Free A Taste of Submission by Jamie Fairfax

a document circulating in the BDSM world which outlines the ‘levels of submission’ and it goes from occasional bedroom BDSM play all the way to a full time live-in slave who is told what to do at all times. There are some people who feel only someone in that last category can be called a slave.”
    “So if someone was a slave they would be kept a prisoner?” Jenni did not like the sound of ‘full time live-in slave’ she knew that would never be her.
    “Not really, that person would have voluntarily given themselves to be in service full time. However, I think that type of slave is mostly a myth. I know some people try it, but to me it seems to be so much work. As the dom you would have to take care of the person who was the slave for twenty-four hours a day. Tell them everything they have to do all day long, buy their clothes for them, tell them what and when to eat, etc.”
    “It doesn’t sound like much fun for either,” Jenni opined.
    “I tend to agree but I also try to refrain from judging others. There are many people who would think what we did on Friday night was perverted,” Charles said with a small chuckle.
    “Well, I’m pretty convinced you’re a big pervert,” Jenni replied with a smirk.
    “Yeah, and you’re taking to it like a duck to water.” Charles grinned and continued, “The overwhelming majority of men and women, who practice BDSM would fall into what would be called one of the lower levels of submission. Like I mentioned before, those levels go from only doing scenes occasionally and only in the bedroom all the way to having BDSM be a very big part of your everyday life.” Jenni wondered where Charles wanted to be on that spectrum. “And in all those cases most of the doms I know like to call their submissives ‘slave’ because it’s a fun part of the play.”
    “And the submissives would call their dom—‘master?’” Jenni inquired.
    “Generally speaking yes, though some subs call their dom ‘sir’ instead, and many use both terms. Basically using the terms master and slave is fun shorthand, it reminds you that you have a different relationship from what we call ‘vanilla.’”
    “I had questions about that too, the term vanilla,” Jenni said as they pulled into the winery parking lot.
    Charles leaned over and gave Jenni a peck on the cheek, “We can continue our discussion on the way home, my sweet. Let’s go enjoy some wine.”
    “Sounds good,” Jenni responded cheerfully but her head was filled with even more questions, the biggest being what did Charles want from her and now what did she want from him? Was she a submissive? Could she actually call someone ‘master?’
    The winery had set up a large tent to house the special event. Charles went up to the registration table to give his information and came back with two wine glasses. As they strolled into the tent Jenni saw several wine pouring stations had been set up along with a long buffet of food. The food and wine was free for the wine club members because the winery knew these were the people most likely to buy more of their wine.
    Jenni noticed a small group waving at Charles, and he waved back and took her hand to head over to them. There were two couples; one looked to be in their mid thirties and the other couple was probably in their mid to late forties.
    The older gentleman shook Charles’s hand. “I told the others I knew we would see you—no way would Charles pass up such a decadent affair!”
    “You got that right,” Charles answered with a laugh. “Jack this is my girlfriend, Jenni. Jenni, this is Jack and his wife Elizabeth, and that’s Dan and his girlfriend Amanda.”
    Jenni had to bite her lip to stop from making a noise because Charles had called her his girlfriend; she realized she loved hearing those words. As Jenni shook hands with everyone, Charles explained he had worked with Elizabeth and Dan at a prior company and they all loved wine so they had joined the wine club together