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  Learning to Submit

  Jessica Swift

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  Copyright © 2015 Jessica Swift

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events described in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PART ONE

  PART TWO

  PART THREE

  THE FINALE

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  PART ONE

  Nate had been getting extremely antsy since his last “employee” had up and quit on him. He knew that Barbie would move on with her life eventually, but he hadn’t known it would happen so quickly.

  Barbie had been with him for a little over two years and it was most extremely hard to let her go. When she first came to work with him she was wet behind the ears. He had trained her; molded her into exactly what he wanted her to be.

  But as most women do, she fell in love and decided to get married and start a family. To be fair, she did try to get him to take that position in her life, but being a family man was not his thing and likely never would be.

  He was happy for her I his own way, but the thought of having to break in a new submissive was very overwhelming. It wasn’t a question of him being able to do it well, but more about not wanting to have to re-teach everything he taught to Barbie … the girl that turned out to be the best submissive he had ever worked with.

  “Oh well, that’s life,” he said to himself. His voice seemed to echo from every inch of the large room. He was in his parlor, his favorite room in the whole house aside from the red room at the bottom of the stairs. He had purchased the massive home just because of the basement.

  When he first saw the house it was in serious need of some TLC, but Nate was a man with vision. While contractors did their job in every area of the house, he did the basement on his own. Trying to describe what he needed it to be would have been too difficult and confusing to the contract employees.

  The people in town already thought he was some nutty eccentric without having people talking about his play room. And to be fair to the bored housewives and jealous husbands who woke up every morning and went to bed every evening with his name on their lips, he was eccentric.

  If they only knew how eccentric they would either be more interested and/or attracted to him, or more disgusted by him. Hell, he used to be disgusted with himself. Nate always knew he was different from other people. He had a certain appetite as he grew up. The problem was he had no idea what he wanted to eat so he remained restless until he met Marisha when he was 18.

  He was introduced to her by way of his best friend’s mother who said she thought they would get along well. At the time, Marisha was 35 and the idea of an older woman excited him. She was the one who showed him how to satisfy the strange appetite he had carried around his whole life.

  Within six short weeks, she had turned him into the perfect submissive and he loved it … for a while. After a year he found himself hungering for something different again. It didn’t take him long to figure out what that something was. He wanted to be the one in control.

  No longer desiring to submit to Marisha or anyone else for that matter, he broke off their relationship and searched out a submissive for himself. He was 32 now and was extremely choosey about who he invited into his world.

  Of course it wasn’t an easy break. She had taught him all he knew and in their own twisted way, the loved each other. But because of whom he was and what he needed to keep himself satisfied, he could never be happy in a traditional relationship. He had accepted that long ago and was fine with it.

  Since he found and trained his first submissive at the age of 20, he had gone through only 5 girls in 12 years. He felt like that was a good record. Two of them left him after deciding that they too wanted to be a dom. He let them go with no hard feelings. He understood their need to change and grow into who they were meant to be.

  Then there were two that he had to cut lose. Some women just weren’t meant to live his lifestyle and in the end they wanted more from him then what he was prepared to offer. They went and fell in love with him. It’s not that he didn’t feel badly for them – he honesty did.

  But he told them from day one that love and tradition in relationships was not something they would ever get from him. Apparently they didn’t believe him. He had met many women over the course of his life that thought that they could go into a relationship with a man and eventually change who they were.

  This was always a mistake in his opinion. He had learned his lesson with these women though. Now he knew what to look for and what to avoid when searching for a submissive.

  Now Barbie was leaving. She hadn’t been easy to find, nor easy to train. After a while he knew that this lifestyle wasn’t for her. She really tried to make it for her though. And she had been a good submissive. He had no complaints.

  But he knew that it wouldn’t last forever and frankly he was surprised that she stayed with him for as long as she did. Her problem wasn’t like the first two who wanted to be doms. It wasn’t that she fell in love with him and tried to change him either.

  Barbie’s problem was that she wanted more, just not from him. She was smart enough to know better than to ask him for more, and as she had put it, he really wasn’t her vision of a husband and father. She left to pursue her own desires of getting married and having a family. He could respect that.

  But now he had a huge task ahead of him … replacing her. Had she given him more warning he could have been searching and have had someone to replace her before she even left him. But now he was on his own and didn’t like it at all.

  It wasn’t that he was a needy or clingy person. He just had needs and when they weren’t met when he required them to be, he got restless, careless and couldn’t concentrate on his business.

  A dom without a submissive was like a Christmas tree without decorations. And the worst part of all is that his business suffered when his personal needs were not satisfied.

  Nate owned the most successful publishing company in the country. He was totally self-made which made him what society liked to call, new money. He grew up in a middle class family that was on the lower end of the medium class totem pole.

  He started out doing any and all jobs dealing with the world of writing, working his way up to where he now was. He was filthy rich but he came to be that way by fighting his way to the top of the food chain.

  Now he was worth 4.5 billion dollars; at least that is what Forbes printed in last month’s issue. It was probably closer to 5 billion but he had no plans on calling them on their mistake.

  Frankly, he couldn’t give two shits about impressing people with his bank roll. He wasn’t even that happy that they did a piece on him in the first place.

  Sitting down at his desk in his home office, he began searching the site he started online for people like him to meet up with the right dom or submissive.

  He typed in some very specific keywords into the search; bondage, flogging, spanking, suspension, role play, wax play and flogging. All of these factors didn’t have to be
present for a woman to make his cut, but he preferred one that was into as many of them as possible.

  He hit the search button and was rewarded with a list of over 500 women that matched several of his keywords. New York City was a big place with lots of “freaks”. This was going to be a very long night, he thought to himself as he clicked on the first girl’s profile.

  Hadley was lying back on her couch relaxing. The 10 hours she spent on feet waitressing really took a toll on her. She was only 20 years old but most of the time she felt like she was 50.

  Her best friend Veronica was supposed to come over in about an hour for pizza and a movie. This was their BFF time and had been for years. She sighed deeply. She loved spending this time with Roni, but all she really wanted to do that cold Friday night was work on her manuscript.

  Waitressing, as “wonderful” as it was, wasn’t her dream career. In fact, it wasn’t even a career at all, simply a way to pay the bills until she took off as a writer; if that ever happened.

  Having an hour to kill, she opened up her laptop and pulled up her manuscript. She could at least get some work on it done before her friend arrived. After presenting her idea, which was outlined deeply, the publisher had agreed to take it when it was complete. He even advanced her $10,000 which was huge for an unknown such as herself.

  Choosing a topic had not been a simple task. She had so many idea and interests that narrowing it down was hard. After showing the publisher a whole list of ideas, he turned down every one of them.

  His advice was to go bold – very bold. At the moment, 50 Shades of Grey was a best seller and continued flying off the shelves at an amazing speed. Since Hadley was more of a non-fiction writer, they compromised on the topic.

  She would write a risqué book, but it had to be non-fiction. The publisher agreed and actually called her proposal brilliant. Instead of telling a story about fake characters having twisted sex, she would write a book about real people who were into kinky sex.

  Right now she was still in the research and development stage. That’s when the idea hit her. Instead of watching movies with Roni tonight, she would have her lend a hand in doing the research. Roni was a vanilla about sex as one could be, but she did enjoy learning new things and shocking people with what she knew and what she said, often at the most inappropriate times.

  As if knowing that she was being thought about, Roni gave a short knock at the door of Hadley’s tiny apartment before opening the door and prancing in – a large cheese pizza in her hand.

  “Are you ready for some pizza and a chick flick?” she asked her friend excitedly. Roni loved a good chick flick even though she knew that Hadley would much rather see a serious drama.

  “Actually, I thought that we could skip the movie tonight and do something even more interesting,” Hadley said, raising her eyebrows to indicate that it was something Roni would most definitely enjoy doing.

  “You look like you’re dying to tell me something so hurry up and spill it!” she said, her face all lit up at the idea of doing something different than what they typically did.

  “You know that book I’m working on? Well, I want you to help me research some stuff,” she said.

  “Yes, I know about your book. How could I not? You’re always talking about it. What I don’t get is how you can study sex stuff so hard and not buy a tool and fuck yourself to death! How long has it been since you’ve been fucked? Six months? A year? I’ve lost count but I know it’s an extremely pathetic amount of time for someone who looks like you,” she finished.

  She should have known her friend would bring up her severe dry spell. “Whatever. We’re not talking about my sex life; we’re talking about researching the sex lives of other people. Are you going to help me or not?”

  “Of course I’ll help you. I just want to make one correction to your little speech first and then I’ll be happy to be your sweet little assistant,” Roni offered.

  “Fine, make your correction so we can get started,” Hadley told her, rolling her eyes in what was quickly turning into raw annoyance.

  “You said, and I quote ‘We’re not talking about my sex life’. What you should have said was your lack of a sex life, or at the very least, your non-existent sex life,” she said falling back on the couch laughing.

  “Are you done making fun of me like we’re 16 years old again?” she asked, fully annoyed now.

  “Yes ma’am. You’re the boss so let’s get on this. What type of research did you have in mind?” Roni asked her, finally being serious.

  “My publisher emailed me about a few different websites were people with unusual tastes go to find … er … playmates. I thought we’d check a few out. Maybe find some people that would talk to me about their lifestyle. I prepared a list of interview questions to ask when I was waiting for you to get here,” she explained.

  “You know, that actually sounds like fun. It’s like going through the personal ads in the paper and laughing at all the pathetic, strange people who are desperate enough to advertise themselves so publically,” she said with an excited smile. Hadley knew she would like this sort of research.

  “Okay, let’s get started then,” she said as she typed in the first suggested web address. It seemed very tame; so not what she was looking for. The next site required you to sign up and pay a monthly fee to use the site so that was a no go. She wasn’t about to put out her personal information on any online venue.

  When she got to the third and last site, she knew that she hit the jackpot. It was free to use and all you had to do to use it was sign up. It only required basic sign up information including name, date of birth, email address and password.

  In the name section it actually encouraged use of fake names for users who were shy, nervous or new to the scene. She quickly went to Google and opened up a new email account and within five minutes she was ready to cruise the site.

  She typed New York City into the search and came up with thousands of hits. “I have got to narrow this down. There are way too many people.”

  “Well what kind of topics are you covering in the book? Each chapter has a specific fetish in it right? So type in all those words and see what you get,” Roni suggested.

  “Good idea,” she told her. She picked up her notes and typed in the following:

  Male (she would do a separate female search next)

  Dominant (she would do a separate submissive search next)

  Keywords: bondage, flogging, spanking, suspension, role play, wax play

  “Uh, Hadley? You left out the age question,” Roni pointed out.

  “Yeah I know. I’m not sure what to put in there. I mean, I want to get as many interviews with people of all ages but where should I start?” she asked.

  “Well, you’re 20 and you tend to go for men who are little older than you, so pick the 30-35 choice,” she suggested.

  “Roni, this is not for me to get a date. But, I guess I have to start somewhere so I’ll go with it,” she said filling in the age question. When she hit search she was relieved to see that the results had narrowed significantly. There were only 20 listed for men in that age range in the city.

  Scanning the photos she found herself wondering how the hell some of these men got women to agree to be their submissive. Then she came to the last profile on the page.

  There was a photo of a smoking hot man that caught her eye. She clicked on his profile to find out more. He was 32 and his name was Nate. “I wonder if that’s his real name?” she wondered out loud.

  “Well it says he’s been active for the past 10 years so I’m guessing it is,” Roni decided. “What else does it say?” she asked, leaning forward to get a better look.

  “It says that he is dominant and there is no chance of him switching roles. It says he has very particular tastes and it lists every keyword I put in. Boy is he a freak,” she said in almost a whisper.

  “Maybe, but he’s sexy as hell so he could be anything he wants. I may would let him flog me!” she said laughing
.

  This made Hadley laugh. “Do you even know what that word means, Roni?”

  “Well no, but as long as he’s the one doing it, it couldn’t be all that bad,” she said winking at her friend.

  “Well I don’t know about all that, but he would definitely make a good study subject. I don’t think I could handle interviewing some old fat guy about how he likes to be spanked,” she said laughing at the thought.

  “Send him a message. But remember, you’re not Hadley, you’re Harley,” her friend reminded her.

  “What are you talking about, Roni? My plan is to contact people, tell them what I’m doing and ask if they’re willing to talk to me about it,” she said, shocked at the idea Roni had in her dangerous little mind.

  “Well what fun would that be? Besides, how many people do you think you will get to air their dirty laundry to a total stranger? Even when you tell them that their interviews will be anonymous you’re gonna have a hard time. Look, I know you don’t want to be dishonest, so act like your looking and interested, and after the first date, or whatever they call it, you can spill the proverbial beans,” she suggested.

  Hadley thought this over and decided that Roni was probably right. Even though she felt bad about deceiving people, she clicked the contact button and started a message to this Nate person.

  Dear Nate,

  I saw your add and was intrigued. You’re very sexy and look like you would make a very good teacher. I have always been a bit submissive in the bedroom, but this is my first time actually exploring my submissive side so deeply.

  You may be wondering why I choose you out of all the doms in the New York City area. The truth about that is that your profile says that in addition to being an excellent and much coveted dom, you are also a wonderful teacher who can mold even the most difficult student.

  It also says that you like a challenge. While I feel very confident that I can learn quickly and easily, I do think that I would still provide you with enough of a challenge to keep you interested in teaching me.