fascination in her eyes. She sipped at her drink as though the alcohol would give her courage.
“You’re the real deal, aren’t you,” she said softly.
“Yes,” I replied. “Everything about me is real, except the name. Jason Luke is a pen name. Tonight you can call me Jonah. It will make things simpler, and tomorrow… if you decide to stay with us for a week… you will call me Sir.”
We went into the dining room and Leticia and Cameron sat side by side. I stood across from them until a young woman in a starched white uniform set down plates. When she disappeared back into the kitchen I pulled Cameron’s panties from my pocket and set them in the middle of the table like a centerpiece.
I sat down without a word. Both of the women were looking at the panties. Neither of them spoke. Cameron’s face was flushed crimson with a mixture of her embarrassment and arousal.
We ate in silence and when we had all finished eating I pushed my plate aside and looked up, my gaze level and steady. Cameron seemed more relaxed and I attributed that to the effects of the alcohol. Leticia sat like a nervous schoolgirl, fidgeting in her chair. Every few seconds her eyes would dart back to the sexy pair of panties.
“What would you like to ask?” I directed my attention to Cameron. “I’m sure you have lots of questions. I’m happy to answer them all.”
Cameron thought for a moment, perhaps being careful how to address me. Finally she asked, “How did you become so confident with women? I mean… what makes you so assured of yourself?”
I thought about that and tried to form an answer that I hoped would not sound arrogant.
“I spent a lot of time talking to women,” I said carefully. “I loved them, listened to them… and then tried to put myself into their frame of mind – tried to imagine how touches and kisses would feel.”
“And that’s it?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t think it was a complicated question requiring a complex answer. Sexually, I think most women are easy to understand. Once you peel away the layers of their inhibitions and self-consciousness, they’re sexual beings with instincts only slightly different to men.”
Cameron was nodding and frowning at the same time. “Have you ever failed with a woman? Failed to arouse her?”
“Yes,” I said. “But I learn from those moments.” I thrust my hands deep into my pockets and paced across the kitchen. Cameron’s eyes followed me. Suddenly a thought occurred to me that I could use as explanation.
“My father said I should learn to be a good loser,” I said around an ironic smile. “When I was younger I wanted to win – no matter what the cost. He tried to teach me the importance and value of losing… and how to accept such setbacks.”
Then I shook my head.
“I told him I didn’t want so much experience at losing that I became good at it. I didn’t want a life of constant failures just so I could become accustomed and accepting of losing. I wanted to be a good winner. That’s what I set out to be. In love, in life – in everything.”
Cameron nodded slowly. There were elements of intrigue and fascination and curiosity in her gaze. She reached down and fidgeted with the clasp of her purse.
“Anything else?”
“Can I get your autograph?”
Suddenly she had a paperback copy of ‘The Big Book of Rules about Sex and Women’ in her hand. She held it out to me.
“Please.”
I was bemused. I signed the inside cover of the book with a flourish and handed it back to her. Cameron’s smile was one of genuine appreciation. That smile gave me pause.
There was no doubt that Cameron was submissive – a woman naturally inclined to surrender herself to the control of a Master. But she was clearly also a fan of Jason Luke. I needed to make the point clear to her.
“We chose you because you expressed a genuine desire in your email to learn more about submission,” I said to Cameron. “Not because you are a fan of my writing. I
“You’re the real deal, aren’t you,” she said softly.
“Yes,” I replied. “Everything about me is real, except the name. Jason Luke is a pen name. Tonight you can call me Jonah. It will make things simpler, and tomorrow… if you decide to stay with us for a week… you will call me Sir.”
We went into the dining room and Leticia and Cameron sat side by side. I stood across from them until a young woman in a starched white uniform set down plates. When she disappeared back into the kitchen I pulled Cameron’s panties from my pocket and set them in the middle of the table like a centerpiece.
I sat down without a word. Both of the women were looking at the panties. Neither of them spoke. Cameron’s face was flushed crimson with a mixture of her embarrassment and arousal.
We ate in silence and when we had all finished eating I pushed my plate aside and looked up, my gaze level and steady. Cameron seemed more relaxed and I attributed that to the effects of the alcohol. Leticia sat like a nervous schoolgirl, fidgeting in her chair. Every few seconds her eyes would dart back to the sexy pair of panties.
“What would you like to ask?” I directed my attention to Cameron. “I’m sure you have lots of questions. I’m happy to answer them all.”
Cameron thought for a moment, perhaps being careful how to address me. Finally she asked, “How did you become so confident with women? I mean… what makes you so assured of yourself?”
I thought about that and tried to form an answer that I hoped would not sound arrogant.
“I spent a lot of time talking to women,” I said carefully. “I loved them, listened to them… and then tried to put myself into their frame of mind – tried to imagine how touches and kisses would feel.”
“And that’s it?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t think it was a complicated question requiring a complex answer. Sexually, I think most women are easy to understand. Once you peel away the layers of their inhibitions and self-consciousness, they’re sexual beings with instincts only slightly different to men.”
Cameron was nodding and frowning at the same time. “Have you ever failed with a woman? Failed to arouse her?”
“Yes,” I said. “But I learn from those moments.” I thrust my hands deep into my pockets and paced across the kitchen. Cameron’s eyes followed me. Suddenly a thought occurred to me that I could use as explanation.
“My father said I should learn to be a good loser,” I said around an ironic smile. “When I was younger I wanted to win – no matter what the cost. He tried to teach me the importance and value of losing… and how to accept such setbacks.”
Then I shook my head.
“I told him I didn’t want so much experience at losing that I became good at it. I didn’t want a life of constant failures just so I could become accustomed and accepting of losing. I wanted to be a good winner. That’s what I set out to be. In love, in life – in everything.”
Cameron nodded slowly. There were elements of intrigue and fascination and curiosity in her gaze. She reached down and fidgeted with the clasp of her purse.
“Anything else?”
“Can I get your autograph?”
Suddenly she had a paperback copy of ‘The Big Book of Rules about Sex and Women’ in her hand. She held it out to me.
“Please.”
I was bemused. I signed the inside cover of the book with a flourish and handed it back to her. Cameron’s smile was one of genuine appreciation. That smile gave me pause.
There was no doubt that Cameron was submissive – a woman naturally inclined to surrender herself to the control of a Master. But she was clearly also a fan of Jason Luke. I needed to make the point clear to her.
“We chose you because you expressed a genuine desire in your email to learn more about submission,” I said to Cameron. “Not because you are a fan of my writing. I
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