Submission

A bright smile transformed Debra’s pretty face, making her truly beautiful. “I was fortunate enough to have married a man who was my complement. I sometimes wonder if the sub in me was naturally drawn to his Dom nature, or if he has cultivated it in response to what he sensed in me.” She shrugged. “Either way, we were lucky enough to both want the same thing. Once we got past our hang-ups and admitted it, the rest was easy.”

Sable laid down the knife beside the neatly cut pile of onions. “I can’t imagine it being easy. I’m really trying, but I keep feeling like I’m failing him. I can’t seem to meet his expectations.”

Debra patted her arm. “It’s tough, especially when you’re first learning. Plus, it must be daunting to have a superstar in the lifestyle as your Dom.”

Sable nodded. “Yeah, Julian is…daunting.” He was charismatic and authoritative. She would have found him a bit intimidating even if they weren’t trying to act out this charade.

With another stir, Debra turned off the burner. “Everything is ready. Before we rejoin the men, I just wanted to say that I’m here if you need an ear. Your job is to trust him and maintain open communication, but sometimes, you just need the perspective of another woman and a submissive.”

Warmth stirred in her chest. “Thanks. That’s very kind of you.”

“Not at all. If you stay, Dave and I will get quite a commission from the house you’ll buy.” Debra winked as she busied herself laying out the food with Sable’s assistance.

Dave and Debra proved to be pleasant dining companions. He excused himself once during dinner to check on their three-year-old son sleeping upstairs. Sable did her best to hide her surprise that they had a child and bit back the gauche question of how they balanced their D/s lifestyle with parenting. After a moment’s reflection, she supposed it was no different from any other couple’s sex life. They had to be discreet.

Dave, who sat on the couch. The way she sat suggested it was her designated resting pose. How would they explain that to their child in the future? Well, it wasn’t her business, and she supposed they would make it work, just like every other parent did when it came

delicious,” said Julian.

likes to eat well, but hates gourmet restaurants, so he sent me to culinary

or had wanted to go to culinary school. She didn’t think Dave would have

the sturdy ceramic mug in one hand while casually squeezing her thigh with the other. “I’m lucky that Sable enjoys cooking too and seems

smiled. “Thank you. I’m just happy you don’t mind

is Debra’s domain, but I do

Debra rolled her eyes. “Who planted all the spring

her head, either in an affectionate or condescending manner. Sable couldn’t decide which it was supposed to be.

with a small smirk.

flexed his other hand in a

him through her

She didn’t necessarily envy the obvious fact there was likely a spanking in her new friend’s future. Rather, she envied the closeness the couple obviously shared, regardless of their unique predilections. A lump lodged in her throat as she contemplated spending her life alone, never finding what they had. A peripheral glance