It was a warm but rainy summer day. Missy was standing by the front window pondering as to what to do for the day. Her intentions were to weed the flower gardens, but since it was raining, weeding was not an option. As she looked out the window, she began to think about the past few months, there were rough. She had a loss in her family, moved on her own and was not so sure, what the future had in store for her.
As Missy looked out the window, she saw a nice colorful rainbow. She smiled and then realized one thing that she has wanted to do but never took the time to run to the local bookstore. She was given a couple names of books to read. One pertaining to becoming a good submissive and how one person's life evolved around trying to be the submissive they could be, the other was a woman's struggle on moving past the hurt, anger and betrayal of a relationship and becoming her own person all over again. Missy jumped into her car and headed to the bookstore. As she was driving, she decided to make a full but leisurely day of it.
Missy pulled into the parking lot and ran to the door of the bookstore. She simply threw on something this morning. She not only forgot her umbrella at home but also had on a white t-shirt. She knew if she got wet that her nipples would stick out. Missy was always so sensitive about her breast. An old boyfriend, used to comment that she had nice breast but her nipples hid underneath her breast.
Missy walked into the bookstore. Upon entering, she saw someone who worked there and asked where she would be able to find these particular books. The clerk guided her to the correct section. Missy began to hunt for the books. She found the one book pertaining the story about becoming a good submissive along with another book on being a good submissive partner and bondage. Missy saw a couch where someone could sit and relax while looking at their books. She walked over and sat down. The couch was an older brown leather couch. As she sat on the couch, she began to read and think as to what she was reading. She thought to herself, I would love to one day to be formally trained and owned. She had been feeling bad about things lately, because her boyfriend threw her away because she was not the perfect physical physique that he wished to have from a woman. They had been together for quite a few years, although he made it known to her how her weight was a problem for him, he never seemed to leaver her. She sat there wondering, if I was a better submissive would he have left me, but the more she tried to rationalize it, the more she got angrier because in her mind he knew what he was getting into but still chose to stay with her for the past number of years.
Missy must have had a half-frown/half smile on her face, when a gentleman came over and asked if he may also sit on the couch with her. She said yes and extended her hand to gesture for him to sit. She said make yourself at home, because I sure did. They both laughed. She went back to reading her book. He glanced over and introduced himself. Hello, he said my name is Michael. Missy responded by saying hello and telling him her name.
Michael asked, "What are you reading, if I may be so bold to ask."
Missy answered while blushing, "It a book about bondage and also becoming a good submissive."
Michael just smiled and had a shit-eating grin while looking at her. "Is there something funny," Missy asked.
"OH no," Michael replied, "I too am into bdsm and have been into the lifestyle for a number of years. I am not into just sexual play but into the whole realm of the lifestyle. I am serious about the lifestyle. Would you care to get a cup of coffee or tea and discuss it more."
Missy's eyes open very wide. "I would love to go get a cup of tea with you. I have been wanting to talk to someone about the lifestyle, training, and what does formal training entail."
Missy told Michael, she needed to pay for the books. They walked to the check out counter and proceeded to talk. She paid for the books and they walked over to the coffee house. Michael noticed that she was a little uneasy about herself.
"May I ask what is wrong? I notice that you seem very self conscious about yourself."
Missy explained how she was told that she had nice breasts but that her nipples were always under her breast. "I am very uneasy at times about my body, especially when I am with a man. My ex used to constantly belittle me due to my weight and comment on my nipples and how they are turned under."
Michael took Missy's arm. He said, please put your books and the table and just stand with your hands to the side. She did as what was asked of her but gave Michael a look of confusion and uneasiness. He looked over her as though she was under a microscope. "Now please have a seat," he said calmly.
Michael began the conversation with very general things, the weather, the movies, likes and dislikes of various things. Missy found herself easily opening up to him. She found herself, just enjoying the conversation and even began laughing, something she has not done in quite some time. Michael commented on her smile and said it was very nice. She blushed and said thank you. Hours went by and eventually Michael looked at his watch. He said, he would like to take her out to dinner this Saturday if she would agree to go. Missy smiled from ear to ear and said I would love to go to dinner with you. She gave him her phone number, which he promised to call her tomorrow. He said, well I am off to my baseball meeting. He explained he coached little league with one of his friends.
As Missy drove home, she was on cloud nine. She thought, I was going to weed my garden but this was a much better day instead. She said thank you God for letting it rain and allowing meet such a nice man. Little did Missy know what she was truly in for? They talked about bdsm, training, the lifestyle but also many other factors of life.
Michael had called as promised. He asked Missy if she would like him to plan the date, and she told him that would be nice. They talked for a bit before hanging up. He asked her if she would like to learn to be a good submissive. Missy hesitated because she was nervous about the who lifestyle. Michael said, "Missy are you there or have I chased you off."
"No I am here. You can say I am a little nervous about the training aspect of the bdsm, but I really want to learn."
"Well, I will take things slow with you. I know how your ex used to compare you to his former girlfriends; you do not need to worry about that with me. I will base things from what I am learning from you and about your reactions to various tasks and physical touches.?
"Thank you," she said and let out a sigh of relief. Michael just laughed then they started laughing together.
He said, "I know where I would like to take you, so please dress in a casual dress but the catch is no panties."
"UH, no panties", Missy said. "I am not sure about that, but I guess I should start somewhere so yes, I will agree to that."
He picked her up at 7:00pm on Saturday. He came to the door with a single pink rose. She smiled from ear to ear and simply said thank you. She again found herself on cloud nine. She began thinking, what was in store for her, but the anticipation was so great that she was just beaming with excitement.
Michael pulled up to the restaurant. He got out of the car and came over to open her door. She was impressed because it had been some time since she had been treated in this manner. She could get used to it she thought. Michael leaned over to her before she got out of the car. "Do you mind if I see if you obeyed me about not wearing any panties also I would like you to wear something, but only if you think you are ready for it?" She looked at him with confusion. He helped her out of the car, but before he shut the door, he bent her over with her ass exposed to him. He lifted her dress and took his hand guided it up the back of her dress to see if she was wearing any panties. He proceeded to take out two large vaginal beads from his pockets and gently inserted them into her pussy. "Very nice and good girl. I think you are ready for training, do you feel ready? You are to keep the balls in your pussy till I tell you that they may come out"
Missy, looked down at her feet. Michael pulled her chin up to look into her eyes. "Yes, I am ready. I am nervous, but I wish to learn. This is something I have craved before, but unfortunately, the person I was with would not take the time nor patience to teach me. In fact, it got to the point where I felt it was all about him and who cares how I feel, or if I mentioned my safe word. Please, be patient and teach me, Michael."
They walked into the restaurant. "We now begin your training, Missy," he said with a stern voice. I want you to pull your dress up on the back and have your bare ass sitting on the seat. Feeling nervous that someone will notice, Missy hesitated but then did it. "Good girl," Michael said in an assuring voice. They ordered dinner and talked through dinner and well into dessert.
"Would you like to begin learning more tonight or would you feel more comfortable waiting?"
"I would love to begin our training tonight, Sir." Missy smiled and could not believe that Sir just rolled comfortably out of her mouth. She glanced at Michael; he now was smiling from ear to ear knowing that she is starting to feel safe and ready to begin her training.
They went back to her place, and Michael instructed her to sit on the floor as they discussed their dynamics, his training procedures, and their negotiating as to what she will and will not do. Along with safe words and gestures to let him know if she feels too much pain or is feeling as though something is wrong. Before they began, he wanted to make sure this is what she wanted. She nodded her head and said yes Sir, it is what I want.
"Then my pet, crawl on all fours over to me. I want to inspect you completely."
Missy got onto all fours and crawled over to him. Michael directed her to her knees. He lifted her dress and began to play with her nipples then moved down the stomach then walked around and smacked her ass. Michael wanted to make sure that the vaginal beads were still in her pussy, so he pushed his finger up into her pussy. They were still there. Missy let out a sigh as though she was not sure what was happening, but enjoying it. He placed a collar around her neck telling her this will be her training collar and then attached a leash.
