Amity's Stories
Journey into Submission - Part 2
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Direction
She handed him the keys as easily as she held his hand throughout lunch. Implicit
in that gesture was the understanding that Alain would drive from the restaurant
to wherever it was that Claudia intended for the two of them to go. He marveled
at her ability to command his direction without saying the specific words; even
more, he was astounded at her apparent knowing that he would understand her smallest
gestures.
Nor was it lost on him that he was obeying each of her
silent commands without question.
After he helped her into her car, he adjusted the mirrors and seat and started
the ignition before realizing she hadn't given him any directions for their imminent
travel. He looked at her questioningly and Claudia responded with a smile.
"Where would you like to go?" she asked demurely.
Alain sat in the comfortable leather upholstered driver's seat and pondered Claudia's
perplexing question. Until three hours ago, he would have had no trouble answering
her and now he was utterly confused as to where he wanted to go. For the first
time, he realized deep inside his soul that getting somewhere wasn't as important
as traveling there with someone. Although he didn't have a partner to journey
with, he felt Claudia's presence in his voyage and it was a reassuring and soothing
feeling.
Things weren't simple anymore and Alain's baffled look told Claudia that he finally
realized some questions don't have easy answers. Like where to go.
"I'm at your command," Alain retorted with a smile.
"Don't be one of those doormat submissives," Claudia admonished in
a voice that was new to Alain's ears. "Don't say 'Anything you want, Mistress,'
or silly phrases like that." She let her words sink in before continuing. "Always
remember that you are valuable, to be cherished. Don't agree to 'do anything'
that you haven't negotiated. This is no venue for that kind of surprise."
Alain was stunned by her harsh words and tone and tried to process how the conversation
had turned so suddenly serious.
Feeling his heart race a bit, Alain worried that he had somehow offended this
grande dame for whom he had traveled across the continent for a few minutes of
her valuable consultation.
He didn't realize she was protecting him from himself until much later that afternoon.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out, "it was supposed to be a joke. I
didn't mean to offend you at all. I'd never do anything like that…" Alain's
words trailed off and his face was empty.
Claudia allowed him to feel uncomfortable for a full three minutes before she
spoke.
"Think with your brain, dear," she admonished him, "and not with
your hormones. When you enter into a relationship, make sure all the understandings
have been brought into the open; even those things that you believe might be
better left unspoken. There is nothing that should be unsaid; nothing that should
be left to either imagination when the stakes are high." She paused briefly
and asked, "Do you understand me?"
Alain could merely nod and he knew she would find that affirmation lacking. Somehow
he realized that Claudia would insist on a more complete lesson, but he had no
idea how she would impose it. Not knowing when she would instruct him was the
lesson she was about to impart.
"Now," she renewed her request, "Where would you like to go?"
Alain felt his heart tug, as her words seemed to make no more sense than they
did ten minutes ago but he willed himself into hearing what was behind them.
He refused to respond until he was certain that he understood her meaning. Without
consciously knowing it, he had succumbed to her dominance and was slowly being
dragged into her carefully thought-out plan.
He was surprised that he had to clear this throat to speak.
"With you," Alain responded in measured tones. "With you to somewhere
I've never been before." His ears did not process the voice that emanated
from deep within his chest and for a moment, he felt completely off-balance,
yet totally sure of his reply.
Claudia's lips turned upward at the throatiness of his voice and the gentle tremor
she detected in his knee. Worrying that he might have been too full of enthusiasm
to think clearly, she was delighted in his thoughtful response. It was, she smiled
silently, exactly where she wanted to take him.
"Turn left at the light," she directed, and the two sped off on a brand
new journey.
Exploration
Her home was as resplendent as it was picturesque and after parking in front
on the circular drive, Alain helped Claudia out of the car. Somewhat surprisingly,
a youngish man opened the front door and welcomed her home.
A son? Alain hadn't counted on a son but after careful reflection noted that
this young man could no more be her son than she could be his mother. It just
didn't figure until he heard him end his sentence with a murmured syllable that
spoke volumes.
"Welcome home, I have your messages and voicemail," he spoke clearly
and then completed the phrase with a whispered, "Ma'am."
Alain recognized household help immediately. But his eye was drawn to Claudia's
soft caress of the young man's outstretched hand and there was no denying that
a special look passed between their eyes. This young man, whoever he was, occupied
a special place in Claudia's life. Half jealous and half perplexed, Alain followed
them both into the foyer.
The décor was Crate & Barrel - airy, windswept and comfortable. Alain
delighted in the surroundings and especially the view of the ocean from the rear
deck onto which he stepped when no one seemed to have any specific plans for
his time. As Claudia disappeared into her office to sort through her various
messages, Alain allowed his pale skin to drink in the glorious sunshine that
was enveloping him. He felt warm, comforted by the sun's rays as a beloved toy
held carefully in a child's hands.
"You are to follow me," a quiet voice invaded Alain's ears and captured
his attention.
There were no more words exchanged between him and the young man until Alain
was deposited into a fairly large room. As he shut the door behind him when he
exited, the young man offered, "Have fun."
Alone, warm and comfortable, Alain surveyed the room. It was pale but bright,
secure but airy, and inviting but foreboding. As he drank in this odd mixture
of architectural emotions, Alain's eyes were drawn to the warm taupe carpet and
its thick pile. He imagined that curling his toes in its depth would feel heavenly.
Torn between waiting patiently for Claudia and removing one shoe and sock to
play with the ultra plush carpet, Alain stood silently and noticed the room's
rather sparse furnishings and the breeze that fluttered in through the opened
French doors that led to what must be yet another expanse of deck that wrapped
around the back of Claudia's house.
It was the kind of sunshine and breeze combination that made Alain's body start
to move.
The rhythm of the breeze through the open doors seemed to strike a chord inside
Alain's body and memories shot through him in an odd procession of notes that
created a silent symphony in his legs. The patter of curtains billowing against
the breeze seemed to energize him and the constancy of the sunshine filled his
chest with a sense of power he hadn't felt in so many years. Without realizing
it, Alain had begun to dance in the smallest movements that were barely discernible
to anyone who wasn't tuned into him.
The expanse of floor, soft carpet and eerie sounds and sunshine drove him to
take his first large step and it felt good. He took another and another and was
soon feeling the openness inside him that the décor enhanced in his surroundings.
It had been years since he allowed himself the luxury of moving in tune to his
own personal rhythm section and it felt liberating.
Claudia saw the emancipation in every step he took. Silently, she stood behind
him, following his every step with investigating eyes. Why hadn't he removed
his shoes, she thought silently. He could have moved more easily without them,
she concluded.
Sometimes there are deeper meanings in what people do not do than in what they
do, she had learned so long ago.
Examining every step he took and every muscle that strained under his slacks,
Claudia felt an odd urge to strip him mentally and watch his lithe naked body
perform solely for her. She imagined his tight calves, solid thighs and firm
ass that could serve only to delight her as a post-lunch dessert. As her eyes
rose to his shirt, the image of his bare back and muscular shoulders made her
wince with a welcome sense of desire.
She stood noiselessly and watched Alain dance on the edge. The silent sound that
only the two of them could hear was deafening.
And then Claudia smiled.
Dance
"You dance so sweetly," Claudia spoke quietly in hopes that she wouldn't
dissuade Alain from continuing but knowing explicitly that her voice would cause
him to stop. As he wound down from his plateau, Alain's shoulders drooped almost
imperceptibly and his feet stood flat on the floor. Almost too embarrassed to
face her, he walked toward the sunshine.
"You could dance more easily without your shoes, couldn't you?" she
asked so innocently that he was forced to answer monosyllabically.
"Yeah. I suppose." His voice trailed off and with it, his spirit.
'Then take them off, sweet boy," Claudia's voice raised a notch in sternness
that was not lost on Alain's ears.
It was as if she read his mind and knew his earlier thoughts. The allure of the
taupe carpet was magical and the notion of his toes immersed in the deep pile
was too great to ignore and her slightly insistent voice raised the bar in his
head. It wasn't merely an invitation to take off his shoes, and they both knew
it. There was deeper meaning.
Almost unconsciously, Alain kicked off his docksiders and bent to remove his
socks. Claudia observed his limberness with a calculating eye and recalled those
vivid conversations he had typed so painstakingly to describe how the dance was
not part of his life; rather, how it was his life for such a long time. She felt
his passion for it then through the bandwidth and watching him in real life simply
bend so gracefully toward his feet brought the chats they had to the forefront
of her concentration.
His feet were naked on the carpet and his slacks hung elegantly from his waist.
Alain stood in the center of the room, devoid of thought or plan, and simply
waited for her instruction. His posture was somewhere between stiff and erect
and in her mind, approached regal. He was beautiful when he stood like that and
she drank in his body with increasing delight.
Soundlessly, she moved toward the stereo cabinet and selected Ray of Light.
She hoped it would be important to his ears.
As the music resonated throughout the room, she watched his body drink in the
strains and take them inside himself. Slowly, little by little, he felt the rhythm
and began to sway. Claudia's senses were overpowered with his slight movements
and she walked tenuously to the room's single chair before she, too, began trembling.
Then he closed his eyes.
There was a power in his blocking out external sights and distractions coupled
with a fierce self-focus that brought a heightened sense of passion to every
corner of the room. It enveloped Claudia and washed her in a delightful sense
of eagerness on so many levels for what he was about to bring to her. To perform,
he had to block out what was outside him; however, he could not perform unless
it was all there. She empathized with his dilemma and had a deeper understanding
of his complexity.
Inside Alain, things had never been as clear and uncomplicated as they were in
this moment. Only two things existed for him: the feel of his feet on the carpet
and the rhythm that pulsed throughout his body. Within a few moments, his entire
being began to move in harmony.
Without bravado or introduction, Alain used the room's expansive emptiness to
tell his story. What words could not accomplish for him earlier, the dance afforded
him clear communication. When he could not express his intricate feelings with
his voice, he could now relate in the way that was his.
Claudia felt his power emerge from somewhere deep inside and press toward his
skin. Sweat poured from him and gleamed in the warm sunlight. If she had to describe
him in a single word, she would have chosen, "free."
His strong legs moved him onward and up; his sturdy arms reached for the sky.
His dance was his being and it was his gift to her.
When the music faded, Alain seemed not to notice and his body continued a melancholic
continuation of his story. She knew him now, and those late-night chats seemed
both fraught with new meaning and simultaneously inconsequential when compared
to the performance he had just given her. Two thoughts flashed through her mind.
She wanted him. And she wanted to see his legs, chest, arms, and hips in their
natural glory.
He had come to her simply to meet and clarify his yearnings; instead, he had
given her an offering that was unmatched and unmatchable.
Finally, his exhausted body sunk to the carpet, a few feet from her chair. Collapsing
from utter physical and emotional fatigue, he rested on the thick carpet and
the sound of his breathing filled her ears. Claudia realized that she not only
wanted him, but also that she wanted him differently. Alain was different and
he had, in that short but eternal moment, touched her in a place that had been
long dormant.
Too long, she thought.