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Elaine grabbed Kendra s arm before they entered the clinic. She looked around before hissing, I thought we were going to see an Ob-Gyn…
Kendra shook Elaine s grip. I ve seen an Ob-Gyn. This is the doctor. You know, The Doctor. I m getting rid of it. Jeez, Elaine. What did you think I needed? My hand held in the waiting room?
Elaine s eyes narrowed. You could ve just been honest.
This is my decision. I don t need anyone else telling me what to do.
Jesus, Kendra. I agree with you. It s your decision. But before you make it, you should at least be informed. It s traumatic for God s sake. Getting rid of it , as you so eloquently put it, doesn t sound like a considered opinion to me.
I ve had plenty of time to think it over.
What s the rush? You said you were at six weeks.
Kendra swallowed. Ten weeks.
Elaine shook her head. Mostly to herself, she mumbled, Why am I here?
Look. Sorry, okay? The sad look Elaine had seen the night before flashed across Kendra s face again. I m scared. All right?
Elaine thought maybe Kendra was three-dimensional after all. This was a hell of a way to find out. Just tell me what s going through your head.
I m too young to have a k**. I have no idea who the father is. I can t afford it. And I don t like babies. In that order. Satisfied?
Elaine sighed. Yeah, I guess.
Can we go inside?
I want to give you a hug first.
The experience Kendra endured was one Elaine didn t want first hand. After they hobbled up the steps and inside to Kendra s bedroom, Elaine doled out two painkilling tablets and fetched some water. After supervising Kendra taking the pills, she tucked her in bed fully clothed. Kendra insisted Elaine go to class. Fifteen minutes later there wasn t much Elaine could do. Kendra was out like a light.
Reluctantly Elaine left her roommate, spending the afternoon worrying about possible complications and all the unwanted c***dren in the world. She just wanted to get back to the apartment and make sure Kendra was all right.
Arriving home late in the afternoon, Elaine knocked softly before opening Kendra s door. She was still asleep. Elaine didn t wake her. Instead she decided to make spaghetti, Kendra s favourite dish. While the sauce was reducing, Elaine made some notes for the assignment that was due after the weekend. By the time Chelsea came home Elaine was back in the kitchen, stirring the sauce. Chelsea asked where Kendra was and Elaine told her.
Is she all right? Chelsea asked.
I think so.
Is that spaghetti I can smell?
Chelsea flopped in front of the TV in the lounge room while Elaine got dinner together. She wasn t sure how Chelsea might react when Kendra told her about the termination. Maybe that was why Kendra hadn t told her. Or maybe Chelsea did know but simply couldn t take Kendra to the clinic.
She shook her head and wrinkled her nose remembering the events of the day.
While waiting for Kendra, Elaine thought she d enquire about getting a blood test. The whole idea of asking someone to check if she had a clean bill of health for sex , made her very nervous. But she d gathered up the courage to ask the secretary about it and the next minute she d been whisked into an examining room. Elaine had snagged an appointment with a weedy doctor who d had an unfortunate cancellation . Elaine had wondered who the unfortunate one was, as the unfamiliar man had poked and prodded her, drawn her blood and made her pee in a cup. He d even called her a good girl for doing it.
She was glad she didn t have medical fantasies. The whole experience would have been a real downer.
Still, she d get her results the next day and could pick up the written report before the weekend.
Spooning out the spaghetti, Elaine made a small serving for Kendra and took it to her room. She woke her and placed the bowl on her bedside table. Kendra thanked her but rolled over, saying she wasn t hungry. Elaine left it there anyway, quietly suggesting Kendra yell out if she needed anything.
Returning to the lounge room, Elaine joined Chelsea and ate in front of the TV while some crazy show was on. Elaine s mind was elsewhere. She was thinking about Kendra and also about the paper she had to write. Not the one for school, the one for Gary. About being submissive .
As soon as Elaine was done eating, she retired to her room to study and got started right away. It didn t take her long at all. She just wrote from her heart.
What does being submissive mean to you? By Elaine Milanovic
To me, being submissive means wanting to please someone for myself . I am the one who benefits. It is my basic need that is being fulfilled. The thought excites me unbelievably. To know someone so well, to trust them so much… I ache to be able to look into his eyes and tell him, I will do anything for you. The freedom of my submission beckons to me through a thick fog, just out of reach. I can almost taste it.
I am inexperienced. But I m not stupid. Consciously or u*********sly, I ve chosen not to get wrapped up in the meat market of nightclubs and college life. I stand by those choices and I don t regret any decision of importance in my life. I ve been instilled with a respect for authority that permeates my being. My father being military had much to do with that. Succeeding is important to me and I have been thinking lately that I am more self-disciplined than I thought. I am serious and thoughtful. I do well at school and I like to think my head is screwed on straight .
And yet I am considered to be kinky. Or at least my thoughts and desires are. I don t understand it. I can t see how pleasing myself is wrong when it s safe, sane and consensual. It just doesn t make sense.
All my life I ve tried to be pleasing. I ve been good . I ve been what my parents wanted. I haven t been in trouble with the police and I haven t been a young, unwed mother. I ve tried to make them proud. And yet, I haven t been perfect. I ve caused them heartache and worry. I was a normal teenager. But I ve survived. I have a good reputation.
I have a better imagination.
I ve realised fairly recently that I like to masturbate. A lot. The images I have in my mind are extreme when compared to most people. Being made love to is not my sole desire. I do desire romance and I want it desperately, but that s not all. I want more. Much more. I don t want sex to take five minutes. I m quite sure a five-minute fuck could be mind-blowing. But not all the time. And I don t want it to be a chore. I want it to be passionate and I want it to be hot. I want to explore what is possible and I want to be pushed beyond what I ve imagined.
I want to be able to let go.
I need to trust. And communicate. I need to know I am truly cared for and that my needs are important. I want to know whether I am doing well or not. I need to make my man happy and I need to know I am succeeding. I want to truly and actually adore him. For he would be mine in my submission, just as I would be his in his Domination. I want to trust him implicitly and I want to allow myself to be what my Dominant wants, while at the same time be taken to where, in his heart, he knows I want to go.
I want to be able to submit myself to his will. I want to be free to do as he asks. I ve thought about this a lot, and not just while masturbating. Most of what I see as humbling myself before my Dominant , is desirable to me.
I want to be his. And I want to be considered. I want communication and I want my sexuality to be expanded for his and my benefit. I want to rely on him and I don t want to feel guilty about it. Not because I am easily led , but because I want a genuine partnership.
I want to find the safety and the structure within which I can be free. Free to be me. Free to become whoever I wish to be in the future. I don t know what I m capable of doing or being. But I know I belong. From what I ve read, from what I ve experienced, and from how it makes me feel, I know that submission is what I want.
So to me, submission is an expression of my freedom. It gives me the opportunity to openly communicate my needs in a safe and structured environment. It means knowing and trusting someone so much. And it means pleasing someone who can fulfil my needs. But most of all, it means choosing. Choosing who I want to be, choosing how I submit, and choosing into whose knowledgeable hands that I will deliver myself.
Elaine sat back in her chair and sighed. She hated writing things without researching. But she d written all she could think of then edited it three or four times. She hoped he liked her answer and that she hadn t said anything wrong. She just tried to be honest. She knew that things might not work out with Gary. She had to keep reminding herself that this was just the first step on what might be a long journey.
She bit her lip as she pressed send , then turned her attention to her journal.
The first thing that occurred to her was, What a day.
So she wrote it down.
Gary s message popped up on Elaine s screen giving her a fright. She d been concentrating hard, working on her Metaphysics essay due next Monday. At least her term paper due Friday was done. One moment, please, she typed, saving her work and closing windows.
Within a minute she was ready. Hello, Sir, she typed, adding a smile.
Hello, Elaine. I just got done reading your answer to my question about being submissive. I think you are just about ready.
Ready for what?
For the presidency. What do you think? For the weekend, silly.
Oh. I m sorry, Sir. It s been a a strange day.
I ll say. Though I would have thought it was somewhat depressing after reading your journal.
A bit. It s just a bad situation, I guess. Bad all round.
Let s talk about it.
So they did. Elaine talked about everything that had gone through her head that day. As the opportunity to unload opened in front of her, she began to smile. Gary listened and took it all in. He added his own opinion and they talked things through. They had comparable outlooks on sex, contraception and the abortion issue. They had both assumed correctly that the other was of a similar mind, though they were glad they covered the subject. And they both enjoyed seeing how the other s brain worked.
About an hour later the topic had been exhausted and Gary said, A lot of this could go in your journal, you know.
I never know what to put in it and what to leave out, Elaine replied.
Well, in real life, you would have my undivided attention to tell me all about your day. Every day, a time would be set-aside for you to do that. During that time, you would be encouraged to tell me not just what you did , but how you thought about it and any questions that might have arisen about any aspect, or indeed any subject at all. Your journal either replaces or augments that time.
There is no reason why you couldn t keep a journal for the rest of your life if it suited you.
I see. It s a work in progress.
I m sure it will take shape as you realise and explore its benefits.
So it hasn t displeased you.
Not at all.
I should just work toward using it more effectively.
You can work toward using it however you like. Once you ve met the basic requirements, the sky is the limit. That s the point.
Could you tell me the exact basic requirements please, Sir?
Haven t I told you?
I don t think so.
The basic requirements are to outline the happenings of your day and any feelings, thoughts, needs or desires that they provoked.
Oh. I think you did tell me that.
Smiles. In the future, more things may be added such as any rules or instructions we ve decided on, or any delayed reactions to discussions we ve had. I think we communicate pretty well already, so as long as those basic requirements are met, I can t see any reason why you can t just enjoy your journal and do with it as you wish.
Elaine read Gary s words a couple of times. She was surprised by how laterally she was thinking. She wondered if Gary would catch her wavelength. A bit like D/s.
Hmmmm, he sent.
Elaine smiled to herself.
In no time Gary was typing again. Yes, a bit. He sent a smile. D/s is the same in that if you meet your Dominant s basic requirements, then you move to the next level, and so on and so on. If you get a match, then the world is your oyster. The trick is in taking the time to find your match. When your boundaries and limits converge and you can assume correctly what the other wants and needs, then yes, you are truly free to do anything within those boundaries and limits.
There was something Elaine hadn t understood. What do you mean by, the next level ?
Well, they loosely equate to friend , boyfriend , serious boyfriend , and married partner . They are: your Mentor, your Trainer, your Dominant, and your Master. From my point of view, it s my mentoree which I don t think is a word, then my trainee, my submissive, and my collared submissive.
Where am I up to? Elaine wondered if the question was appropriate, though not until after she d sent it.
I d say there is still a lot of mentoring going on and a fair bit of training. We have a long way to go.
Is it normal to like the idea of having something to aim at? Like a career path? Elaine smiled at her words and sent the face with its tongue poking out.
I like that. A career path. He sent back a smile. I don t know if it s normal. I ve never really thought about it. I like that you like it though.
Grins. Elaine was feeling better already. Can I ask you something else, Sir? I just thought of it.
Sure. Fire away.
Well, you said something like, I expect you to better yourself in all things . I was just wondering what you meant by that. She bit her lip. What she was really wondering was, What happens if I fail?
I m pretty sure that isn t what I said.
I might be wrong. It was something like that.
I think what I said was, The DESIRE to better yourself in all things is one of my expectations . It s desiring that is important, not necessarily succeeding.
Oh, yeah. I remember now. Elaine sent a blushing face. And I think I said, I can do that .
Nods softly. If you don t have the desire to succeed and the desire to be pleasing to the one you choose, then there is no point.
Elaine thought for a moment. Can I rephrase my answer?
I want to do that. She sent a smile. I want to succeed and I want to try to better myself. In all things… but particularly in pleasing you. She sent the blushing face again.
I think you are doing fine. He sent the face with the big grin.
The next morning it was like nothing had happened.
Elaine wondered if Kendra was okay, but she didn t say anything. She seemed all right and even said so when Chelsea asked. Kendra didn t mention anything at all and in fact averted her eyes every time Elaine tried to make contact. She was being vague as usual, but Elaine thought it was an act.
Chelsea casually asked Kendra, So what s wrong with you?
Woman s problems, you know, Kendra replied.
Well, as long as everything s okay.
Elaine was looking daggers at Kendra. She couldn t work out why there was such secrecy.
All right. Well, I have to go, Chelsea said. I have a test this morning and I don t want to be late.
Elaine asked, How did your interview go?
Pretty good. They want me to start tonight and do lunch tomorrow. Then, if it works out, we ll discuss hours.
Congratulations, said Elaine. You ll make a good waitress.
Thanks, but I ve done it before.
Oh. I didn t know.
Who am I gonna party with? asked Kendra.
Elaine rolled her eyes and Chelsea laughed, asking Kendra, Don t you have a date tonight?
I think I m going to cancel, Kendra replied.
That s not like you. Are you sure you re okay?
Nothing a day s rest won t cure.
Okay. Then take it easy. I m going now. See you both later.
As soon as the front door locked, Elaine asked Kendra, What s going on?
What are you talking about?
You know what I m talking about. Why are you keeping it a secret from Chelsea? What s the big deal? I don t get it.
Kendra sighed. I just want it to blow over.
Well, thanks for telling me. I m not sure what I can and can t say.
Their eyes met and the sad look crossed Kendra s face again before she said, Sorry.
It took Elaine by surprise. She felt like a bitch. I m sorry, too. I m being insensitive.
No, it s my fault. I should tell you I guess.
Tell me what?
Kendra crossed her arms defensively. I didn t tell Chelsea because I promised her I d keep the next one if I got pregnant again.
That was my third termination.
Yeah, I know.
Elaine shook her head. What could she say? Should she state the obvious? I suppose the doctor gave you all the risks.
Okay. Elaine figured Kendra was kicking herself enough. She didn t need Elaine kicking her too.
Their eyes met again and Elaine realised Kendra was about to cry. She pulled her chair closer to Kendra s and they hugged.
And Kendra burst into tears.
Elaine held her and stroked her hair while Kendra sobbed. Elaine wasn t sure exactly what was going on, but she knew a friend in need when she saw one. Kendra held her tightly and was rubbing Elaine s back and before Elaine knew what was happening, she felt uncomfortable. The touching was becoming too familiar and she started to pull away when Kendra pulled her close and kissed her right on the lips. Tears were still falling down Kendra s cheeks. Their eyes met briefly before Kendra tried to kiss Elaine again.
No, Elaine said firmly, holding Kendra back. I don t know what s going on with you, but NO , okay?
Kendra blinked and reached for a tissue. She blew her nose and repeated herself. I don t know what you re talking about.
Elaine stood up and cleared the table. Is that what you always say when you re trying to avoid facing up to something? Kendra didn t answer right away. Elaine looked at her from the sink. Well?
Well, what? I just got carried away. I thought you liked me.
I do like you. But Kendra, that doesn t mean I want to kiss you. Whatever s going on, you should tell a person before you start kissing them.
I m sorry, okay? It won t happen again.
You bet it won t. I don t think of you that way.
Kendra burst into tears again. Elaine handed her the tissues and rubbed her shoulders, standing safely behind her while she blew her nose again. You ve had a tough time. Just relax. Everything probably feels weird and kind of unreal at the moment. It s probably the painkillers.
Kendra sniffled and nodded.
Elaine had to get out of there. She had classes, but she just wanted some air. I won t say anything to Chelsea, okay. Not about any of this. You should go back to bed. I ll check on you later.
Okay. I m sorry.
Don t worry about it. Just promise you ll try to be a bit more honest with me. We could be friends you know.
It s harder than you think sometimes.
Elaine shrugged. It s up to you. She grabbed her backpack and an apple. I gotta go. Get some rest.
Elaine was in the library when her cell phone rang. A few people gave her dirty looks, but she answered it anyway. It was Gary. Hearing his voice was heavenly. She was almost dumbstruck but she managed to ask him to wait for a moment while she gathered her stuff together and hurried to the exit.
She sat on a wooden bench in the sun just outside the door. I can talk now, she said breathlessly.
It s nice to hear your voice.
I was just thinking the same thing. She could almost see him smiling.
I m calling to warn you that Leah is going to call you in a minute if that is your wish.
Oh. Elaine started shaking. She d forgotten all about that. Right.
I told her I d call her back and give her your number if you still wanted to talk to her. I got a message to her through some mutual friends. Well, kind of ex-friends. I don t see them much any more. But they re still in touch. So what do you think? Do you want to talk to her?
I… I don t know…
I guess it depends on what you wanted to ask her. Not that I m trying to wheedle it out of you. You can ask her anything.
Elaine was sure he was smiling now. She could definitely hear it. I… I just wanted to know if you d be willing to share her number. I thought, you know, you might act weird about it or something… Oh, I don t know, it was Kendra s idea actually. I knew I shouldn t have listened to her.
It was a good idea.
Well you found out, didn t you?
Yes. I suppose I did.
Then she helped.
Elaine looked around quickly and lowered her voice a little. Yes, Sir. Just saying the words thrilled her.
Oooo, in public. Very risqué of you, Elaine. I don t suppose now would be a good time to tease you a little, would it?
Not before talking to your ex. She could feel the heat in her cheeks. She whispered, I mean, please, Sir.
So you want to talk to her?
Elaine hesitated. Yes. She wasn t sure what to say to her. Her mind was rapidly going blank.
I ll let her know. I ll give you ten minutes to talk to her then call you back.
And he was gone. Elaine pressed call end and stared at her phone, trying to remember what she was going to ask. She didn t have time to remember. Her phone started ringing almost straight away. After pressing the call button, she held it to her ear. Hello? This is Elaine.
Hi, Elaine. This is Leah.
She sounded nice.
Nice to um, meet you, I guess, said Elaine. Sorry if this is inconvenient. She sat up straighter.
Not at all, I m glad to hear Gary is hooking up again.
Um, about that…
It s fine, said Leah. I have no secrets. I married the man who was right for me. I m incredibly happy and I don t mind if the world knows it.
I m pleased for you.
If I could take back what I did to Gary, I would. He s a wonderful Dom and an amazing lover. He ll take good care of you.
Why didn t I marry him?
I m sorry, yes.
It s so cute that you re nervous. Are you a newbie?
Yes. Elaine swallowed.
He ll be perfect for you. He talks a lot and makes you talk too. He s an excellent communicator. I miss that sometimes. But anyway, I m a bit closer to what you might call a slave than a submissive. I don t have limits in the same way subs do. The thrill of doing as my Master commands, of being entirely at his disposal, is what drives me, and that wasn t the kind of relationship I had with Gary. While I was with him, I was happy… and God, I mean he s so beautiful to look at. I wanted to have him. He was a catch , and going places… My vanilla side was talking. The trouble was, my limits weren t being pushed. You know?
He wasn t tough enough on you?
Yeah. Something like that. It was only as the wedding got closer and closer that I started freaking out about it. I should have called it off weeks earlier. Elaine heard Leah sigh before continuing. But, as fate would have it, the Master who let me go years earlier wanted me back. He was the one I dreamed about. He was the one I needed. So when he called on the day of the wedding, I went to him.
Gary is one of the good ones. You re in good hands.
Thank you for calling and reassuring me.
You re welcome. I better get back to work.
Thanks again, Leah.
Good luck, Elaine.
Shaking her head, Elaine was about to put her phone away when it rang again.
Took you long enough. Gary chuckled.
We didn t talk for that long.
I m just teasing.
Hey! I asked you not to do that. Elaine giggled.
Not till after you were off the phone to Leah.
He chuckled. So is everything off? Do I cancel the royal visit?
Of course not. You knew she d give you a glowing report.
Well, I didn t exactly do anything wrong. Somewhere along the line she stopped talking to me. Next minute she was gone. I just thought it was wedding nerves. Everything else I found out later.
I think you are both better off.
Yeah, but you re biased.
Why am I biased?
Because I make you hot.
Sir! Elaine looked around. She hadn t realised how loudly she d spoken. She whispered, You re making me blush.
Awww. Then your pussy must be getting wet too. Is it?
Elaine swallowed. She was breathing harder. Yes.
I like it when you blush. Do you want me to call you names now, Elaine? Hmmmm?
I… I don t know. She had a sense of déjà vu before Gary interrupted the thought.
How wet is your cunt?
He made it hard to breathe. It s… It s getting wetter.
Are your nipples hard?
Can you see them through your top?
Elaine looked down and gasped. Yes! She looked around again. No one was paying her any attention. She squirmed a little. This was sweet torture.
Don t forget you are not allowed to masturbate before the weekend.
So not fair, Elaine said breathlessly.
Slut. The smile in his voice was unmistakeable. But so was the firmness. It made Elaine shiver and her thighs clenched tightly together. It was going to be a long week.
She whispered, I can t wait to see you, Sir.
I m pleased you are eager.
She loved pleasing him. It struck her every time he said it. I want to please you.
Then be a good girl and meet me online at nine tonight. I might have a surprise for you.
And no fucking yourself.
No, Sir. She answered like the demand was a normal one.
Good girl. I have to get back to the horses. Talk to you tonight.
Yes, Sir. And he was gone again.
For a few minutes Elaine sat on the bench outside the library, calming herself. She marvelled at the ease with which she slipped into subspace with Gary. Or was it his ability to take her there? Or was he simply teasing her and she d misunderstood the whole situation?
No, she thought, feeling the throb of her nipples slowly dissipating. They were still hard. And her panties were wet.
He knows exactly what I want, and he s going to give it to me.
It was time to go to class. Time to concentrate.
She wasn t hopeful.
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