Chapter 2: From Cougar to Sub

I left Pam’s apartment, bewildered. I had not been a choirboy in the past and had done much plain and fancy fucking. Never, however, had I been so drawn to a woman. I had at all costs avoided relationships though many women had tried to entice me into one. Why was this woman affecting me this way? I wanted more than a one night or two night stand with her. I had a difficult time knowing what I wanted, but I knew I wanted more.

A bonus for me is that she seemed to be submissive, which really attracted me even more to her. I drove back to my suite at the hotel with my mind in a haze recollecting what I had experienced and dreaming what more she and I could share.

I sat at my desk and went through the motions of working while waiting for the moment I could go back to see Pam. The minutes seemed like hours as I kept checking the time. We had agreed to see each other this afternoon but had not set a time.

My phone chimed indicating an incoming chat, it was Pam. Her message was very brief; “You can come when you wish. Chet just left.”

My answer was just as brief; “On my way.”

The drive seemed to take forever, and when I got there, it appeared the elevator would never get to the third floor. The door to the apartment was open, and as I entered, Pam called out, “Chris, is that you? I’m in the dining room, come right in.”

She was sitting at the dining room table with a glass of wine in front of her. She was wearing a skirt whose bottom half was lace, which displayed her fabulous legs in all their splendour and a sleeveless top. I saw her wedding band laying on the table, now only her sapphire and diamond ring adorned her finger.

She stood up, came to me, and wrapped me in her arms. Her eyes, the colour of sapphires, gazed into my eyes full of questions. I took her face in my hands and brought it to mine for a passionate kiss. When we parted, her eyes were weeping copious tears. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“I was so scared you wouldn’t want to return that you would not want me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well ... my sordid past is not something most men would accept. I’m so ashamed of it.”

“Come sit down. We have some things to talk about.”

We went to the living room and sat side by side on the sofa. Pam curled up on herself in the corner of the couch and cried her heart out. I let her be as I felt she had to rid herself of the sorrow before we talked. I moved close to her and just cradled her in my arms without saying a word. Patiently I waited for her to cry herself out while just providing a comforting presence.

Finally, her sobbing stopped. “Want to talk?” I asked. She nodded her head.

“Going to tell me why the tears. Is it about Chet?”

“Nnn ... No. That part went better than I expected it to.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Chet and I decided that we were through.” She showed me her hand. “See no more wedding band. We have decided on a non-messy divorce. He admitted to me that he also felt liberated and was happy to now have a free hand to be what he wanted to be. He even asked me to thank you for having provided the catalyst to do that. I keep this apartment, and he gets the house in Provincetown. The movers will be here Monday to remove his personal belongings.”

“Well, that sounds good,” I commented, “so why the tears?”

“I’m afraid, Chris. I realized this morning that you were right, I am a total slut, and I have this perpetual itch that needs to be scratched. I have no self-control, maybe I am a nymphomaniac for all I know. What am I going to do? I absolutely refuse to abase myself chasing after those young pups. Maybe you are also right that I am a submissive and I just crave the humiliation that it brought to me.”

“I don’t think you are right, Pam. I’ve given it a lot of thought since yesterday. You are just a horny woman who needs a man to regularly satisfy her needs and control her. You are not a nymphomaniac as you limited yourself to weekends for the chase. As to being a submissive, you might well be; however, I don’t think you really understand what it is to be a sub.”

“So what is a sub?”

“A woman who has turned over her body to a man for his use is the simplest explanation.”

“What does that involve?”

“Being ready to obey any command the man orders. Now, there is a code to this; the terms are usually agreed to beforehand as what are the limits of the sub and of her master. Being a submissive has nothing to do with pain and humiliation. It is more that the couple tries to enhance the erotic experience between themselves.”

“Just what I need,” she sighed. “Chris, I am tired of the perpetual chase. Where am I going to find this paragon of un-virtue who will not only scratch my itch but who I can love? I am tired of sleeping alone at nights and of not having someone who I love and respect in my life.”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I can certainly exercise the control, but the hard part is the LOVE aspect.”

She stayed silent for a long time and then stood up and went to her bedroom, closing the door behind her leaving me sitting on the couch. I debated following her but felt that all her emotional buttons had been pushed to the limit over the last 24 hours. It was time for her to take stock of what she wanted. God knows I desired her, however, would she want me. I think that I was afraid of her rejection. She would be so easy for me to fall head over heels in love with.

I poured myself a drink and seeing a humidor sitting, there found a cigar. I turned on the TV and found a football game that I sat in front of without really seeing any of it. I was scared of what she would decide. I wanted and needed so much and here was a woman who could satisfy my needs and desires.

I have no idea how long I sat there immersed in my thoughts when I heard the door to the bedroom open. I looked up, and Pam was coming towards me. I stared in amazement, gone were the tears and the woeful expression she had when she had left. Instead, I saw a goddess.

She was completely transformed. Her hair and makeup were exquisite. Wearing a filmy cream-colored negligee that allowed me to see that all she wore was flimsy wisp of a thong and a half cup bra both in black. Her legs were encased in black thigh highs, and she wore high heeled sandals which marvellously accentuated the length of her legs.

My heart skipped a beat, and my cock strived to break through my pants as she stood meekly in front of me. When she spoke up, her words floored me. “Chris, would you be willing to control me, to be my guide and my master?”

“Are you sure that is what you want and need?”

“I am positive. Last night you were the one who permitted me to keep my sanity. The feelings I feel for you are ones I’ve never experienced before. Would you be willing to take the risk with me?”

“Wow! That came out of nowhere. I was about to ask you the same thing. You have made me rethink my life, and needs like no woman ever has. Yes, I am ready to take the risk if you are.”

“Chris, I want you to be in my life. I have no idea where this will lead us. May I be your sub, your slut, your companion for now?”

“Are you sure, Pam? My being a club owner will not cause you problems with your social set?”

“Screw them. Those bitches have never done anything for me. Where do we start?”

“Remove those panties and bra. I want to feast my eyes on your charms.”

I sat back and watched her remove her negligee and lower her panties before giving a shimmy that made them slide down her legs. She reached back and unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor.

“Just stand there and spread your legs.” She promptly obeyed, and I stood up and walked to her. I reached out and caressed her tits, which made her moan. Her nipples were hard and tempting, so I grasped them between my fingers and tugged at them.

“That feels so good,” she said.

“How about this?” I said pinching each nipple hard while staring into her eyes. She winced for a second or two, and then a smile broke across her face.

“Harder, Chris. Pinch them harder.”

“You like that? What does it do for you?”

“It makes my pussy really tingle. I could almost cum from that treatment. I just love turning my body over to you.”

I leaned forward and sucked on one of her nipples while pinching the other. When I sank my teeth into the rubbery nub, she shrieked, and her whole body started to shake.

“Damn, Chris that made me cum. That was so unexpected.”

“So, you liked it.”

“Yes.”

“I think we need to get you some nipple clamps and nipple jewelry tomorrow.”