This reminds me of a brief encounter I had with a prospective dominant about a year ago (a ‘trial’ period, if you will).
One day we met at a cafe, one with a few tables and a smattering of couches throughout. We were sitting together on a green velvet sofa; the conversation took a turn, and he quietly told me to kneel in front of him. On the ground. With people around. My breathing was already shallow (did I mention the conversation had taken a turn?), and I’m sure my eyes were dilated. It’s funny how subby ‘mode’ can do that sometimes, isn’t it? Anyway, I didn’t know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do (kneel… hide… bow down before him… run…), and I was aware that I was being tested. He made it clear that failure wasn’t a risk; there were people around, after all. I didn’t have to do it. I made a couple of furtive glances to assess the personalities around us. He was clearly amused, and very patient. His eyes never left mine. After a moment, he took the lid off his coffee cup and dropped it to the floor - a proverbial ‘bone’ if I’ve ever seen one.
I sank to my knees in front of him.
What’s really funny is I could have kneeled for a quick second and been done with it. Passed. But doing that, the actual act of going to my knees, one hand on the coffee lid, the other on his thigh… it felt good. If felt right. And I didn’t want to get up.
So I didn’t. And the really funny thing is that something sort of flipped in my head. I noticed a couple of people looking, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to please him. After a minute, maybe less, he smiled and caressed my cheek. “Up,” he said. I got up and sat next to him, suddenly very aware of the eyes on us. But I still didn’t care. I was too busy reveling in having pleased him.
© subgirlygirl.com, 2013
That story. The fact that he gave her an out. The fact that she wanted to. OMG. :$