The Submission of Emma Marx Page #2

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Of course they're not.

So...

...is it driving you crazy?

You're the expert at reading people.

Why don't you tell me.

It excites the living hell out of you.

Not particularly.

You're a bad liar.

You've thought of nothing else.

I like knowing you're frustrated.

Ohh!

Do you realize how pathological that sounds?

I'll see you soon.

If you know how to follow instructions.

Hello.

Four months passed like four decades.

But the day was finally upon me.

Dear Emma...

Meet me at 6 pm at 2134 Olympia Drive tonight.

Shower first.

Put on a cocktail dress with thigh-high stockings and heels...

The door will be unlocked. Let yourself in.

Go immediately to the dining room and wait for me.

Bring the signed paperwork with you.

Looking back it seems almost unbelievable how relaxed I was.

I had no clue why he invited me here or what to expect.

The paperwork ended up being a non-disclosure agreement.

Asking that I keep my conversations with him confidential...

...in order to protect his privacy from the media.

It seemed reasonable enough.

Sit.

Well with a place this big I half expected you to have a butler.

No.

No butler.

I don't really like inviting people into my world.

Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.

Well the...the curiosity is killing me. I'm sure you already know that.

Eat.

You are going to tell me why I'm here right?

I've been waiting for nearly 4 months.

It's a date.

A date?

When was two people getting dressed up for dinner not a date?

Okay it's not a date.

Here.

Read that. Tell me what you think.

Up until this moment...

...nearly everything about William had been a mystery to me.

Who he was what he was about what made him tick.

But now....mapped out in the finest print on watermarked paper...

...were his innermost secrets so perverse...so shocking I never could've dreamt them up.

This document that he casually slid across the dining room table was not so casual at all.

Words like fisting flogging and nipple clips stood out.

Words like dom and sub and master and slave were thrown around with no consequence.

Is this a contract soliciting me...

...for a BDSM relationship?

What if it was?

Is it?

Wow! [hmmm]

Thank you for the ... life-changing opportunity Mr. Frederick.

But...

...I'll have to pass.

I prefer being the one in control.

Not the one being told what to do.

That's where you're wrong!

Because if it was true then why show up tonight?

Shear curiosity!

I told you that.

Fair enough...

But...

...that's not why you're wearing the thigh-high stockings I told you to wear is it?

You are wearing them aren't you?

I like.... being in control.

Is that a fact?

No I want you to get undressed.

It was out of character for me.

Following orders but for whatever reason....

...I wanted to obey him.

And your underwear.

Now I want you to touch yourself.

Look at me while you do it.

Yeah.

Come on. Get yourself off.

Good.

Now sit on the table.

Now take my clothes off.

Look at me.

Now the zipper.

Give me your hand.

Look at me.

Hands behind your back.

When I woke the next day as much as I wanted to convince myself that this was a dream it wasn't.

And last night's sex marathon....

...had ended in a series of negotiations that I'm still fuzzy about.

Come or go or stay.

Is yours of course.

You can leave anytime you want.

And...I won't chase you.

Although I'll probably want to....

I don't ... nipple clips...

....and absolutely nothing involving suffocation.

...choking...

I can't believe I'm having this conversation!

Go on.

I'm also not a fan of gynecological devices.

And...

...I'm definitely nervous about the punishment part.

And I'm on the fence with anal.

Pain is the pleasure.

We'll see.

As for the other things they can go.

But anal stays and we'll revisit that when the time comes.

So...do we have a deal?

Not yet.

what?

Give me a job at your company.

And in a position that I can...control my own life.

Huh! You drive a hard bargain.

Well...

Well...

I might look submissive but I can assure you I'm not.

Huh....

I'll give you a position at my company...

But...

I'd like to extend our little arrangement...

...to the workplace.

It could be fun.

Only from the hours 8 to 5...

...and once the work day is over so is your obligation to me.

...until the weekend.

Give me a salary of $75000 and we have a deal.

I'm not sure why this arrangement initially appealed to me.

I think it had more to do with my attraction to him.

...and any genuine interest in pursuing this lifestyle.

Patience and submission had never been my forte.

Yes...

We have to stop this. People are starting to stare at me.

Come to my office immediately.

Now...

Lift up your skirt.

Right here.

Don't ask questions. Just do as your told.

Now bend over the desk.

I don't want you to hurt me.

You don't follow instructions...

...you'll be punished.

You know this.

There are no gray areas with me Emma.

[smack...uhh!]

What am I even being punished for?!

Our level of discretion is my decision not yours.

Your job is to follow instructions given to you by me.

[smack] Uhh!

From the hours of 8 am to 5 pm...

...I control what you do...

...how you act...

...what you say...

...what you think...

For this relationship to work...you need to surrender completely.

[smack]

So surrender. Do as your told.

[smack]

Now get back to work.

The sting of the paddle permeated every fiber of my body.

...A throbbing pain that was so real so raw that I was still recovering from the shock of it all.

That and the fact that deep down in my demented mind...

...I liked it.

...Oh my god!

What happened to you?! Nothing.

That is not nothing!

It really is nothing. I fell on the way into work yesterday.

Oh my god! You fell smack on your ass?

Oh that was so embarrassing!

Oh my god I would've shot myself.

Well... I was just going to tell you dinner was ready.

Yes.

I felt like a deviant. Here I was headed down a strange new path....

...strange new life that nobody would have suspected from looking in....

It was my own little Pandora's box of pleasure....

And it was a secret that only William and I shared....

It was the start of my first weekend with William...

...and I'd be lying if I said I didn't get off on not knowing what awaited me.

...the anticipation was like foreplay without any touching or human contact.

The ultimate mind-f***.

Hi. Hi.

I got lost in his touch.

His gentle nature masked such intense power.

I felt instantly safe wrapped in his arms.

I spoke of the gift he left for me at work.

My concern over his presumptive nature that I would one day succumb to anal sex!

What do you want me to do with them?

They'll prepare you...

for...

...anal

he derived great pleasure from my honesty.

assure me that...

Look nothing in this relationship happens without you being okay with it. You know that.

But what if I'm never okay with it?

Don't worry. You'll be begging me for anal before you know it.

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