The next morning, at work, I revisited the evening many times as I worked. It was all so strange, so different. I had always been in control of the situation, always, whether stated or unstated, made the decisions about what happened or did not happen on a date. If I wanted to sleep with someone, I did. If I didn’t want to, I didn’t. There had never been a question of my wanting to progress further and the man NOT allowing it. And that thing with the kneeling…. What was that about? The way he made me ask for the strawberry before he fed it to me. I had felt, at that moment, like a little girl, asking for a treat. It was both exhilarating and somehow forbidden.
But there was one thing I was certain of… I wanted more.
I waited until a quiet time around lunch before I closed the door to my office and picked up the phone. There I called his work number. After I dialed, I bit my lip, not sure if it was ok for me to call him at work.
“Mr. Mason’s office.” A woman’s voice answered. My eyebrows raised… he had a secretary?
“Hi…. May I speak with Mr. Mason please?”
“May I tell him who is calling?”
“Lauren.”
“One moment please… I’ll see if he’s available.” She put me on hold for a moment and then returned. “Mr. Mason is in a meeting right now. He asked if you would call him back in twenty minutes.”
“Ok. Thank you.” I hung up the phone. I realized that my heart had been pounding and my hands had gone cold in anticipation of hearing his voice. I pushed him out of my mind and worked for a half hour. Then I picked up the phone and called him back.
“Mr. Mason’s office.”
“May I speak with Mr. Mason please? This is Lauren calling back.”
“I’ll transfer you.” I waited, trying not to get nervous.
“Hello princess.” He answered the phone.
“Hi. How are you?” I said, smiling.
“Good. I have been waiting for your call…. Did Brenda tell you to call me back in twenty minutes?”
“Yes, she did…. I had a really good time last night.” I began.
“I’m glad…. But princess… I don’t like to be kept waiting. You were told to call me back in twenty minutes… not thirty.” His voice was firm, authoritative.
“Um… I’m sorry… I got distracted by work.” I puzzled. This was really a little overreacting, wasn’t it?
His voice dropped to low tones. “You’re going to have to be a good girl and do what I tell you to do. I don’t want to have to punish you… understand me?”
“Um…. Yes.”
“If you and I are going to continue, which I would very much like to do, you’re going to have to make a choice. You pleased me very much last night. You and I seem to want the same thing. I need to be dominant. You need to have someone dominate you, to treat you like a pretty little girl, to make you do the things you want to do anyway. But in order for us to proceed, you’ll have to agree to my terms, to do what I ask. Do you agree?”
I sat silent for a minute. “Yes.” I finally said quietly, almost in a little girl voice.
“Yes Daddy. You are to refer to me as Sir or Daddy whenever we are in private. Do you understand, princess?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Good girl. Do you have plans tonight?”
“No… Sir.”
“Then you have plans with me. Come to my house tonight… I will have Brenda fax you a map… at 7:30 sharp. Oh and babydoll… don’t forget to shave for me.”
“I won’t.”
“You won’t what?”
“I won’t… Daddy.”
