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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Ok another fantasy write, this first section it's just an introduction to the story and characters will add more when I can
Sara was the kind of lady that didn't speak her mind, bit her tongue and liked to keep the peace. Throughout her life many people had told her that she was ‘too nice for her own good’. She’d never responded to that comment, but it hurt because it was true. She always prioritised other people's feelings over her own and was yet to discover the reason for this. She disliked her submissive nature, the way she allowed, almost invited in fact, people to treat her like she didn't even exist. Yet she’d never done anything to change it, until now.
She'd met a handsome man called Josh at the bar that she worked, one bitterly cold Friday evening. He'd noticed how she walked with her head down and the way she seemed to cower out of people's way as they passed. ‘Excuse me miss’ he called out to her ‘what can I help you with Sir? Another drink? Sorry about that, in a world of my own’ she stuttered. ‘No need to apologise silly, I just wanted to talk to you, if you don't mind’ he replied with a soft, gentle smile. She hid her face behind her hair and fidgeted with the cloth that she had in her hand. ‘are you sure? ‘ she asked hesitantly. Why does he want to talk to me she thought to herself, maybe he's trying to sell something or he needs directions to somewhere she told herself. ‘yes, I am sure, I want to know why a lady as beautiful as yourself is so shy and lacking in confidence’, ‘I'm not beautiful , I'm really not at all’ came her reply as she shook her head.
Over the course of the evening the two of them chatted and Sara felt more relaxed around him as the evening progressed. Before they knew it, closing time was upon them and Josh had to leave, he thanked her for brightening his evening up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before picking up his coat and heading out of the door. Sara was smiling, for the first time in such a long time she'd felt appreciated, acknowledged, like she mattered.
Over the next few weeks, Josh drank at the bar and talked to Sara every Friday night. She looked forward to seeing him, as he did her. Those few hours that they shared together were an escape for her, with Josh she could speak her mind without worrying. He was fascinated by her beauty and wished she could value herself as much as he did. He'd hover around the other side of the dance floor many times to see if her confidence had grew and every time, her head was bowed as it was when he first met her. Josh had a proposition for her but first he had to tell her his deepest secret.
He offered to walk her home after work and he’d drank more than usual that night, he needed some Dutch courage. ‘Sara, if I tell you something, please don't let it lessen your opinion of me’ he said looking deeply into her eyes. ‘I won't, what is it?’ she asked, her mind went into overdrive she hoped he was going to tell her that he had fallen for her as she had him. Oh how she longed to hear those words. ‘Well, there's no easy way to say this, but well, erm I have a bit of a kink or fetish or however you'd like to refer to it and I'd very much like your help’ Sara was dumbfounded, all she could manage was ‘you want to lick my feet?!’. Josh laughed ‘no, not a foot fetish, I like to be ordered and controlled, I'm a sub and I want you to be my mistress’. ‘Oh Josh, I can't make decisions for myself, let alone give someone orders’ she whispered, feeling disappointed that he hadn't declared his love for her. |