Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1

by Hess, A. M.

Elizabethan Mistress,

  I am honored that you would ask anything of me. My past experiences were tame by comparison of others I know in the lifestyle. I have been made to please my Mistress with oral, fingers, toys & vibrators; I have been bound, paddled and chastised. On a few rare occasions I have been loaned to another Mistress, but only in the presence of my Mistress. I was made to orally please both women and nothing further. One of my Mistresses enjoyed the use of a strap-on for pegging me.

  Any of this falls within my areas of limitations and my hope is that it pleases you as well. If it pleases you, I would be willing to discuss other areas you may wish to explore. Please don’t let my limits and lack of experience stop the conversation.

  As for the lifestyle, I cannot be a live-in but have time during the week and weekends either during the day or evenings to serve you as you require.

  I have included three photos of myself. I can only hope that they are to your liking and approval.

  Humbly,

  Ian

  She opened the attached photos one at a time. The first was an image of Ian and a few friends. They looked to be at a party and everyone was holding a drink in the air as if toasting some event. He was centered in the photo between other people. MJ approved of his look in blue jeans, a light blue button down shirt worn open at the collar and a navy blue sports coat. He was about six feet tall, in good shape with an attractive smile. Again she was reminded how close he looked to Dalton.

  The second image was a close up of Ian’s face. His handsome features filled the screen and again MJ was pleased with what she was seeing. He looked great and his messages were well crafted with a certain degree of sanity. She left the photo for a few moments just to look him over. There was no question that she found him quite attractive.

  The last photo was black and white. In it Ian was completely naked facing front but his head was turned in profile. She wasn’t sure if this was to add to the look or to conceal his identity. In either case the image showed off his body. It was clear that he kept in good shape; he was lean and tone with muscles in all the right places. She noted that he was bigger than average and circumcised, traits she liked in men.

  A smile crept across her face as she took in the image. He was very pleasant to look at and she drank him in through her eyes. His chest had just the right amount of hair crested at the top and thinning to a narrow strip down his belly. His ‘bikini area’ was devoid of hair either by shaving or laser hair removal. In either case she liked the look. MJ had asked Dalton to shave his cock and balls several times but he always refused. She knew how he liked her neat and trimmed but never understood why he wouldn’t return the favor. Perhaps now she would find out how it felt.

  MJ used the mouse to hit the reply button and began to type. Her mind was made up. This is the guy I want to serve me. He looks like Dalton, has a great body and seems sane and willing to please. Her fingers danced on the keys as she input the response.

  Mr. Kelly,

  First let me thank you for your response, photos and ability to follow instructions. I appreciate that foremost and it shows your willingness to please me. Your limits are within my desires. I would be interested in the use of a riding crop for punishment as well as for my own personal enjoyment. I would like your thoughts on that subject.

  The photos were exactly what I was looking for and they give me a clear idea of your looks and body type. I approve of both.

  Upon finalizing the use of the crop and possibly other paddling implements, I think we could arrange a face to face meeting.

  Mistress

  She re-read the message and hesitated. This is it! You’re requesting a meeting with a man you’ve never met before, and who is willing to have a sexual subservient relationship with you. Are you really going to do it? Are you ready for this? Her index finger hovered over the return key on the laptop keyboard. What the hell! You only live once and you’ve already come this far. She pressed the key sending the email into cyberspace. Done!

  MJ continued to read, respond and delete the remaining messages. In less than two minutes a new message was received from IanKelly1984.

  Oh shit! He’s online right now…

  Chapter Twenty Four

  MJ opened the message:

  Elizabethan Mistress,

  It would be my honor to participate in such punishment or anything else that may bring you pleasure.

  I apologize but I noticed you are on line. May I have your permission to instant message you?

  Humbly,

  Ian

  Instant messaging was something she was familiar with when using Facebook or her regular internet service provider. MJ didn’t know they had it on Delicious Domination.com. She responded:

  Mr. Kelly,

  Yes, I’ll wait for you to message me.

  Mistress

  In just moments another smaller window opened within the site. It announced the sender with a message:

  Do you wish to receive

  Instant Messages from

  IanKelly1984 ?

  She used the mouse to hit the ‘YES’ button and the window changed to a text message. With just one click of her mouse they chatting live. After sending and receiving each message there was an electronic chime.

  IanKelly1984:

  Hello Mistress

  Thank you for taking my IM

  Elizabethan Mistress:

  You’re welcome

  Thank you for the messages

  and the photos.

  IanKelly1984:

  It is my pleasure

  I hope they were to your liking.

  Elizabethan Mistress:

  Indeed they are

  Very acceptable

  and the riding crop is Okay?

  IanKelly1984:

  Yes, without question.

  If you choose me and things

  get too rough I will let you know.

  Elizabethan Mistress:

  Good, I have a nice crop

  and I am anxious to use it.

  IanKelly1984:

  Please excuse my forwardness,

  but I would love to be the

  recipient of the punishment.

  MJ recalled the feel of the riding tool in her hand and the way it whistled through the air when she swung it. Wetness coated her center and she could feel it collecting in her panties. He was accepting the fantasy and she was on the brink of making it a reality.

  Elizabethan Mistress:

  I am considering just such

  an event.

  She hesitated before typing the next sentence.

  Would you be willing to meet

  for coffee?

  Holding her breath she waited. Am I ready for this? I could spend the rest of my life wondering. There’s no sense sitting on the fence. She sent the message.

  IanKelly1984:

  It would be my honor.

  When and where?

  Well, Mary-Beth Johnson, it’s time to put your money where your mouth is… She swallowed hard and typed a reply before losing her nerve.

  Elizabethan Mistress:

  Do you know Tazza Mia’s

  on 5th street?

  IanKelly1984:

  Yes I do.

  Great place.

  Elizabethan Mistress:

  Tomorrow morning at

  9:30. It will be after the

  morning rush, less crowd.

  Talk only!!!!

  IanKelly1984:

  Understood, I will see

  you then.

  Thank you Mistress.

  After receiving his confirmation, MJ logged off and shut down the computer. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about what she’d done. I have just made a date to meet a Submissive, possibly MY Submissive. I hope I know what I’m doing. It’s just for coffee. Sure, keep telling yourself that…

  It was done, she had set a date. Tomorrow morning she would meet a man at a downtown coffee shop. They would discuss their desires, needs and wants. Her heart
raced as she starred at the computer. What have I done?

  Chapter Twenty Five

  MJ barely slept the night before. The excitement and anxiety of the morning’s meeting had spun her mind into a frenzy. She intentionally parked a few blocks away thinking that a walk through the downtown park would calm her nerves. But now walking down Fifth Street, she could hardly catch her breath. This was like nothing she had done before.

  She crossed the street to the coffee shop and before entering MJ spotted him sitting in the front at the window. He was unmistakable and looked even more handsome in person than in the photos he had sent. Ian was standing as she passed through the doorway. He had seen her and stood waiting by a table for two. Just remember, you’re the one in charge. If this goes sideways you can always leave. Take control and don’t let it go.

  She walked straight to him with all of the confidence she could muster. “Ian?” she had a hand extended. He took it and bowed slightly, “Yes, Mistress”. Although her nervousness was still there, excitement coursed through her as this handsome man took her hand, bowed and called her Mistress. He was truly a Submissive.

  “If it would please you, I could get you a coffee while you make yourself comfortable…” His speech was perfect and there was a hint of an accent, she would ask him about it when he returned.

  “Thank you. A vanilla latte please.” MJ was doing her best to appear to be in control. It wasn’t difficult the way he catered to her.

  “My pleasure”, he turned and was gone. She sat and took in the coffee shop. The smells were delicious with roasted coffee, scones, cakes and breads. She watched Ian at the counter order her coffee. It was easy to see that he kept in shape and took pride in his appearance. His dark pants and white button down shirt were freshly pressed and a matching sports coat hung over the chair. MJ noted that he had nice skin and was well groomed from head to toe.

  Ian carefully placed the coffee in front of her and turned the handle of the cup to her right. He placed a saucer of creamers and all of the different sugars and sugar substitutes that the shop had in stock. Last he positioned a few napkins and a spoon to complete the place setting. “Can I get you anything else, Ma’am?”

  MJ was stunned by the thoughtfulness of the presentation. She replied, “No, this will be fine, thank you.” Ian moved to the chair across from her and waited. She looked up.

  “May I sit?” He said politely.

  He was asking for her permission. She was amazed. If she didn’t take control, he would make sure to offer it to her. “Yes, you may. Please join me.” He smiled broadly and sat. Sipping his coffee Ian waited as she prepared hers. It was obvious that he was not going to speak unless asked to do so. MJ decided to jump start the conversation. “For the purposes of this meeting and only for today, I ask that you speak freely. Lately it has become increasingly important to me to have people who are willing to be straight and to the point. We have a limited amount of time today and I want to learn as much about you as possible. Can you do that for me today?”

  Again, he bowed and said, “It is my place to do anything you ask of me. Something so small as to talk with you and be as straightforward as possible is a simple request. I would like to add that spending time with a woman as beautiful as you are is as easy as breathing.” MJ blushed at his compliments. She felt a physical attraction and when he smiled, she imagined him playing out all the scenes in the books she had recently read.

  “Thank you for the compliments. I rarely get them anymore. I have to say that it’s refreshing. Rather than me asking question after question would you be willing to tell me about yourself and how you came to be a Submissive? I want you to tell me as much as you feel comfortable with and in return I will share about myself.” She was starting to relax. He made her feel more like a woman than she had in quite some time. He was attentive and completely focused and her.

  Ian began, “You asked that I be straight forward, I didn’t presume to compliment you as much as I was telling the truth as I see it.” She blushed again and he continued. Within the next thirty minutes MJ was told everything she needed to know. Ian and his family had immigrated to the United States from Ireland when he was seven years old. His father was a civil engineer and was relocated when the company had a need here in the U.S. His parents live in Pennsylvania and his brother and sister are making their way in the world one in California and the other in Colorado, respectively.

  At the age of seventeen Ian was doing some yard work for a single woman in the neighborhood. There weren’t many places to get work in the summer and he needed money. He explained that she would make him lunch and have him join her in the kitchen to eat. She was pleasant and paid well so he returned each day to find more work waiting to be done.

  It was that summer that he lost his virginity to this woman. She asked if he would be willing to take care of some other, more personal items for her inside the house. He agreed and was soon bound or restrained and learning the art of being a Submissive. She was kind but demanding, she knew what she was doing and exactly what she wanted. At seventeen he was able to keep up with her demands and the more she taught him, the better he became at pleasing her. By the end of the summer he knew more about pleasing a woman than most men know when they’re in their forties.

  She taught him how to deny himself and focus on the needs of his Mistress. He learned the female erogenous zones and how to best stimulate them. He was given instruction about every aspect of sex and made to improve his skills to the expectations of his Mistress.

  Soon it became clear to him that this was something he would always want in his life. The freedom of completely serving a woman was more exhilarating than any form of regular sex. Giving her pleasure gave him pleasure. He enjoyed the feeling of being owned and possessed. It was not like being controlled as much as being loved and cared for by someone just as devoted. MJ remembered the way it was described in the book Ella had sold her. Ian was a perfect example of a loving and caring Submissive.

  He told her about going off to college and leaving his Mistress. It was painful but more importantly he couldn’t find another woman to fill the void in his life. When time permitted she would travel to see him, but those trips were few and far between. Eventually she found another Sub and he tried to create a relationship with a girl his age. That was a disaster according to Ian. The young women at his university didn’t know enough about sex to please themselves; let alone to be in charge.

  Ian found a Mistress shortly after graduation. He was working for a company headquartered in Texas and had heard of a local bar frequented by Dominants. He started visiting the bar once or twice a week and met Mistress Alison. She was married and was not willing to tell her husband about her desires. Instead she quietly sought out a Submissive who would be there when she required and nothing more.

  It was perfect for more than three years. They would meet at his apartment or a local hotel and he would serve her every desire for a few hours. After which they would both return to their respective lives. Two years ago Mistress Alison ended the relationship. She and her husband had decided to start a family and she got pregnant. To the best of his knowledge, she never told her husband about her other life.

  Recently Ian moved to Cincinnati where he runs his own consulting business for a local Fortune 500 company. With a flexible schedule, he has time to find and serve a new Mistress. MJ enjoyed listening to him tell his story. He appeared to be honest and opened up as he went back through his memories. She could feel his pain as he talked about the endings of his relationships. She was attracted to him and the sexual sparks were flying inside her stomach.

  In turn she told her story. She explained about her husband and her love for him. She shared the experience of finding the business card and confronting his infidelity, if only to herself. MJ explained her new found desires and how she came to know about the Delicious Domination web site. Ian listened intently and never interrupted. They had finished their coffee and it was almost time for the lunch crowd t
o come barging in.

  Ian asked, “May I continue to speak freely?”

  “You may”, MJ had gotten quite used to the proper use of language.

  “I consider myself a very normal and regular kind of guy. Not only do I love serving a woman, I need to do it. I will never insert myself between you and your husband. I know my place and there is no regret for me. I don’t see marriage in my future; it’s not the life of a Submissive. As strange as it sounds, I am monogamous, loyal and dedicated, if you choose me; I will not be with another woman unless you demand it or permit it.” He paused and collected his thoughts.

  After a moment Ian went on, “It is not for me to beg you. You are the Mistress; it is your privilege to choose. With that said, you are the most beautiful Mistress I have ever known. If you choose me, it will be the greatest privilege of my life.” His sincerity was obvious; there was nothing about his words that led her to question his honestly. She had been aroused while listening to him talk about how he served his previous Mistresses. His last statement brought forth her wetness and sealed the deal. She was ready…

  MJ had lost all of her nervousness. This man had made her feel attractive, wanted and worshiped. This was exactly what she wanted, it felt right. She looked him in the eye and said, “I require a slave that will come when I call, do as I say and treat me like a queen. Are you willing to do this?”

  What he did in response surprised her and turned her on beyond anything she could have ever imagined in such a public place. Ian moved to kneel beside her on the tile floor. He bowed and then looked up at her, “Of course, Mistress I will do whatever you may desire.”

  She was lost in his actions. The world had closed in around her and there was nothing other than her and Ian. Her panties were drenched. Thoughts of having him right then flooded into her mind. The world finally righted itself and MJ realized there were still a few people in the coffee shop. She smiled down at him and motioned for him to stand. “Perfect!” she said. “I will contact you through email. I will also need your cell phone number to text you instructions. When I text, you will be on time and obey my every command. Is this understood?”