Sandy^^^

Having your commands obeyed, your womanhood worshipped, and lightest
wishes treated as urgent commands is extremely arousing.

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Friday
May 18, 1990

T.G.I.F.

This is the only thing that has ran through my head all day. I have been rushing all day the faster I work, the faster I can go to Sandy's house and start my weekend. My whole body is sore. The constant lifting and bending of car repair is somehow worst today. It may be due to my excitement of what's to come.

All day my mind has been divided between what Sandy has in mind, and the eight different phone calls I have had with the financial advisors of the city and dad. The city keeps given me the run around. Dad keeps telling me to stay calm. To top it all off Cindy is hounding me to talk all day. I can tell she has something up her sleeve. I just not sure I want to know what it is.

It is around two in the afternoon when she finally corners me in the office. I am working on a new proposal for the city when she inters the office.

"Hey, can we talk a bit?" She looks nervous as she stands just outside the door.

Knowing I will get nothing done untill she is satisfied I stop, and save the work I have done so far on the computer. "Sure, take a seat." I point at the only other chair that will fit in this small space. "So what can I help you with?" I implore.

Cindy gives me a sheepish look. "Well I wanted to say sorry for the other day. I know you have alot on your plate, and you don't need any drama from me." She apologized "To make up for it I wanted to invite you to a party at the river house. I am having it to welcome Marc and his friends to the area. You know show them some real southern hospitality." The party's we have had at the river house are well known to be wild.

"I can't this weekend Cindy, I am not going to be in town. As a matter of fact. I am trying to hurry up and leave early today." I informed her.

"Oh, not this weekend. It will be next weekend, on Friday. I need you there. Please, come and be my wing man." She begs me. We often play wing man for each other when we try to get a man we are interested in.

No matter how much she has pissed me off this last week. I can't denied she anything. We have been friends for to long to throw it all away. I love her like a sister.

"Sure, Friday just let me know what time." I tell her with a smile.

She jumps up and bounces around the desk and hugs me. "I will let you get back to work. Thanks again" she flys out of the office. Now maybe I can get back to work on the proposal.

It takes me until four to get half done, but unable to wait any longer I tell Jay to close up the shop and hit the road. I try to clear my mind of all my worries on the drive. It will take me a hour to drive to Sandy's house. She took over her mother's house after her death.

It is a nice large brick house.  There is a pond off to the side of the land. Like all fine old southern ladies, I can tell that Sandy's mother big into yard work. The large yard is  filled with all manner of flowers. From  azaleas to zinnias. The place is a picture good enough for Home and Garden.

I arived just after five. Sandy is waiting at the door for me. "You look like death." She declared. "The first thing you need is a good hot shower." She leads me into the house. The front room is a big living room. With beautiful new furniture. The fresh smell of new paint is the frist thing I noticed.

"Been painting?" I ask. From the living room I can see the dinning area. The table and chairs look like they may older. May be this was her mother's.

She laughed and leads me from the living room down a hallway. She stops at the first door on the right. The door opens into a beautiful bedroom. A new coat of cream colored paint covers the walls. The queen size bed is long the far wall. Two small nightstands are on each side of the bed. There is a door on either side of the wrought iron bed. There is a antique cream colored wardrobe on the opposite wall. There is a overstuffed chair that next to the window.

"You can shower in here" she open the door to the left of the bed. "You get freshen up and when you are done we will have a drink and we can talk. Please pay no attention to the tiles in the bathroom. We have been redecorating but have not got to this room yet" I laugh at the avocado green tiles on the floor. The tub, sink, and toilet are all lemon yellow.

I suddenly remembered. "Where is Bull?"

"He had to go to Atlanta today. He sould be back later tonight. We have the whole house to ourselves." She winks at me and disappeared out the door. I lay my bag on the bed and took out my conformable sleep shorts and t-shirt. I take a hot relaxing shower. I feel alot better than when I showed up here.

I make my way back down the hall just as Sandy enters the livingroom with two drinks in her hands. She has me sit on the over stuffed love seat. She wasted no time in making me spill the beans."Tell me, I can see you are still worked up"

"It's just been a very trying week. My dad retired, my best friend thinks I can't handle the shop, as well the whole town. Even the mayor paided me a visit to offer to buy me out. I feel like I am losing control. All I can think is that what you are offering is the only thing that will give me back that control." I breath the last words. I stare into my drink unable to look up at Sandy.

Sandy is silent for a long moment. "Look at me!" She barks.

My head whipes up and I lock eyes with her sturn blue eyes. "This isn't you. You want to be dominant? Well I will show you. We start now!" She placed her glass on the low coffee table at our feet. "To become a good Domme you need to start with the roll of the sub. I am going to put you in that sub's role to show you how to this works." She stands and looks at me.

"How will you do this?" She gives me a hard glare. I snap my mouth shut.

"I do this to show you how you should act. Also to show you the position the sub should display in. Stand up." She commented.

I rise to my feet she directed me to stand in front of her. "There are several different types of positions that the sub knows. I will show you, the one we will concentrate on are attention, inspection, and display. These are the ones that the sub learns frist."

From the next hour she directed me to stand in the different ways. She gives me the reason for each. Also the fram of mind the sub should be in as each one is done.

"First is attention-feet side by side, back straight with chest out, arms by your side. The head should be facing forward with eyes downcast. This is a sign of respect for the dominant."  She only touches the parts of my body that need to be corrected in the way I need to stand. " A sub will not look a dominant in the eye. The sub should be waiting for the dominant's next order. The sub will move only when instructed to do so." Her praise when my eyes go down for some reason makes me feel warm inside.

"Inspection-feet hip with apart, the back should be straight, hands clasped behind the head. The face should be up and the eyes downcast." Again she moves me into the correct position. " This give the dominant the chance to look over every part of the sub's body. It is the submissive responsibility to insure that the sub is keeping his body as to the dominant's liking." I can't help the pride I feel when she praises me.

"Display-this is done kneeling. The knees should be spread shoulder width apart. Chest out, hands clasped behind at the small of the back. Head up with the eyes downcast." She placed a cushion on the floor, and had me repeat going down on my knees until I did it with some type of grace.  " This is the way a sub should wait for the next order from the dominant unless otherwise specified at the time."

"The grace and beauty that the sub preforms these is a reflection of the dominant's training. A sub is trained to the dominant's taste. There are many versions of these. Punishment uses the same movements but with a very different end. " She warns me.

We take a break and both go in the kitchen to fix our supper. We both decided that spaghetti is what we want.  After we have a supper Sandy and I talk more on the sub's needs and the role the dominant takes.

"The dominant is a guide for the submissive. To take away the burden of decision, to help the sub to become a better person, to keep a sub happy and healthy is the reason I love this so much. Bull has full trust in me to guide his every move. I would never betray that trust." She tells me after we clean up the kitchen. We take our drinks back to the livingroom.

"You know that's what I don't get. Why would a man that is built like Bull be a sub? He looks like what I would think a dominant would look like." I tell her as I sip my drink.

"Bull has his reasons for this, but I can tell you that he is very shy. Through his submission he can be free to do things that in reality his shyness would never let him.  All he needs is a command from me. He doesn't have to think about it." She explains. "Tomorrow I will show you some more things. I have some stuff for you to, but I will not tell you about them till tomorrow."

By the time we are done talking it is well past midnight. With my long day at work and the workout Sandy gave me. I am out cold as soon as my head hits the pillow. For the first time in many night my brain doesn't keep me up worrying over the things in my life.