Free Submission in Seattle by Jack Quaiz Page B

Then she remembered. Her dream
of finding someone to be her dominant sex partner was apparently being
fulfilled.  Stretching luxuriously in the comfortable bed, she wondered if Cole
had found her acceptable, since he wasn’t here right now.  Was he making
breakfast for himself?
     
    Visions of last
night’s events flashed through her mind.  She gently caressed her buttocks to
check for any damage.   There was a slight tenderness that she found stimulating,
but nothing disturbed the smooth surface of the skin.  She grinned widely as
she realized that this was certainly the most exciting thing that had ever
happened to this little subby girl from Idaho.  She was proud of herself for
finding a safe partner who could give her what she needed.  She now trusted
Howard completely.  There would be no question in her mind when he asked for
her obedience.  She longed to give it to him as a gift.
     
    Going into the
bathroom, she performed her morning necessities including a quick shower.  She
twisted her long hair into a pretty ponytail and looked around for something to
wear.  In the closet, His closet, she found a pair of men’s dark blue flannel
pajamas.  She put them on and they felt oddly appropriate.   With a slight
feeling of apprehension, she walked toward the kitchen to see what kind of mood
her master was in.
     
    Cole turned away
from the stove, where he had just finished preparing a frying pan of cottage
potatoes with onions and various spices.  He noticed Monica standing in the
doorway wearing a pair of his flannel pajamas.  She looked like a model from a
slick lingerie catalog, demonstrating the latest cozy fashions for winter
sleepwear.
     
    “Master?  Is it OK
if I wear this?”  she said as she assumed a seductive pose in the kitchen
doorway.
     
    He allowed himself
to stare at her and a broad grin stretched itself across his face.  She was
devastating, even at this hour.  It was nine o’clock on Saturday morning.  They
had played so intensely the night before that they were asleep before ten PM.  
Nothing like ten hours of sleep to put one in a good mood, he thought.  Did
Monica look this good every morning?
     
    “Of course you can
wear it, Little One.  What a good choice!  You’re beautiful this morning.”
     
    He placed the
steaming potatoes on the table next to a bowl containing hot eggs scrambled
with a hint of mustard.  Stepping forward, he offered her a wineglass filled
with excellent orange juice.  “Will you join me for breakfast my dear?”
     
    She accepted with
a smile and sparkling eyes.  Over breakfast they discussed the latest issues
that had developed in their relationship.  Love was obviously starting to
blossom.   Unfortunately, an intense D/S relationship prevented many activities
and conversations that were important to the healthy growth of a relationship. 
Cole understood it a little better than she did, but as he explained his
thoughts, she quickly realized that they had to make some new rules.
     
    With two logical
minds hard at work, it only took an hour to lay the groundwork for their mutual
agreement.  Their first point was to keep the rules flexible. They decided that
they would not maintain their master/slave roles all the time, only when they
were both in the mood.  Serious play sessions could be planned in advance, but
due to their hot chemistry, spontaneous play would be inevitable and they
agreed to enjoy it whenever it happened.  They would also schedule non-kinky
activities just like vanilla couples did.   She enjoyed watching foreign art
films, so he agreed to go along.  He enjoyed shooting, which she reluctantly
agreed to try.
     
    Monica made it a
point to tell him that their paddle play had been nowhere near her limit.  Next
time, she wanted to play harder, if it pleased her master.
     
    Cole brought up
the fact that they were not using condoms and needed to be very careful if they
had any sexual contact with others.
     
    Monica