V. - Part 1 [MDom, femsub, D/s]
Going down a memory lane today…I have a childhood friend Viviane (Vee, as I always used to call her), five years younger than me. We lived in the same block; I was almost like an older brother to her. As time went by we split… Once I came back for the midterm break. I was 21, she was 16… I saw her differently, no longer as a child. Felt bad about that back then…
Anyway, to cut long story short, she got married pretty young, was a mother of 2 by the age of 22. And - divorced at 23. In good terms, at least. We started socializing again; our friendship took another shape, better than back in childhood days.
She met some of my girlfriends (submissives already by default, by then). Most of them did not last; it was a pretty dry period. But it was also a beginning of online, of internet-of-things, well internet-of-kinks, if nothing else (2002, 2003). So I dedicated some of my time to online training. There were, as always, girls motivated to learn this way. I worked with one Aussie girl back then and as it happened I was reading her daily report in my Outlook Express (remember that?). Vee was supposed to drop me a visit a bit later. But, she finished some chores early and was ringing my door bell. I got up, and opened the door. Kiss on the cheek, and she went in, kicking the thongs off her feet. I still remember what she wore that day – a pale green short sleeved shirt and some ¾ long dark green pants. And the said thong slippers. I offered here some coffee and lemonade and went to the kitchen to fix these. Soon I was on my way back to the living room with the drinks and then I saw her sitting in front of my screen, reading my online sub’s daily report…
• Enjoying the read?
• What on earth is this?
She asked smiling… Which allowed me to avoid denying what she saw.
• It is a daily report, written by my online submissive.
• I have no idea what that is… But based on what I read, it looks like BDSM to me.
• You should not have read it. But, since you did and since you are one of my oldest friends… I am not mad. Ask away.
• Do you do this for long time?
• Online, no. In real life I am in that area for ten years.
• In real life!? You do this in real life!?
• Um. Yes.
• To whom??
• Girlfriends, some friends, friends of friends…
• Friends? I do count as a friend, you never told me about this.
• I do not really advertise this…
• To which friends you did this?
• I cannot say. Plus, I did not “do this” to anyone. I teach. I teach a woman how to let go. And enjoy submitting.
(Silence. Not more than 10 seconds)
• You never told me about this.
• Well, I can say again that I am sorry, but…
• Are they old friends, the girls you coached?
• I like the expression, coached. No, not old friends. I will quote my favorite author: “Everybody is potential naked slave to you when you become a trainer.”
• Everyone?
• Everyone.
• Even old friends?
• Even old friends. Where are you going with this?
• I am not sure myself…
• You know, you are pushing some buttons here… Which you should not push.
• I know. I am counting on it!
• Cheeky… Stop that now!
• I enjoy when you order me… To stop.
• After having said that she smiled… And then got serious again.
• I want to try. I want you to… Teach me. I know you always, well maybe not always but often, looked at me… In a not-friendly way.
• It would be my honor to teach you. And… I need you to do one thing now, if you are serious about that.
• Yes, what is it?
• I need to go to my bedroom for a minute or two. I need you to take your clothes off and fold them on this chair before I return.
• Uhm… Yes. OK.
• I went to my bedroom and took my canvas bag with… Stuff. When I came back the clothes was folded on a chair… And a sweet, fidgety naked thing was standing next to it.