Chapter 2: Aimee Arrives for the Start of Weekend

Note: I write this story which is purely a figment of my imagination. All characters are over 18 years of age. I also ask for assistance improving my writing style as I am only writing one other story. I would like to thank CoullPert for working with me to hopefully become a better writer. I was barely let out of high school and am not very good at putting words into type. All constructive criticism is appreciated and will be responded to unless it is rude and obnoxious. Thank you for your assistance, I hope you enjoy this continuing story as much as I am writing it.

It is Friday, finally. I cannot believe how much I have been anticipating her arrival. I don’t even know her name, nor does she know mine. We went through roughly four hours at the police station and no introductions had been made. Not sure how this happened, but probably had something to do with me delaying any interviews until my lawyer arrived and his insistence at having a blood sample taken before we started. The confusion caused by all the precursor activities kind of through everything out of whack.

Because of this, there is absolutely no record of my arrest or the interview, except for the possible recording of the interview.

My lawyer is in the process of getting it disposed of. This will effectually end all possible legal proceedings. They will only have a record of the complaint and her name, but nothing else. Since it was late afternoon, it was time to get ready for the weekend.

I called and made reservations at my favorite restaurant, verifying it was in the section of a certain server. I believe it is time to complete her seduction this evening. Though I have been hiding away from society, I have been searching for certain personality types.

Since the unexpected visit by my family to pull me out of my funk, I have been requesting the same waitress as my server. I have been chatting her up, doing quite a bit of flirting, and learning all I could about her. I am going to find out if I have read her correctly tonight. I believe she is a total submissive, and yes my wife and I had a Dominant / Submissive relationship since the night we met. Over the 36 total years we were together, we totally lived the softer side of the BDSM lifestyle.

This was the reason I was in such a funk. Her passing left an extremely large hole in my life. During my time of deep depression, the only thing that kept me alive was my responsibilities to the almost 100,000 people our businesses employed. If I would have done something stupid, like end my life, our businesses could have imploded. This was a tremendous responsibility that I did not take lightly.

At exactly six o’clock my doorbell rang. I opened the door and was met by a vision of beauty. All I could think of was why I did not notice at the station.

She wasn’t tall, about 5’6”, she wasn’t well endowed at probably just a large A or small B cup. She had a full head of thick black hair that fell to just below her shoulders and framed a very lovely face. Though, it was the eyes that caught my interest. They were a very dark blue, almost black, and intense with either expectation or nervousness. I couldn’t tell. So deep blue, I felt as if I could smell the ocean on the air. Then it hit me, I did live near the ocean.

One thought out that I couldn’t get out of my head she could be my wife’s sister.

I could tell she was nervous, but smiled as she asked “are you going to invite me in or just stand there and staring at me.

Shaken, I laughed and said “please come in.” I asked “would you like some wine while we make formal introductions and discuss the weekend plans.”

She stepped across the threshold and said “I would love some wine.”

During this brief interlude, I felt as if I read her correctly at the. A switch is a person who was both dominant and submissive depending on the situation. The term switch basically stands for someone with a dual personality who comfortably switched between them.

I led her into the kitchen and noticed a smile cross her face as she noticed a glass of wine on each side of the table. I had placed a type of jewelry box next to one glass, which is where I sat.

She took the seat across the table from me.

I looked across the table and asked her to start the introductions. She giggled and said “I thought I had forgotten your name.” She stated “we only gave our first names at the station, correct?”

I smiled and explained to her “they probably have yours because you filed a complaint against some unknown assailant. But, none of that matters after Monday morning. Please, proceed.”

She told me “my name is Aimee Bailey, from a prior marriage. I am 39 years old and have lived in the area my entire life. I have a brother and two sisters who are still local, my parents are deceased.” She went on to say “I am a forensic accountant for a large legal firm in the area. Anything else you would like to know about me?”

I asked “are there any children from your prior marriage?”

She replied “there wasn’t, it only lasted three years, with the last two being separated. We were together just long enough so I couldn’t have it annulled. He wasn’t the strong, reliable man I thought I was marrying. He hid his lack of strength behind the face of a fake. He was actually a user and abuser, in all actuality, he was a big wimp. So, what’s your story?”

I told her “my name is Jeremiah, but will withhold the last name untill Monday morning. You would know who I am as soon as I told you. I am 47 years old and had been married for 24 years to a lovely and devoted wife who passed away about a year and a half ago. We didn’t have any children, not because we didn’t want them, we couldn’t.”

I also told her “I had been raised back east, with no siblings, and moved out here after college with my soon to be wife.” I also explained “my wife was the only woman I ever loved in my life.”

I also told her some of my story from the last year and a half of my life. She seemed truly touched, that I was basically, just reentering the living world.

I also explained “we owned several businesses, which I sold shortly after her passing because I couldn’t bare such a vivid reminder of her on a daily basis. I sold the businesses to our senior staff at a family discount because they are really the ones who stuck by us during the lean times and helped make the company into what it is today. I retired on the spot with a contract as a consultant for five years. Is there anything else you would like to know about me?”

She replied “not about you specifically, but I am curious about your plans for this weekend. I am a little apprehensive, justifiability so, I think.

At that point, I slid the box across the table and asked “please open it.”

She did and picked up what looked like a very expensive chocker made of gold. As she looked at, she noticed some script writing on the chocker. It had “Property of Jeremiah” written in script. There was a piece of tape over the last part.

She looked at me and asked, “I assume the tape is covering your last name, by the way it is written, it looks like you are going to make me your slave.”

I replied “absolutely not. Let me explain. I told you that my wife and I had a very close and loving relationship. As part of that relationship, we practiced BDSM.”

She gasped and said “you mean brutality and torture, that sort of stuff?”

I laughed and replied “that is only practiced in the most disgusting and degrading practice of the art. BDSM is much more than that. It is an agreement between two or more people where one is the dominant and the other/s are the submissive/s. You cannot have this without complete trust and respect for each other. What you are referring to is more like slavery, which is ruled by fear and intimidation.”

Aimee had a look of disbelief on her face. God, she was beautiful and her looks spoke volumes about who she was and what she thought.

I said “please let me explain what that collar, not chocker, represents. If you choose to put it on, it means that you are giving me the responsibility for all aspects of your life until Monday morning when you take it off. That ends the contract of dominant / submissive and we go on with our lives. If this was slavery, the collar would mean nothing, as there would be no choice. I would own you, until I either sold you, or released you. That collar means the choice is yours to allow me to be your dominant Master. Since you are giving yourself to me, you can remove the collar and leave anytime you want. Once you remove the collar, our contract is broken and you are once again your own person. Do you see the difference? One is forced servitude, the other is chosen submission.

She nodded her head and replied “I think so.”

I said “we can start our agreement, or contract, by you placing the collar around your neck. When you remove it on Monday morning it ends our agreement, or contract so to speak. Now, you need to know and understand that while you wear that collar, you have given yourself to me to do with as I please within the boundaries of our agreement. Am I making this clear enough for you to fully understand?”

She said “I do understand, but I have one more question before we start. As you said, this is your wife’s collar and she never once took it off until the time of her death. At which time you removed it as a sentimental keepsake.”

I replied “yes to both statements, though it is more than just a sentimental keepsake. It is much more personal than that, but that explanation will have to wait for another time.”

She asked “if I put this on, in your mind, do you have any thoughts or feelings that I am disrespecting her memory?”

I told her “the opposite is true you will be honoring her memory.”

Then she asked what would happen if I choose not to remove the collar on Monday morning, not that there is much chance of that? I just want to know.”

I explained “it would mean that our agreement lasts until you do take it off or I decide that you are not the right submissive for me and decide to remove it for you. We have an agreement that lasts until Monday morning, at that time we both must agree to continue past that date. The collar is a choice not forced servitude. That means we both have a choice, it must work for both of us.”

She said “so, what you are saying, I cannot force you to be my Master and you cannot force me to be your Submissive.”

I replied “you are correct in your explanation.”

With that, she picked up collar and placed it around her neck and said “we can get started.”

After she said “we can get started,” I stood, reached out and took her hand. I lead her into the living room. I stopped us in front of the fireplace, requested her to remove all her clothing, fold each item, place them in a neat stack on the fireplace, and I will give you further instructions.”

I made sure to make it sound like a request and not an order. The choice would be hers. After a brief hesitation, she started with her shoes, blouse, slacks, bra, and panties following my instructions to the letter.

I noted that she was clean shaven between her legs with a small arrow shaped patch of fir just above her lips. She now stood, a little self-conscious, in front of the fireplace with her arms at her sides.

I instructed her “kneel down placing your knees side by side with your toes pointing back toward the fireplace, your hands on your thighs, back straight with your shoulders back and your breasts proudly pushed out.”

Again, she hesitated, but complied.

Next, I instructed her to “sit back on your heels keeping your posture as it is.”

This instruction was followed without hesitation. I smiled and thanked her for your compliance.

I explained to her “any time we come home, alone, you are to perform this ritual and await further instructions without being instructed too. That is unless I provide other instructions for you to follow.”

I said “if we are with another person or persons, you would only need to assume this position and location if I instruct you to by using the word position. Then you are to automatically proceed to this location and exactly the position as you are now. It all depends on who we are with. It will be a rare occurrence for me to give you that instruction with any person or persons with us that are not part of our lifestyle. If they are part of our lifestyle, the other submissive will most likely join you.”

Aimee asked “will the other submissive always be a woman?”

I laughed and said “absolutely not. There are almost as many male as female submissives.”

Aimee smiled looking up at me and asked “then I could have my own harem of men as my submissives if I was dominant enough?”

I laughed and replied “if you are compatible with my lifestyle, I can picture you with a harem of both men and women.”

Her smile grew wider as she asked “really?”

I nodded in response then continued explaining “let’s say, one of your sisters and her husband went out to dinner with us. After dinner we returned here for drinks. It may be very humiliating for you to assume this position. It might even go far enough to damage our trust and respect. You need to remember that none of this works it you don’t trust my intentions or if you stop trusting my intentions, respect starts to be diminished. But, if I were to give you the instruction you would still need to follow it perfectly. Trusting that I have a plan or some information we haven’t had time to discuss.”

“Your brother-in-law may have pulled me aside and asked if you and I might be willing to swap partners, with or without your sister’s prior acknowledgement or approval. It may be a prelude to seduction of her and you are going to be part of that seduction. Your sister may even be involved in his request.”

Aimee looked at me as she blushed gasped out “you mean that you would make me make love my brother-in-law.”

I sighed and shook my head “I will never make you do anything you do not want to do. But, if you choose not to do something I request, it could jeopardize our D/S relationship. I have seen relationships fall apart over much more insignificant requests. And I admit this is a significant request, depending on family relationships. But you need to know and understand, a request should be taken as an order. They are given as requests or suggestions, but when compliance is expected, they are basically commands. Do you understand?

Aimee nodded her head in understanding.

The example I gave you is pretty extreme, but it is something that could happen, though it probably won’t as our contract ends Monday. Your family will never know this weekend happened, unless you tell them. Just remember, for the next few days, you are going to be living a lifestyle that most of the world doesn’t understand or agree with. We have our own rules and guidelines and do not follow what society expects us to do.”

I looked up at the clock and said “we need to get ready, I made reservations for dinner and we shouldn’t be late. I laid out your clothes for the evening on my bed upstairs just leave the clothes you arrived in on the fireplace.”

I reached out my hand to help her up and led her upstairs to my master bedroom. Laid out on my bed were a white silk blouse, a knee length tube skirt, thigh high stockings, and garter belt.

She noted that there were no undergarments and I replied “you don’t need them and would probably not require them the entire weekend.”

Aimee blew out her breath and proceeded to dress as requested.

I changed clothes while she dressed, changing into a white button down dress shirt and black slacks with a pair of black dress shoes.

Aimee looked at me and said “the shoes I wore would not look very good with what she has on.

I told her “we will stop and pick up something for you to wear. Put on the ones you have till I replaced them.” We went downstairs, she put on her shoes and off we went.

I called the restaurant to inform them we were running a little late. They said it would not be an issue you are one of our best clients. I thanked her and told her we would only be delayed 15 or 20 minutes. As I disconnected, I pulled into an upper end strip mall down the street from where I lived. I got out of the car, came around and opened Aimee’s door assisting her out.

I led her into a specialty shoe store. A young lady approached as we took a seat and asked if we required assistance. She thoughtfully looked at me, remembering I had been in this store a number of times with my wife. She knew that my wife had passed away and respectfully didn’t mention it.

I introduced her to Aimee and said “she needs a pair of four inch heels that are comfortable to dance in and match her outfit.

She said “I know exactly what she needs and asked Aimee for her size.

Aimee answered her “I wear a size 7 or 8 depending on the brand.

As she left, Aimee leaned in to me and whispered “I can’t allow her to fit me into shoes, I don’t have any panties on.”

I smiled and told her “you can and will let her assist you.”

She gulped and closed her knees together little more.

I leaned over and whispered to her “that won’t work. Just act as if you have them on, you never know what will come of it. Would you hide your panties if you had them on?”

She was about to reply when the young lady returned and set the shoes on the seat next to Aimee.

I stood and introduced myself as Jeremiah. She told me her name was Natalie, but went by Nat as she shook my hand.

She kneeled in front of Aimee and raised her foot to place the first shoe on her foot, she froze briefly and blinked her eyes a couple times and continued placing the shoe on Aimee’s foot. She quickly placed the other shoe on her foot and asked Aimee to stand. She then asked how they felt, Aimee replied that they felt good and asked if she could walk in them.

Nat smiled and looked Aimee directly in her eyes and said “you may do anything you like”, then wet her lips.

Aimee smiled and walked up an aisle and back.

Nat asked how they felt.

Aimee replied “they feel better than any heeled shoe I have ever worn.”

Nat smiled picked up the next box saying “you will love these” while setting the third box aside.

Aimee sat, appearing much more relaxed, and allowed Nat to change her shoes.

I noticed that Aimee’s knees were a little further apart than before, which brought a little brighter smile from Nat as she looked in Aimee’s eyes. Nat assisted Aimee to her feet, smiling as Aimee let out a sigh.