Chapter 2! Enjoy!
Woah...Thanks for all the feedback, of course, I'll keep writing this, it's a branch off of Smut Shots...lol.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer in Chapter 1
Sir
Chapter 2
Master Saved Me
After I stood in the kitchen, looking down at the trash can, I pulled the book from the trash can, placed it on the counter and decided that Grandma Mazur should have this copy and hopefully my mother wouldn't toss it out into the trash, like Ranger did.
Speaking of Ranger, I turned to the clock and looked at the time, Ranger gave me the offer at 12:30 in the afternoon, so I had until 12:30 tomorrow night to give him a yay or nay. Enough time to think about it, I supposed.
I tidied up my apartment, washing the dishes I let accumulate in the sink, vacuuming the floors and just keeping busy. I supposed I could go check out Lucy and the others, but Ranger's offer was still on my mind. Could I give control to Ranger, what would happen, if I said yes to him, what happened if I said no to him?
By the time I as finished with my apartment, you could have eaten off the bathroom floor. The windows were clean, the floors were neat and shined, I even pulled the curtains down so they could be washed with my dirty clothes. Wow, maybe I should have asked about Ranger's lifestyle a long time ago. Figuring out that the man you're attracted to is into whips and chains does a lot to the body. I was also more interested in the world that Ranger lived in as well.
I spent the rest of the day, on my laptop, searching the internet for any information about Doms and subs. I found a lot of anti-BDSM websites that shamed people who choose this lifestyle. I also found websites that seemed to be legit but turned out to be nothing more than Wikipedia based sites. Sites where the information is not so true and said information could have come from anywhere. I found good websites that had the definitions of certain words and terms but then I hit jackpot; a blog ran by someone who called herself a sub. I spent hours, looking through her blog, learning about her history and how she first figured out that she was a sub.
'I didn't always think I was into the D/s life,' the blog's author wrote, 'I was working 70 hours a week at a firm, no social life, no family save for my father and my life could be found in my phone, it was my life. I thought I had control of my life, until Master came up to me, after my car broke down and told me otherwise. He told me that even though I looked as though my life was perfect, it was far from it, I had no control over it, I didn't have control over my life, my life had control over me. He asked for my number, to check up on me now and again and for the next two months he became my anchor, my rock. He calmed me down, when I was feeling stressed, he got my life back into order, he gave me the confidence so that I could put pride back into everything I did. I hadn't seen that the life I was living was destroying me from the inside out. Master…Master saved me, so when he asked me to be his sub, to learn about his lifestyle, I accepted, without any hesitations. I knew that I could cry with him, I could be his brat and not be judged. He's given me something that I thought I would never have, and that's my freedom. I feel free with Master and I would never want to have that take away from me.'
I sat, looking at that paragraph, something warm and tingling filling my chest. Did all subs have issues with their life, or was it just some subs. Did I have issues with my life? I didn't know, maybe I didn't want to know.
I did want to talk to this woman, that's what I knew right now, I wanted to talk to the blog author. With shaking hands, I wrote out a message and then sent it to the woman, who had a chat window on the side of her life story. She responded two minutes later.
"So, you read my blog and was curious, why is that?"
"It's uh…I found out that a man that's close to me is a Dom and…he…well..."
"He wants you to be his sub? Congratulations!"
"I don't know, if I want to be his sub."
"I think you do, sweetie, you know, I was just like you, when Master asked me to be his sub. I went exploring and when I told Master this, he laughed and told me that if I wasn't interested in this life, I wouldn't have tried to look up things about this."
"I mean, it's a side of him I didn't even know! It's intriguing, I know he likes to be in control of things, but…"
"It's okay to be leery, sweetie, but, if he's offered you, don't sit on it too long, I'm sure he's given you a time limit, right?"
"Right…wait…how did you know that?!"
"Master did the same to me, he gave me 13 hours to give him an answer."
"What? Why so little time?"
"Because, Master knew that I would say yes, your Dom who gave you an offer knows that you're on fence, it's okay to do some soul searching, your Dom wants you to do so."
"…Do you love your Master? You never say it in your blog?"
"That's because it's a secret, now, we'll talk in about a week or so, okay? And if you accept your Dom's offer, you need to ask him permission to talk to me, but he should be fine, now I have to go, Master will be here soon, and I have to go greet him!"
I sat back in the couch, and felt lighter than ever. This woman helped me out so much that I didn't feel as scared as I was. I looked down at the chat screen and paused, looking at the conversation I had with the woman.
"Your Dom?" I whispered, confused, "Why did she keep writing 'your Dom?"
Did she know something that I didn't know? I shook my head and looked down at the clock. Holy fuck, it was almost six, I really wanted to give Grandma Mazur the book and get some free food. I closed my laptop, grabbed my purse and the book and was heading out my clean apartment. I made it in time, but only Grandma Mazur was outside on the porch of my Parent's duplex, waiting for me, perfect.
I got out of the car and then walked over to my Grandma Mazur, she kissed my cheek and asked, "How you doing, Baby Girl?"
"Great," I said, before giving her the book, "Here you go, don't let Mom take it away from you."
Grandma Mazur gave me a wicked smile and then said, "Of course not, every time I went out to buy the book, the old ball and chain would stop me, thank you, Baby girl!"
I smiled and hugged Grandma Mazur and walked with her into the house. It was just Mom, Dad and Grandma Mazur tonight, and tonight was spaghetti and meatballs. I kissed Daddy on the cheek and then sat down at the table. Daddy said grace and then we all dug in. Grandma Mazur turned to me and asked, "So, Stephanie, did you read that book, 'Please Master?' The girls down at the Clip and Curl are ranting and raving about it!"
My mother did the sign of the cross and said, "I hope not! No respecting woman worth her weight in gold would ever do something that's so…scandalous!"
I felt a ball of lead grow in my stomach, "Why not? What's so bad about that type of life?"
"It's demeaning and downright nasty! Whips, chains," My mother said, before she took a long gulp of wine, "No respectable woman would ever beg to be whipped."
The appetite that I had suddenly went on a holiday, "Well, what would happen if either Valarie or I wanted to do something like that?"
"Well, I can't stop you, but I can withhold dessert from you," My mother said, giving me the stink eye, "I raised you girls right, not to be into something like that!"
"I don't see nothing wrong with wanting to be tied up!" Grandma Mazur said, giving me a wink, "I bet it would be a pip!"
"I bet so too," I said, imagining Ranger, in a power suit, and me hanging from chains, begging to be punished, "I bet it would be an awesome sight…."
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After getting a bag of leftovers and dropping Grandma Mazur off at the Funeral home for a wake, I headed back home to some soul searching and thinking. I placed my leftovers in the refrigerator, fed Rex and then climbed into bed. My life wasn't chaotic, was it? I had control of it, right? That woman, the blogger, she thought the same, but turned out, she had no say in where the wind blew in her life. Could that really be me? Could I really be submissive, could I give full control to Ranger?
I sat up in the bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it tightly to my chest. I closed my eyes and whispered into my pillow, "Sir…"
It tingled on my lips, it made something inside of me squirm, in a good way. I smiled and then said it again, "Sir," this time, I was louder, more assured.
"Sir, Sir, Sir," I bit the corner of my pillow and laid back on the bed with a breathless giggle, maybe, maybe I could do this…
TBC…
Stephanie is opening up to the concept, maybe...next chapter she'll give her answer to Sir.