James and I had worked in the
same law office for ten years now. We had both graduated with the same law degree - though from
different universities - the same year, and from time to time we called each other to discuss a
difficult case or point of law. We had risen through the ranks to both make partner. Although he
was specialising in matrimonial and family law, and my field was commercial, from time to time we
joined forces when working for mutual clients. Even though we had been out for dinner together a
few times, neither of us had taken things any further. We both had a general idea of whom the other
was dating, but between the two of us it was "business only". Don't get me wrong - I know the
attraction was there (and mutual) but something held us both back. All this changed when one of the
most complex and lengthy cases arrived on my desk. One of my clients, an extremely wealthy property
developer, had decided to divorce his wife of thirty years and then marry his eighteen year old
"assistant". Normally this would only involve me minimally, maybe just in valuing the assets in
order to arrive at the split of matrimonial property. But my client - for professional reasons I'll
just call him Mr X - hadn't spent the last twenty five years building his business without learning
a few tricks along the way. He had to have had the most complex arrangement of shelf companies,
holding companies, joint ventures, offshore partners and other arrangements all designed to save
him tax. Trying to unravel who owned what, and minimise both his tax exposure and liability to his
former wife, was going to take a lot of thinking about. As part of the unravelling, James and I
travelled to Mr X's offshore base, in one of the islands in the South Pacific. I had travelled
there before - for business with a few day's holiday at the end - and was looking forward to a
break. Most of the island's organisations operate on "island time", meaning what would take an hour
at home could take a day or more once someone got around to finding the documents I needed. James
and I set up office on a spare suite of Mr X's hotel/conference facility. Our hotel rooms were
little bures, small thatched huts that were elevated on stilts above the water. Set further back
from the beach, the inside of the conference facility could be any hotel on earth - as long as you
didn't look at the spectacular view. Mr X's staff were very helpful in getting us set up. We both
had our own laptops, of course, but two secretaries and their PCs were found for us. Large desks
had been moved in for James and I, together with an attractive suite of three two seater sofas and
a coffee table. Three doors led from the large main room. One door at one end led to a private
office, with another large desk, executive swivel chair and two guest chairs. At the other end of
the main room were two more doors, one to a small but fully equipped kitchen and the other to a
full bathroom. One wall we covered with magnetic whiteboards, and the secretaries' first job was to
make magnetic name labels for all the companies with which Mr X was involved. James and I set to
work mapping the interwoven arrangements, using coloured pens to show the different types of
ownership and relationships between the various companies. At around 8.30pm we finally quit for the
day, after James had pointed out that the sun was beginning to sink over the horizon. With floor to
ceiling glass, the view of the coming sunset was sure to be spectacular. We called down to room
service to send us up dinner, just a simple pan fried fish and salad, wine, and fresh fruit to
follow. After pushing one of the sofas and the coffee table over to the window, James and I sat
down to enjoy both dinner and the view. After continuing shop talk for a while, we gradually became
silent as we watched the unfolding spectacle in front of us. The few clouds in the sky began to be
brushed with strokes of gold, as the sky turned first yellow then gradually suffused with pink and
then deep red. The sun glowed hotly in the centre of the horizon, then gradually slipped from view,
leaving in its wake a myriad of pastel colours across the sky. "God, that was amazing", James said.
He pushed his plate to the other side of the coffee table, then stretched his legs out and rested
them on the table top. "Imagine getting a show like that every night for free", he continued. I too
began to relax, and leaned back into the sofa. "Don't you need to call home - with the time
difference you better call soon", I said. "There's no one I need to call tonight", James said.
"I'll give mom and my friends a call over the weekend. How long do you think we'll be here for?"
"Who would know?" I replied. "Going by today's progress, I reckon it might even be a couple of
weeks. I've got to be back home by the 17th for a friend's wedding, but I have a feeling that I'll
be back again after that." Today was the 2nd, so we had just over two weeks before I had to head
homeward, even if temporarily. We both silently thought of re-arranging our lives for the next few
weeks. I know my mental list of things to do was lengthening rapidly. "So why isn't there a Mrs
James you need to call?" I finally asked. James was silent for a moment. "It's a long story. Don't
get me wrong - there's certainly been the opportunity. But I just haven't found that special
someone. And the older I get, the harder it seems to be to find them." "Hell, you must have some
kind of a wish list", I laughed. "What about Victoria - you went out with her for a while. What was
wrong with her?" To understand what happened next, you need to picture the scene. We were sitting
in the main room, furnished with office furniture, in the dark. The light from outside had nearly
disappeared, and the moon had not yet risen. There were no conferences happening at present, so
James and I were the only people in the whole conference wing. The cleaners wouldn't be in until
the morning. Sitting in the dark, staring out to sea, miles away from home, engendered a feeling of
safety and security I doubt we could have arranged on purpose. "Victoria's a great girl", James
finally replied. "She has most things I'd want in a woman. Well, you know her - she's intelligent,
funny, great looking, loves the outdoors but is just as happy spending a weekend inside watching
videos and cooking. And she's certainly a great cook!" "Well, what's wrong with her then?" I
persisted. "It can't be her personality - Victoria's one of the kindest, most honest people I
know." "You're right. It wasn't that" "Then what on earth was it? Does she have some secret vice I
don't know about?" There was a long pause. "No, it wasn't her. It was me. I've got the secret vice"
James dropped the statement like a small bombshell. "Oh". I paused - wondering whether to say more
or not. Then I figured, nothing venture / nothing win. "So what's your secret vice?" "If I told
you, I'd have to kill you! Just joking, I'm not really a CIA agent. Let's just say we weren't
compatible in bed." Wow! My mind exploded with possibilities. What could it be? I thought of
Victoria, she's a year or so younger than James and I - say 32 - surely she's not some prude. What
could it be - did I want to know? Again I persisted. "You can't leave it like that. You'll have to
tell me now!" The silence grew again. I was thinking, 'well done, now you've blown it. He's not
going to tell you now. It's obviously really private and something he's sensitive about.' Finally
James spoke. "I didn't ever tell Victoria about this. I just told her I wasn't ready for commitment
yet. If it wasn't for this, I would have married her. What I really want is a woman who can fill my
deepest needs." James cleared his throat. "What do you know about domination?" Heck! So that's what
he's into. I'm freaking out. My God, he probably ties girls up in chains and whips them to shreds.
Jesus! I've got to get out of here! My thoughts were spinning erratically. What am I supposed to
say? "Uh, well, I guess I don't know a lot about it. I guess you like hitting and hurting - stuff
like that." "Well, it can involve hitting and hurting, but it's a lot more than that. Some people
get into the whole scene - dungeons, leather, slaves, whips, the whole lot. For some it can just be
tying your partner down and pleasuring them until they beg you to stop. I'm somewhere in the
middle." "Can you tell me more?" I said, my voice croaky. I knew things were getting past my
comfort zone, yet I was fascinated and wanted to know more about it. I must confess I felt a bit
wet at the thought of pleasure until I begged for it to cease. "Well, I can. But you have to
promise that it won't go further than these four walls. If you really want to know, I'll tell you,
but it stays between us. Promise?" James turned to look me in the eyes. "At this point, I'm just
telling you. I'm not asking you - or even suggesting that I'll ask you. I'm just giving you the
facts." What little light was left illuminated James' face. I looked into his eyes, and consulted
my inner feelings, my women's intuition. I'd known James for a long time now, I figured he was
pretty honourable. I decided to trust him. "Yes, I would like to know" James settled himself
comfortably into the sofa, and began to weave his spell. He began telling me about the psychology
of domination. A good dom's pleasure comes from their sub's pleasure - not their pain. They are
like a coach, pushing their sub to find their limits. It may involve bondage, for that focuses the
mind on the body part in question. It may involve spanking, or beating or whipping, depending
solely on the limits of the sub, because sometimes pushing the pain barrier can open new areas of
pleasure. Some subs and doms enjoy the sight of props - the leather, the manacles in some dark
dungeon. It could involve toys, or even other people. Of course, it involves sex - of letting go
one's inhibitions and pushing the limits. But again, it's all within the control of the sub. And
that's the dichotomy. Although the dom is asserting their wishes on the sub, the sub has the final
say. By using the safe word, the scene stops. So although the sub appears to give up control, they
actually are the ones with final control all along. It's a complex arrangement of trust: the sub
trusts the dom to push them to their limit, the dom trusts the sub to only use the safe word if
that limit has been reached. By the time James had finished, I felt much reassured. It sounded
intriguing. I know I needed to be careful what I said, in order not to break his spell. "So how far
did you go with Victoria?" I finally asked. That should be a good indication. "With her agreement,
I tied her to the bed. Both arms, both legs. God, she looked ravishing!" James mused to himself.
"But she didn't like it. Didn't like feeling powerless. Even though I promised her that I'd stop
pleasuring her the moment she said - she just couldn't let go enough." The thought of just being
tied to the bed I did find arousing. "So you didn't hit her or anything?" "Hell, no. As I said,
nothing happens that the sub doesn't consent to. If she couldn't cope with having her ankles and
wrists tied, she sure as heck wasn't going to agree to anything else." I thought some more. "I
think I understand what you're talking about. Your goal is to pleasure the sub?" "Right." "And you
don't do anything that they don't want to do?" "Right." "Do you discuss it with them before?"
"Usually just in general terms. We might agree on what won't happen. But you have to let the dom
take things as they come, so to speak. You might find that something the sub wasn't too keen on -
say the thought of spanking, or nipple clamps - actually turns them on immensely. But with a good
level of trust the sub knows you're just pushing their limits. They just have to use the safe word
- or ring the bell if they're gagged - and we go back to within their comfort zone." Gagged! I
hadn't thought of that! Gagged! Nipple clamps! What on earth is a nipple clamp? And then the
thought came - unbidden - of myself spreadeagled on a bed. Tied hands and feet. Legs spread wide
apart - revealing my most secret parts. breasts unveiled for all to see. And gagged, so that I
could scream to my heart's content. I felt light headed and moist at the thought. James looked at
me closely. "Your lips have swollen slightly. Are you turned on? What are you thinking about?" I
couldn't tell him. I couldn't admit to the desires that seemed to have been unleashed. I was
embarrassed, shamed. "With a true dom/sub partnership, there's no shame." James must have been
reading my thoughts. "There's only pleasure and pride." I thought some more. Pleasure and pride.
Now that's an unusual way to describe a sexual relationship. And don't get me wrong - I've had a
reasonable amount of lovers in my day. And I'm not a prude either. But I've never thought of
pleasure AND pride when it comes to making love. "So how do you get your pleasure? I can see how
the sub might have a great time, someone pushing them to the limits of their pleasure. But what's
in it for you?" "You have no idea Sam. To take a woman, a beautiful woman, and give her such
pleasure that she is begging for it - you have no idea what that does for a man. To know that you
have fulfilled her every desire - even desires she didn't know that she had! And don't forget that
sex is involved - when the dom is ready and thinks the sub is ready, then sex will take place. It
may be stroking, it may be oral, it may be straight sex. It could be anal." James turned to look at
me as he said the last. I thanked God for the darkness. My cheeks were burning scarlet - thank
goodness James couldn't see. How did he know that that was one of my untried fantasies? I had often
wondered about anal sex. Oh Jesus girl, you're getting into hot water now. I didn't say anything,
just stared fixedly into the darkness outside.

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 The lights came on around the pool, and I knew the
spell had been broken once the light was shining onto our faces. James rose from the sofa. He
walked into the bathroom, and I could hear him wash his hands. He returned to the office, and stood
behind me on the sofa. Leaning down to my ear, he spoke softly. "I've given you a lot to think
about. My feelings tell me you might be interested. This is how the trust begins. I'll never
mention this again to you. I trust you never to mention this to any living soul - ever! And if, and
when, you're ready, come and tell me. Otherwise we will go on as usual, as if this evening never
happened." James turned, collected his laptop and room key and left, leaving me alone with my
thoughts. Chapter 2 After a restless night, I woke early. My nipples throbbed with desire. I gently
stroked my clit - my vagina was dripping with moisture. James had given me plenty to think about
all right! Taking my trusty vibrator from my suitcase, I roughly thrust it into me. My body tingled
as I turned it on. Vague memories of the dreams the night before flitted before my eyes. Legs wide
apart. breasts being sucked. sucking a penis. Something pressing into my anus. In what seemed like
moments, I was climaxing uncontrollably. That's one way to start the day! After a quick shower, I
checked my emails. Then I threw on my swimsuit and robe and headed for the pool. Although it was
only 6.30am, the locals had already swept the beach and done the day's gardening. After thirty
lengths my mind stopped racing and I settled into the routine. One, two, bubble, breathe. One, two,
bubble, breathe. My usual swimming workout was 100 lengths, so I was surprised when I reached the
50th and felt exhausted. The early morning orgasm must have taken more energy than I thought! I
consoled myself that it was probably the jet lag, time change and my restless sleep. A shadow fell
over me as I rested at the edge of the pool. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" James was standing
there in his swim shorts and towel. "Good morning to you too. Yes, thanks, I slept like a log. How
about you?" Liar - but I wasn't going to let on how much he had unsettled me. I needed more time to
think. "Mind if I join you?" James needlessly asked, as he was already in the pool beside me. "How
many have you done?" "Only fifty this morning, I felt a bit tired." "You had a bit of a late night,
I guess" James retorted, as he pushed off with a strong freestyle stroke to the end. I hadn't
really realised before how handsome he was under his business suit. His lightly bronzed body showed
definite muscles in the shoulders. I had deliberately not checked out the contents of his swim
shorts - that would have been too obvious! I swam to the shallower end of the pool, and just
relaxed in the water. After a time I began doing some simple yoga stretches underwater. I might not
have the energy for an aerobic workout, but I could sure work on keeping my muscles in shape whilst
I was away. James swam up beside me. "Hello again" "And hello again to you." "Sleep well? Oh, I
already asked you that. What time are you planning on starting work again?" "Well, we've done as
much as we can I think. I've emailed Simon the list of documents and shareholdings we need. We
can't do anything more until that gets here, and it probably won't be until tomorrow." Simon was a
legal assistant we had been loaned by a local law firm. "Great! This is the type of work I like. So
we get paid partner's rates for lying around the pool all day?" "Something like that." I grinned.
"I've got some files to go over, they were emailed to me this morning. That should take me to
around 10.30. Would you like to meet for brunch after that and we can plan the next few days?
"Sounds good to me. Why don't we meet at the office at 10.30 then." "Oh, hang on." I thought for a
moment. "If we go to the office the secretaries will be there. There's a few things I'd rather they
didn't hear. Why don't you meet me in my room at 10.30 instead?" As soon as I said it, I realised
what I had said. "I mean, I mean I don't mean, I mean that we need to discuss confidential business
matters and I'd rather Mr X's staff were not privy to them." I said it in my best scholarly voice.
"Sure. See you then." I couldn't read anything in James voice as he turned and swam to the end of
the pool. He lifted himself out in one whoosh. I hadn't noticed before what a cute butt he had.^Å
When James' knock came at the door - 10.30 on the dot - I had almost forgotten he was expected. I
had got stuck into my work once I had showered (again!) and dressed, and was busy phrasing a
careful ending paragraph to the lawyer of a company that was trying to take over one of my clients.
"Hi James. Come in. I've just about finished up. Maybe you could order for us?" I turned and walked
back to my laptop. "Do you know the Latin for go and take a running jump? I need a pithy closing
sentence to tell an avaricious speculator to leave my client alone?" "Have you tried 'go fuck
yourself?' Or maybe that's not professional?" James laughed. "Coffee for you? Eggs? What would
madam desire today?" "Yes thanks. I'll have coffee and fruit. The local produce is so sweet and
juicy, and they fly in strawberries and other delights each day. Actually, I'll have a Danish as
well." James turned to complete his task, and after some thought I finally came up with a finishing
sentence that suited me perfectly. I had the feeling today was going to be a good day. But first I
had some outstanding business to attend to. "James, about yesterday ^Å" "Yes?" "There's a couple of
things I want to discuss with you." "Personal or professional?" "Personal." "Oh, I see. What?"
James was giving no clues away. And of course the room was flooded with sunlight, so there was no
hiding from his gaze. There was only one thing to do - just come out and say it. Why did I feel so
embarrassed? "Actually, I didn't have a good night last night. I was thinking about what you had
told me." "And?" "You're determined to make this difficult for me, aren't you? And there's a couple
of things I want to know" "And?" "OK, I am interested. Or intrigued. Or something. But I'm worried
as well." "What are you worried about?" He wasn't giving anything away. "Well, first off, it seems
to me as if you thought Victoria was great ^Å" The room service guy arrived with brunch, and we
busied ourselves letting him in and getting everything organised. James chattered on about the
smell of the coffee, the look of his full cooked breakfast - eggs, bacon, sausage, French toast,
waffles ^Å heaven knows where he put it all. He obviously was sticking to his promise not to
mention the domination subject again. "James, I was trying to ask you something" "Yes?" "It seems
to me that you thought Victoria was great." "Yes" "And you would have liked to marry her?" "Yes"
"Except for, um, that one thing." "Yes" "So what if I said I'd like to try that, um, that er one
thing. What if the one thing worked out OK?" "What would be the problem?" "Oh, this is getting
difficult. What I mean is that I kind of liked the idea of some of the one thing. But some of it
did scare me a bit. But I liked the idea of trust that you were talking about. But I am worried
that if we got to the stage of doing the one thing, what if THAT part went OK, but we didn't have
the rest of a relationship? What happens then?" "You mean I had everything with Victoria, except
for the one thing as you put it. And what if you and I tried the one thing and it worked out OK,
but we didn't have any other part of a relationship?" "Exactly." "Well, we have known each other
for a long time. We know a lot about what each other likes doing. We both like reading, for
instance. We both like exercise. We like to look good, to enjoy beautiful things. We enjoy the same
sense of humour, both like travelling. We have a lot in common. So in some ways we have part of a
relationship anyway. And if we did try the one thing, and it did work out, then the level of trust
that that would bring to the relationship could only enhance things. And if things didn't work out,
in or out of the bedroom, at least we would have tried. We wouldn't have wasted anything. Time is
beginning to slip away for both of us, don't forget." "OK." "Any more questions?" "A couple" "I
thought there might be" "If you're this dom person, I guess that means I'd be a sub? And I know
that means submissive - which is one word you'd never use to describe me! So how does it work in a
relationship? I couldn't be a submissive little wifey if I tried!" "Well, that's part of the range
of submissive behaviour. Some doms and subs get off on the whole master/slave thing - in and out of
the bedroom. The slave may not speak unless the master gives permission etc. But I'm not
comfortable with that, for me it's purely a part of my sexual relationship, nothing to do with how
decisions get made as a couple. Nor do I get into the "you were a naughty girl, I'll punish you
later" scene - unless of course the sub does something naughty in the bedroom on purpose! Then some
discipline might be required! Sometimes a sub can be shy about asking for what she really wants,
and as a dom it's my job to discover her secret desires." "I think I could think about that. So its
not about being a male chauvinist or anything?" "No." "What about, you know, er safe sex?" "What
about it?" James was smiling now. "Well, do you use a condom, or what?" "You mean if we got
together?" "Are you trying to tease me?" "Possibly." "Then yes" "Yes, what?" "Jesus James - are you
thick or something? If I asked you to make love with me, would you wear a condom?" Oh heck, I
didn't mean to say that! I've spilled the beans now. "Well, we can discuss it." "Well, let's
discuss it then!" Shouted. "I think you've almost got to the point of no return?" Gently. "I think
so." Small voice. I've played my hand, laid my cards on the table. The truth is out. And the truth
shall set you free. "I have not had sex with anyone for six months. I was having a break, after
Victoria, to sort out my priorities. I last had an HIV test two months ago. I'm clear - you can see
the test if you like. So I'm fine." "Why do you have an HIV test? Is there something else you
haven't told me?" "Do you know the joke - 'What's the difficult part about having HIV? Convincing
your mother you're Haitian'. No, I'm not Haitian. Nor am I an IV drug user - I don't do drugs. No,
it's part of keeping myself healthy. And also, remember all the firm's partners had one to get
reduced rates for our health insurance?" I'd forgotten. "Right - and mine was negative too. And I'm
OK, I haven't had sex for ages either. I was so involved with those two internet company startups
that I haven't had time for anything since before Christmas." "I can see we've both been going
without for a while. Is that all your questions answered then?" "Yes." "What about contraception?
Aren't you worried about that?" I mentally kick myself. This guy's stopped me from thinking
straight. "I'm on the pill. Have been for years." "And I've had a vasectomy." "You've had a what?"
"A vasectomy. It's a small operation where the doctor cuts the ^Å" "I know what a vasectomy is. Why
did you have one?" "When I was made partner, I realised that I didn't want children until I was
ready for them. So I banked enough sperm to father hundreds of children if I want them, and now no
one can slap me with a paternity suit." "That's a bit harsh" "Is it? You think about it. Wealthy
young man, partner in a big firm, single - who wouldn't be tempted to try and pin a paternity suit
on me? And even if I turned out to be the father - I could end up with a child I wasn't ready for,
to a woman I didn't wish to marry. Why would I leave myself vulnerable to that?" "I see" We stared
at each other across the table. James resumed eating his brunch. I picked half heartedly at my
fruit. The one thing hung over our heads. 'It's now or never' I thought to myself. "James?" "Yes?"
"I'm ready." "Sure?" "Yes." "What's your safe word?" "Strawberries". I said the first word that
came into my mind - probably because I was eating one. "Now you have to understand the rules. If
you say 'no', I will ignore it. If you say 'please no', I will ignore it. If you say 'please no, I
can't take any more, just stop', I will ignore it. You have to say 'strawberries', and I will stop.
Is that clear?" "You really are a lawyer, aren't you?" "Seriously Sam. This is important. If you
want to stop, what do you say?' "Strawberries." "Good. Now I'm going to my bure to get some things.
I always take them wherever I go. I want you to stay right there and think about this one more
time. When I come back, you'll have one last chance to change your mind." James rose and left the
room. I sat, stunned. I hadn't intended things to move so fast. I was aroused; I did want to sleep
with him. But all the hitting and hurting? Now I felt fear as well as arousal. Could I trust him?
My thoughts swirled around, and before I knew it he was back. I let him in with trembling hands. He
led me to the sofa, I noticed an overnight bag in his hand. What on earth was in there? James sat
beside me on the sofa and held my hands. "I know you're scared - I can feel you trembling. Your
heart rate and breathing have gone faster. This is part of how you can trust me - I know the signs
of your arousal. You're scared, but you're aroused too. Would you like me to show you what's in the
bag? You might not feel so frightened, and might relax some. But fear can be your friend too - if
you trust me enough, your fear can help your arousal. The 'what is he going to do next' has an
element of fear in it. The trick is to welcome the fear, but feel the trust as well. I'll show you
what's in the bag, and then you can tell me if you want to proceed or not." James undid his bag.
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