ANNE: CONVERSATIONS
"Anne, we have to talk." I hated it when he said it that way, seriously. A
ponderous note in his voice. [What had I done now?] Sitting my naked body on
the cream leather chair before his desk. I waited, patiently, knowing that he
would say what he had too say in his own good time. He looked me in the eye,
not a good sign.
"Anne, Adam has asked for you on a permanent basis. He wants to make all
decisions regarding your training." I was instantly wet, and hot. [Get the
spatula, boys, I need to stand up. I am going to need something to break the
suction with.] I waited, because he was not finished with me yet. "Adam has
been with us for close to two years now, and we have become very attached to
him. He's a good trainer, a good man." I didn't argue, I agreed. He's not been
doing this very long, but we feel that his natural affinity for the work, makes
him ready for the challenge of a highly valuable piece of stock such as you." I
loved it when he talked stocks. He waited. I felt my eyes go wide, as I
realized...
"You want my opinion, Sir?" I asked carefully, he nodded. "I care for Adam, you
all know this. I've done things for him that I wouldn't do for anybody else.
I'm sorry, sir, but you included. He owns a piece of me, the piece I bring
here, already. What's the big leap? He's been making the decisions for the
past week, I just wasn't supposed to notice." I grinned, going red in sheepish
embarrassment.
"Different styles, huh?" Jon smiled back at me, so I knew that it was okay. I
nodded, big difference. Adam was much harder on me, because he wasn't afraid of
insulting my delicate sensibilities. He craved sex as much as I did. We
understood each other. What I considered taboo, he considered a challenge to
make me do for him. It was a head game we played. We played it so well that
some of the other couples were envious.
"Can I just talk for a minute, Jon?" I spat out quickly. He nodded, surprised.
"Look, do you remember the scared girl that walked through your door on a
desperate whim a few weeks ago?" He smiled gently.
"I was afraid to admit that I even had a dark side, much less that I enjoyed it.
Heaven help me, I'm perverted!" He laughed, outright. "What would happen to me,
if anybody found out? What would I do?" He was still chuckling. "Well, the
hell with those people. I'm having fun! I have never in my life felt like I
belonged to any group of people the way that I belong to you people. I am one
of you. I have been thinking of trying top. I may, one day, feel strong enough
to call the shots. I don't know, but I do know that Adam loves me, and I love
him. We get along well together. He scares the hell out of me, but I know that
he would never, ever hurt me intentionally. Really hurt me. I'm happy with
things the way they are, but if you want me to progress I will bow to your
greater experience. I still get to see you guys, Right?" Another nod. "Still
here, right?" Again that slow nod. "As long as all of us are having fun, we're
fine."
"I wanted to talk it over with you, and ask if you had any objections." I shook
my head. The much longer hair, swinging gently behind me. I'd been forbidden
to cut it, by Adam. The brush of silk against my spine, making me shiver.
"Next weekend, we can start." He smiled, flash of perfect white teeth. "Adam,
wants to take you home, and talk with you." I felt my mouth go dry. The last
time that Adam had taken me home, we got really kinky. Vanilla Sex, kinky.
That had almost bothered me more than when I was shrouded in the rituals of our
scenarios. "See you on Friday, Anne."
I dropped down to my knees, because he was going to leave the room, and that how
they did things here. I waited for Adam to come get me. He'd been watching, so
I knew that he would be pleased with me. I had been succinct and accurate, and
I had willingly given myself over into his care.
What more could a master ask for?
