Testing the Submissive(20)
"Yes of course Sir, but did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all. You've completed your fifth assignment, so it's customary that the network meet you in person. Basically, they want to ensure you do not feel coerced, or trapped, or pressured to continue under my command. Interviews like this are actually for the protection and benefit of the sub. Accordingly, I will not be present until the end of the session.”
“Is there anything I should do to prepare?”
“No, but let’s meet for coffee and I can give you more background.”
What a wonderful morning surprise! I was thrilled to be seeing Lewis in person. From his tone of voice I inferred our conversation would be casual and friendlier than our usual Q&A where I’m essentially interrogated. We arranged to meet at the upstairs lounge of a Starbucks, half-way between our homes.
I jumped into the shower to get ready. In part to kill some time, in part to fully wake up, and in part to make myself look as pretty as possible for Lewis. With the hot water running over my body, I reached up and unfastened the shower head. As I slid it down along my skin, my mind began to wander. I closed my eyes, and remembered my dream. I began to fantasize, picking up where it left off. The greasy Mexican dealer pulling me aggressively by my hair, and throwing me onto that dirty smelly mattress. His body was heavily tattooed, but not the work one might see on those television shows such as Miami Ink. These were spontaneous prison-style tattoos, amateur looking, randomly placed, and sloppily made. His breath was rank as he descended onto me. I tasted Tequila and cigars when he kissed me. Just as I imagined his long skinny cock pushing into my defenseless cunt; the shower head in my hand found my clit. I pressed the hot and pulsating metal against my mound. Soon I was cumming with the fantasy still playing out in my mind’s eye.
Twenty minutes later, while blow drying my hair I was tempted to rub out another one, but for the sake of time I decided against it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I look pretty good today, if I say so myself. All my life I had been complimented on my looks. At 5’ 6” I’m perhaps a tad short, but with super high heels I’m okay. My weight rarely fluctuates, never less than 120 lbs, never more than 125. My boobs are a large B/small C. My nipples are well defined as the color leans toward brown versus pink. They respond well to treatment or sensation of any kind, which has been both a blessing and a curse. On cold days or in an air conditioned room they perk right up, poking through any type of material, bra or not. The slightest touch by a man or woman, and they protrude immediately as if inviting further use. My ass is firm and round. Indeed I’ve been blessed with a nice figure, but I work at it too with a mix of cardio, stretching, yoga, and resistance training. I’m cleanly shaved which I maintain attentively. My hair is light brown, with blonde highlights. While I’ve been approached about modeling (sometimes randomly in a restaurant or at the beach) I never had any interest in pursuing that. I’ve always been adamant about maintaining my anonymity. Perhaps I was foreshadowing my role as a whipping bitch where being anonymous is an asset. Models draw too much attention to fly under the radar.
I didn’t want to overdress for our coffee, so I picked out a vibrant new outfit I’d recently purchased at Banana Republic. Like many women I have an unnecessarily extensive wardrobe, including of course, a ridiculous assortment of shoes. I like looking my best whenever I can, and I must admit I do enjoy turning a few heads. With just a hint of mascara meticulously applied, I was good to go.
Over a latte Lewis told me more about the network, including its history and evolution. It was quite interesting. The group was initially formed in the late 1990s, with a dozen or so founding members. Those original members now form the steering committee that collectively makes all decisions. There are 48 (secretly) registered clients who are not themselves members, but rather are considered affiliates. Every client is thoroughly pre-screened. These screenings include checking police records, reviewing medical records, verifying financial stability and employment, conducting reference checks, and last but not least - all prospective clients are interviewed in person by two of the network's founding members. Even then, each new client has a probationary period during which he or she cannot use a submissive privately until they’ve been observed in action on at least a few occasions. All of this due diligence has resulted in a flawless record to date. While many of the discipline sessions are quite extreme, no submissive has ever been abused against her will, or permanently harmed in any way.
In terms of the submissives, there are five subs currently active, myself included. Four are female, and Kevin Dailey is the sole male.