The Submission of Emma Marx

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How did I get to this place?

Draped across a man's lap.

Being punished like a disobedient child.

Willingly submitting myself to him.

Surrendering control.

How does anyone get to this place?

Where every single fiber of who you thought you were suddenly vanishes.

...someone new.

...is born.

This is my story.

Normal.

Webster's dictionary defines normal as....

...conforming to the standard or the common type.

...Usual...not abnormal...regular...standard.

But ... how does anyone define that for themselves.

By society's standards it would be anything that doesn't challenge an expected idea or behavior.

Living the textbook perfect life in order for everyone else to accept you.

Even if you don't accept you.

Yes! Yes!

Congratulations! It's over 2 karats.

Impressive.

Thank god it was a Tiffany cut. I would've shot myself if it was a marquis!

Do you think I should update my Facebook status?

I don't want to seem to look like one of those girls that want everyone talking about their engagement.

I'm just so excited!

Aren't girls supposed to talk about their engagements?

I mean...isn't that part of the point?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Nothing.

You're gonna be my maid of honor Emma.

The least you can do is pretend to be happy for me.

What!?

Well....wasn't he just threatening to break up with you last week?

He was threatening to break up with me?

Because I was pressuring him about getting married.

Now that we're engaged...there's no more pressure.

That's entirely logical.

I'm sorry!...

But I'm a little shocked that you feel entitled to give me advice about relationships!

When have you ever been in a relationship?

I didn't entirely blame her for being mad.

She was right.

What did I know about relationships?

And just so you know...everyone including mom and dad think you're gay!

I'd never even had one.

I hated the phoniness of twenty-somethings dating.

All those text-messages with emoticons....

...liking of each other's Facebook's status"...

...but the fact still remained.

While the rest of the world seemed completely comfortable embracing each other's clichs...

....when it came to love and romance I was hopelessly detached.

Disinterested to the point that I wondered if there was something psychologically wrong with me.

Until one February morning....

...I met the man that changed...absolutely everything.

Mr. Frederick's ready for you.

I met him while working on my master's thesis about gender equality in the workplace.

I'd interviewed everyone from female executives to male nurses to transgender women battling the glass ceiling.

William Frederick was of interest because 97% of his 2000 employees were female.

You that girl doing the paper?

Emma Marx. Yes.

I have some interview questions that I'd like to ask you.

Let's just get started.

The interview lasted about 30 minutes...

...covering topics ranging from his overly arrogant hiring process...

There's no one who's better at hiring than I am.

I can tell more about someone in the first 5 seconds than even their on parents can.

...To his sexist reason for hiring predominantly women.

Women are hormonally optimal for working at this company.

I like women. I can read women.

Even better than I can read men.

Women are malleable and I like malleable.

But it was one part of the conversation that stood out over all the rest.

Something that resonated with me in ways that I couldn't even begin to understand.

I like employees who enjoy submitting to authority rather than challenging it.

They make the best employees.

Why because that way you're always in control?

I'm entitled to control. This is my company.

You'd be surprised. People like being told what to do.

You don't.

No.

I don't get off on it.

I get off on control.

I get off watching other people submit to it.

People enjoy that rare sense of freedom when someone else is in the driver's seat.

I don't think controlling someone liberates them.

Do you think you're liberated?

Yes I do actually.

Well you're not.

Excuse me but...

....I don't think you're as good judging people as you think you are.

I'm very liberated.

I'd like to see your version of liberated and then show you mine.

[announcer speaks]

Have her hold.

I've got to take this call.

I hope I didn't offend you.

I'm just not usually one for self-restraint.

That's too bad.

Thank you for your time. Uhh...

...it was a pleasure.

Has anyone ever told you that you are absolutely breathtaking!

Everything about you.

Breathtaking!

In that moment my world turned upside down.

William Frederick found me breathtaking?

I wanted to laugh out loud I was so happy.

This is what people always talked about.

Those insane attractions to another person that leaves your head spinning.

And no matter what I did I couldn't shake the thought of him.

The intensity of his stare.

The casual way insults rolled off his tongue.

The sexual undertone of his conversation.

I imagined it all.

I couldn't shut off my brain from thoughts of him.

I craved his scent.

His taste.

His touch against my body.

You never sleep this late. What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

What's that?

Well ... I stayed up all night arguing with Greg...

...about where we're gonna have our engagement party.

He wants to have it at some sports bar!

Anyways by the time I got to sleep at 8 am this morning...

...some a**hole delivery guy comes knocking on the door!

He says he has a telegram marked "urgent".

I didn't even know people still sent telegrams!

Who's it from?

William Frederick.

Who's that?

No one.

Emma!

The pleasure of your company yesterday was worth any jab you took at my character.

The day of your graduation...

...you will receive information...

...about an opportunity that will change your life.

Do not contact me before that time or I take the offer off the table.

William B. Frederick.

Well what's it say?

Nothing.

So someone sent you a telegram...that says nothing?

Whatever.

Uhh.

Graduation was nearly four months away! Four months!

Four months of waiting in anticipation without even a hint of what William Frederick was offering.

And my curiosity had become an obsession.

My mind an endless barrage of unanswered questions.

Why did I have to wait? What was this amazing opportunity?

Was this even a legitimate offer or merely a mind game in an attempt to control me?

Me...who always had to be in control.

Who always had to have the answers.

Who always had to have things neatly tied off and logically explained.

And so I did the only thing I could do to make the time pass more quickly.

I worked on my thesis tirelessly.

And I got off on the fact that as much as I hated to admit it...

This man had complete control over me.

And I absolutely loved it.

[phone rings] Hello.

It's driving you crazy isn't it?

Who is this?

Do you really have to ask that?

How'd you get my cell phone number?

And more importantly how'd you get my address?

Those sorts of things are not particularly challenging to someone with money and resources.

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