Hidden Interlude

I was awoke by the sun shining through the curtains of my bedroom. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept in, nor could I remember the last time I had slept all night without waking up. I rolled over expecting to see John next to me, but I was surprised to find he was gone. Maybe he didn't enjoy last night as much as I thought, or as much as I did? Did he mean what he said to me last night before we both fell asleep? I stood up to walk towards the bathroom, and I saw my discarded panties from last night on the dresser with a note attached to them. The note read:

Sami,

Thank you for last night. I made plans with your Dad last night to meet this morning for a round of golf; otherwise I would still be in bed with you. We need to talk. I'm going to come over this afternoon at 2pm. Please be there.

John

He's coming back today?!? I had made plans with my sister for this afternoon, so the first thing I did was call her and cancel. As usual her curiosity was on over drive and she wanted to know why. I had to think fast and come up with an excuse. I'm not sure that she believed me, but it'll do for now. The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent cleaning my house, and doing some yard work. I slipped into the bathtub around 1pm. I needed some time to relax and think about John, and everything that happened last night. Just thinking about sucking his cock in my Dad's bedroom made me blush. Thinking back on that I am positive the door to my Dad's bedroom was open, and I didn't once think about that last night. Anyone could have walked by and saw it. I pray that nobody did, but it's too late to do anything about it now.

By 2pm, I was freshly dressed, my hair was done...and I was sitting on my couch in the living room waiting for John. He arrived just a few minutes after 2pm. I watched him walk up to the house, and I kept thinking how attractive he was. Even though he is the same age as my Dad, the age difference didn't bother me in the least. In all honesty, I've always been attracted to older men. I opened the door for John as he was just about ready to knock.

"Good morning, Sami" he said with a huge smile on his face. His smile was a little contagious and I could feel myself starting to smile. You know one of those smiles that you think is too much, but you can't control it.
"Hi John, please come in."
"I'm guessing you found my note? I thought maybe you would look for your panties when you woke up, so I figured you would find it." he laughed. I laughed back shaking my head that yes indeed I did find the note.
"Come let's sit and talk," he motioned for me to join him on the couch.

"Tell me how you're feeling about last night."
"I feel good about it John. I was a little embarrassed about it when I was thinking about everything earlier today, because yesterday I did things that I don't normally do.
"Like what?"
"I don't normally suck a cock of someone that just walks up to where I'm sitting. I don't normally take my clothes off outside. I don't normally fuck someone that I just met."
"Why did you do those things last night then?" John asked.
"Honestly I don't know."
"Sami you do know. I just need you to tell me."
I knew he was referring to my breakdown when I all but admitted that I was a submissive. "I don't want you to think different of me."
"Sami you can trust me. I understand that we just met, but you need to know that you can trust me. If you answer my question, I think you will - or I hope you will - be surprised and happy with my response."

What was I going to lose? It's not like he's going to go run and call my Dad and tell him that I'm looking for someone to submit too. The desire I had to submit was almost more than I could handle, and honestly I didn't really understand why it was so important to me. The fact is I had to take my chance and tell him.

So I explained everything to him. I told him what my marriage was like, and what I was craving during that time. I told him about finally realizing that I was a submissive, and I wanted to find someone to give myself to. I told him EVERYTHING. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I went to stand up, and walk away because I felt so much shame in having this desire. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me right next to him so our bodies were touching.

"Sami, listen to me. I've been in the lifestyle for 25 years. I understand your need to submit. I get it. I have needs to dominate as well. I have known of you for many years. The stories your Dad has told made me wonder if you were a submissive. Most of the time a submissive is not only like that in the bedroom, they have those qualities in other parts of their lives. I had planned on talking to you last night, when I saw you there. But, when I came out of the bathroom and you were just sitting there, I decided to see what you would do. The way you handled yourself when I told you to look at me, showed me that my thoughts were indeed true." He moved his hand over to rest on top of my hands that were folded in my lap.

He continued on explaining the kind of Dominant he considered himself to be. He explained that he was more of a "Daddy Dominant" than anything else, because caring and making his sub feel safe was an important aspect of the relationship to him. He explained that he didn't want his sub to fear him all of the time. He said that he believes discipline is very important in training a sub, and he uses discipline to train, for bad behaviors, and as reminders.

"Sami do you think you're a sub or a slave? Do you know the difference?" he asked.
"Not really," I had read up on this a little bit, but I still didn't know the exact difference.
"Well, simply put a sub has limits and a slave doesn't. Whatever limits my sub has is 100% respected, and for a slave those limits don't exist anymore. It really is all about trust. I wouldn't expect someone to trust me with their mind and body without limits right away, but I would expect for that trust to grow...and to one day be the owner of a slave. Does that make sense, Sami?"
"Yes absolutely."

"Have you thought about what your limits are Sami?"
"Yes, I've thought about it a lot. Anything illegal is out, needles, fire, and leaving marks that last forever."
"Is that it Sami?” he questioned.
Was I forgetting something? Was he trying to hint about something else? "Yes, I think that's it."
"It's a good list Sami. I will say that needles and fire don't interest me in the least. I don't do anything illegal, and I would never want to hurt you so badly that it leaves a mark forever." Chuckling he said, "That doesn't mean I won't hurt you, because I will."

Immediately I pushed my legs together tighter because I could start to feel a throbbing pressure in my pussy. He just made it clear he was thinking about me as his sub. John noticed, because he removed his hand from where it was resting on my folded hands, and he brushed my hands to the side. "Spread your legs Sami. Don't be ashamed that this conversation is turning you on baby." I was currently wearing a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. "Stand up Sami." I did as he said, and faced him. He unbuttoned my shorts, and unzipped them. And he pulled them down. He pressed his finger to my opening through my panties. "Wow, Sami. Your panties are very wet." He motioned me to sit back down, so I did.