What Sara Needs

Chapter 4

Sara opened the front door and stepped inside.  She had just returned home from her ninth date in the last six weeks.  The men were all very nice.  One of them was even very handsome, but something was missing while she was out with them.  They treated her well enough, showing the proper respect.  They took her to nice restaurants, dancing and to the movies.  One took her to the opera and to a museum.  It was all fun.  She even had sex with two of them.  They were good lovers, or at least it seemed so, maybe because it had been so long since she had a stiff cock inside her, but orgasms weren’t very intense or satisfying.  She thought she was holding back, but she wasn’t sure.  It just didn’t feel right to her.  She just couldn’t put her finger on it, but it reminded her of sex with her husband.  All of the men had called her for a second date, or a third, and after eliminating two more of them, she did go out with the remaining guys.  Both were sweet and gentle with her, thinking they had found a delicate princess to cherish.  After all, she did look and act the part when she was with them.  They were generous with their money and their affections, but the more they did for her, the less she responded to them.  They just didn’t do it for her.  It wasn’t long before she had said her final goodbyes to the last of them. 

All during this time she had been chatting with the one man from the “other“ site.  He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to meet her.  They exchanged emails and IMs several nights a week for the six weeks she had been online.  It seemed in him she found a friend.  Matt was easy to talk to and she found herself chatting about just about every topic imaginable.  They often talked about sex, and she too easily revealed her beliefs on what the roles of men and women should be in a relationship.  He questioned her boldly, and she tried to hold her own when they disagreed, but she quickly backed down when he became insistent and forceful.  The more she chatted with him, the more she desired to meet him.  She even offered to do so on a couple of occasions, but he said that “She wasn’t ready for that yet.”  That intrigued her even more, but she was patient, because she figured he would decide when the time was right.  That excited her too; she realized he was taking control of the relationship even before they met, and  it drove her so crazy that she had to masturbate after every time they communicated.  After the fifth time doing so, she admitted it to him online.  He surprised her when he told her she would have to be punished for such behavior without permission.  Sara responded with an enthusiastic, “Yes Sir,” and came instantly.  It was the first time she had called him Sir, but she knew immediately that it felt right.  This man deserved her respect.  She knew what her role would be in this relationship.  During their conversations he had suggested some story sites for her to start learning what the lifestyle was all about, and once Sara started she read voraciously, often imagining herself as the heroine in each story.

About a week and a half after she had brushed off the last of the vanilla suitors, she was online with Matt chatting away.  They were discussing what each other wanted in a relationship.  Matt explained to her that he needed a naturally submissive woman who would accept that role and be happy in it.  She told him that she understood that and after years of vanilla living was ready for that kind of relationship.  She wanted and needed a man to take control of her sexually.  He asked if she wanted that outside of the bedroom as well.  She paused, not really sure.  Sara’s fantasies were always confined to sex.  It never occurred to her that she would want to live as a slave 24/7.  Her answer to him was honest. “I’m not sure, Sir.  I’ve never thought about it.  How would my life be different than it is now?”

“It would be more traditional, the way men and women have lived for thousands of years before the 20th century.  You would take care of the house and your daughter, and take care of all my needs.  I would keep and protect you.  I would be the Master of the house, making all of the decisions for you and your daughter.  You would obey me in all things,” after a pause he continued, “Think about, and answer these four questions.  Could you see yourself living like this?  Could you give up your freedom?  Would you be happy?  Would you want everyone who knows you to know this is how you choose to live?” 

Sara didn’t answer.  She couldn’t answer.  It was a shock to her mind, too much to process, but her big, pink nipples were as hard as rocks and her tight, little, blond  pussy spasmed, expelling a gush of her juice into her lace panties.  She moaned.  She forced herself to type, “Would everyone have to know?”

“Yes,” came his response.  “You will learn to be proud of your slavery.  You will wear the signs of it everyday and everywhere you go for all to see.”

“Signs?”

“Yes, I will mark your body so everyone knows that you are owned.”

“How?”

“Jewelry, piercings and tattoos.” 

Sara came so hard at that moment that her eyes rolled up into her head.  It took a minute to calm down and stop shaking.  She found herself typing her phone number and begging him to call her.  She needed to hear his voice and to talk to him about this.  She was sitting there biting her lip when the sound of the phone made her jump.  Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she couldn’t breathe as she starred at the phone on the table next to her.  She was hypnotized by it and slowly reached out to it, shaking as she grasped it and picked up the receiver.  “Hello?”

“Shouldn’t you greet me by saying, ‘Hello, Sir?’”

“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry Sir.  Hello, Sir,” she repeated.

“That’s better.  So is this better than typing?”

“Yes, Sir.  I’m glad to finally hear your voice.  I can feel the tone of it, not just read the words.”

Sara trembled as they talked, but her voice was steady.  His voice was so strong.  It made her feel weak and small.  They discussed meeting for the first time.  It was agreed that he would visit her town and they would meet for drinks at a restaurant.  He knew her town well enough and he picked a small, quiet place that was on the other side of town from her.  It had a nice bar and good food so she figured they might have dinner too.  He told her to be there Friday night at 7 P.M.  She was to wear a dress that would please him and heels.  Her underwear was to be her sexiest best.

She barely got out the required, “Yes Sir,” before he said his good-bye to her and hung up.  Sara placed the receiver back on the cradle and shut down her computer.

The week seemed to drag on and on, and Sara had tried to keep herself busy so she wouldn’t have to think about sex, but it was hard.  She masturbated several times a day, but she couldn’t relieve the tension that kept building as Friday approached.  On Thursday, she got a French manicure and pedicure, and had her hair trimmed.  She laid out her clothes for work and her date clothes as well.  She picked out a blue dress with a low enough neckline to show ample cleavage, but not too much as to look slutty.  The hem came just above mid thigh, and would show off her strong, lean legs, but wouldn’t overdo it.  She picked out matching powder-blue, lace half-cup bra and matching French cut panties.  This set was one of her favorites.  It made her look especially hot and it brought out the blue in her eyes.  To finish off the outfit, she chose black, high-heeled sandals with an ankle strap, and some silver and turquoise jewelry.  She would be a vision in blue.  She so wanted him to be pleased.  After work, she drove home on auto-pilot, her mind fixed on Matt and their date.  She played the whole evening out in her mind, over and over, seeing different scenarios.  By the time she was dressed and ready, she was as nervous as a virgin schoolgirl on her first date.  None of the other men made her feel this way.  She went downstairs to say goodbye to Debbie and to give her the information on where she would be in case there was any problems.

“Wow, Mom, you look incredible.  I can’t remember the last time you looked so hot.”

“Thanks, baby.  Do you think Matt will like it?”

“If he doesn’t, then he’s blind, or gay,”

“I really want to make a good impression tonight.  It’s important to me with this guy.

“Mom, I guarantee you will make a good impression.  You look gorgeous.  I hope you have a great time and that this guy is the one.”

“I hope so too, sweetie.  I don’t know when I’ll be home so lock up before you go to bed.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  With that Sara kissed Debbie on the check and walked out the door to her car.

When Sara pulled into the parking lot she saw only a handful of cars there.  She tried to guess which one was Matt’s, but there was no way of knowing.  She checked her make-up in her mirror, took a deep breath, and got out of the car.  She walked slowly and confidently to the restaurant, feeling sexy and finally ready to meet the man who had conquered her in her dreams for so many weeks.  When she entered the restaurant, she went straight to the bar.  Her eyes scanned until she saw him.  He had his back to her and was talking to the bartender.  She walked over and said to him, “Matt?”  He stopped talking and turned to her.  “Hi, I’m Sara.  It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

She offered her hand to him, but Matt didn’t reach out to shake her hand.  Instead he just starred at her for a moment or two.  His eyes looked her up and down, examining her, evaluating her, judging her.  Sara started to melt inside.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he took her hand, shook it and said, “Nice to meet you too, Sara.  I’m Matt.  Won’t you please sit down.   I’ve ordered you a white wine.  She easily slid onto the barstool and placed her bag by her feet.  Their eyes met and his blue-eyed stare held her eyes locked onto his.  She couldn’t have looked away even if she wanted to.  “I like your outfit.”

She blushed bright pink.  “Thank you.”

“I see you can follow instructions.  That’s very good.”

“Thank you.  You were quite clear and I wanted to please you.”

“That’s also very good.”  Sara took the white wine in her hands when the bartender placed it in front of her.  Matt raised his glass.  “A toast,” he paused until she lifted her glass, “to the beginning, and to giving each other what each wants and needs.”  She repeated his words and they touched glasses.  Sara brought the glass to her lips and took a big sip of the wine, which she swallowed in one gulp, as if she was gulping his words down into her, making them part of her.  They sat at the bar for an hour or so, and dinner followed.  All the while they talked as easily as they did online. 

It crossed her mind several times that he was very attractive and there was something about his demeanor that made her feel that she belonged with him.  He was obviously a confident, secure man, who appeared in control of himself and his situation.  This realization gave her a warm feeling like the summer sun on her skin or a towel that has just come out of the dryer wrapped around her.  As dinner wore on the conversation came to expectations for a relationship. 

Again his eyes locked onto hers, holding her attention tightly.  “Have you thought about the questions I asked you?”

“Yes sir, I have.”

“Are you prepared to answer them?”

“Yes, I am, Sir.” Sara paused.  She was about to reveal herself to this man, this stranger like she had never done before.  Her deepest darkest desires were about to be put on the table like a gift for him.  They would be his to accept or deny.  Could she so easily give him this gift?  Could she stand it if he rejected her?  What if he laughed at her?  She looked deeply into his eyes, looking for his soul.   She needed to connect with him there.  She had to know if he would be her Master.  Would he own her mind, body and soul?  She looked hard and deep, but only saw his sweet eyes staring into hers.  Sara needed this man badly, and what he could do for her even more, so when this hit her mind, she decided to take a leap of faith and tell him.  “Yes, I can see myself living in such a relationship.  I would gladly give up my freedom, all of it, for such a relationship with the right Master.  I would be happy and I’d be okay with everyone knowing what I was.”

Do you want me to be your Master?”

“I think so, but I’m not sure.  I want to get to know you.  I want to learn what to do to please you. “

“Will you accept training?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why will you do this?”

Again she paused to consider the question.  She thought back to her fantasies over the last 10 weeks.  She admitted to herself that she has always wanted and needed a strong man to control her.  It was the reason why her marriage was so bad.  Her husband wasn’t strong enough.  He showed her too much respect, allowed her too much freedom.  She resented him for it, and showed her contempt over the years until he couldn’t take it anymore.  That’s why she got over his leaving so easily.  She was glad he was gone.  If he had just taken control of her, just was rougher with her in bed, maybe she would still have been married to him.  But it was too late for all that.  He was gone and she was here now with a strong man who would treat her the way she should be treated.  He would control her life now.  She would do as she was told.  He would punish her at will and she would accept it and be happy that he cared enough to keep her in her place.  She would do anything for him and he could do anything he wanted to her.  She would be his willing fuck slave.  “I’ll do this because it is what you want and I need to please you.  I’ll do this because it is what I want and need.  I need to serve a man like you.  It is my destiny to do so.”  He smiled at her.  “Sir, May I ask a question or two?”

“Yes.”

“Will you make me a slave right away?”

“No.  You will be trained until I think you are ready to be a slave.  At such time, you will have to decide whether or not to offer yourself for permanent ownership.   If you do, there will be no going back.  You will give up all rights and freedoms.  I will take possession of you and everything you have, everything you are.  Your only reason to exist will be to please me.”

“What about my daughter?”

“She will have to accept your slavery too.  That means she cannot try to save you in any way.  She will have to accept you being punished and the modifications.”

“Will she have to participate?”

“No.  I don’t involve minors.  This is between you and I only.  But she will be exposed to much of what happens to you.  It will be unavoidable.  She may be influenced by what she sees and hears.  If she is, and chooses a similar path, I will deal with her appropriately at that time.”

Sara was fearful for Debbie but she understood his position.  Since she caught her masturbating that night, she knew Debbie was awakening to her sexuality.  She would start to have her own fantasies, and would be experimenting soon.  Debbie would be exposed to a lot in the future.  This was now unavoidable.  Sara had no illusions that she could keep Debbie innocent while her mother went through her training.  There would be sounds and marks that couldn’t be hidden.  Her body would be modified.  Her behavior would change and she would have to explain to Debbie what was going on.  There would be nothing to do but be honest with her. 

“Sir, I am ready to submit myself to you for training, if you will have me.”

Once again he smiled.  “I accept you, Sara, as my bound, submissive in training.  Now, let’s pay the check and get out of this place.”

“Yes, Sir.”  When they reached the parking lot and went to Sara’s car, she stood by the door waiting for Him to tell her what to do.  He looked into her eyes once more, and she knew.  Right then and there, she sank to her knees in front of Him and looked up at Him.  “Sir, thank you for accepting me.  I am so happy.  I will make you happy in all things.  I promise.”

He bent down, held her chin in his hands, and kissed her for the first time.  He was gentle and soft with her lips, and yet electricity flowed through his lips to hers, shooting directly to her nipples and pussy.  She was instantly hot, and would have done anything he wanted her to do, then and there, no questions asked.  But he broke the kiss and smiled down at her.  “Get up, my pet.  It’s time for us to part.  I want you to go home now.  I will call you later and we will begin your training.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” and with that he put out his hand, which she took in hers, and she rose to her feet.  He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a deep soul kiss, his tongue invading deep into her mouth, exploring that cavity for the first time.  Too soon it was over and they parted.  He watched her get into her car and drive away.  As she drove home in a trance, she thought about her daughter.  “Boy, do I have a lot to tell her.”