. White sat in silence as the fire danced up the chimney. As I rocked back and forth in the ancient chair while smoking my cigar I let my eyes glide over the curious skeletons of animals, stuffed birds, globes and maps, with which his room was skillfully decorated.
    “This woman has captured my full attention like nothing I’ve experienced before,” I said.
    “You see her in your dreams,” Mr. White said.
    “Yes, but it is so much more; it feels real to me; I can taste and smell everything as if she was at my side.”
    “You sound as if you are obsessed with this woman,” he said.
    “More than you can imagine,” I responded.
    By chance my glance remained fixed on a picture which I had seen often enough before but today caught my attention. Under the reflected red glow of the fire, it made an indescribable impression on me. It was a large oil painting of a beautiful woman with a radiant smile upon her face, with abundant hair covering her breasts as she stood nude in dark furs with shoulders exposed.
    Her right hand played with her hair while her bare foot rested on the back of a man lying before her like a slave displaying full obedience. In the sharply outlined face of this man lay unbridled love and passionate devotion; he looked up to her with the ecstatic burning eye of a martyr. This man, the footstool for her feet, displayed an uncanny resemblance to Mr. White. 
    "It’s her!" I exclaimed, pointing to the picture. "That is the way I saw her in my dream."
    Mr. White paused with apprehension.
    “Are you certain,” he said.
    "Your picture is what I saw in my dream.
    "Please tell me what it means!” I exclaimed.
    "Look at this man," replied Mr. White.
    "What is the significance?" I asked.
    Mr. White pointed with his finger at the fur which embraced the angel of love.
    "She will cause you many sleepless nights," he said with a slight smile.
    I stood silent trying to rationalize and make sense of the situation.
    “The painting, as it now exists, is a reflection of my deepest thoughts and aspirations,” he said.
    “My experience with her opened my eyes and gave me a new outlook on love,” he added.
    Mr. White gathered himself and lit a fresh cigar. Then the door opened and an attractive blonde girl entered. She was tall and slender with kind eyes; dressed in a short black silk dress. She brought us a nice bottle of Scotch and prepared two drinks on the rocks.
    "Didn't I tell you that I want less ice" he said with a glaring look that made the young woman nervous.
    "But Mr. White,” she said timidly.
    "Mr. White nothing," he yelled.
    "Obey me! Do you understand?"
    The woman fixed the drinks and fled from the chamber frightened.
    "Mr. White," I said placing my hand on his arm.
    "How can you treat a pretty young girl like that?"
    "Look at the woman," he replied as if to share a teachable moment.
    "Had I flattered her, she would have cast the noose around my neck, but now, when I break her soul, she adores me."
    "Nonsense!" I said
    "Nonsense, nothing, that is the way you have to break a woman."
    "Well, if you like it, live like a king in your harem, but don't try to push your theories on me," I said.
    "Why not," he responded with a surprised look, "in a relationship you must be either a hammer or a nail. The hammer has all the power. Without the hammer the nail is powerless. You must become the hammer. This is absolutely appropriate for the relations between men and women. Didn't your dream girl prove that to you?”
    “I am still trying to figure it out,” I replied.
    “A woman's power lies in the man’s servitude, and she knows how to use it if the man is weak. To prove himself he has only one choice so become the hammer Eric. As soon as the weak man gives in, his neck is under her foot and the crack of the whip will soon fall upon him."
    "You are one of a kind", I said.
    "I’ve learned from experience," he replied.
    "I have actually felt the whip in my past relationships and