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Angel216

Angel216

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Rebecca sighed softly as she twirled a blonde lock of her hair around her fingers. She was sitting in the office, leaning back away from her computer as she took a small break. She was a secretary for a successful and rather big law firm and it got pretty busy during the days. Though, that was not the reason she was down today. What she meant was that, she was nearing 25 years old and she had been at this job for 5 years. It was beginning to dawn on her that she was getting older and that with each passing day, she was no closer to fulfilling her dream of actually becoming an attorney. Just because she was blonde, didn't mean she wasn't clever and on the days she had off, usually the weekends she would spend working on her online college classes, trying to earn a law degree, but it wasn't easy. She twirled her hair around her finger as she bit her bottom lip, chewing on it, then leaned back forward as another client walked in and she murmured,

"How may I help you today, Sir."

She asked him, though, Rebecca had never told anyone, she wanted something else. Her favorite TV shows were action and packed with mystery and drama. Now, that life seemed exciting and she could only imagine what life would be like elsewhere, doing something else. She often daydreamed of doing something else, of taking a risk, and doing something wild. Though, she'd never admit to it, not even to her best friend, who was an attorney, he worked within the law firm like herself and they had become friends almost right away, he was pleasant, nice, funny, and even, god help her, charming, but she wasn't ready to have a boyfriend yet, she wanted one someday, but for now she had too much on her plate between work and college for one now. She snapped herself out of her daydream just in time to hear the man reply and she typed in the information, passed him a magazine to read while he waited for an attorney to talk to and she said,

"He'll be with you shortly, just have a seat and the wait shouldn't be too long, Mr. Williams."

She addressed the man as he left to sit down, after ogling at her for a while. Though, Rebecca was modest and humble, she always had guys ogling at her and complimenting her and staring at her C cup breasts, but she just forcefully and politely tell them to knock it off and to take a seat, until one of the attorneys could see to their needs. She went back to daydreaming as she typed on the computer the information of Mr. Williams before standing up and printing off the paper, she walked with it back to one of the offices, knocking on the door as she realized that Mr. Williams was meeting with her friend and she smiled to herself, waiting for permission to enter as she didn't know if her friend was with another client or in a meeting.
 
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Trevor Stevens heard the knock on the door, and he smiled as he knew it was Rebecca. He liked her very much, and he could tell that she was going to work out just fine. Over the five years that Rebecca had been there at the firm, Trevor had gotten to be her friend, and though he did value her friendship, he also wanted something more intense. He was looking for a way for that to happen, but working with her, when he was in the office and not in court, as well as having lunch with her frequently, and occasionally other things, helped.

"Come in, Rebecca."

Trevor was very pleased to see the lovely blond young woman, and being thirteen years older than her and getting her to tell him all of her thoughts just made it more perfect. He always gave her body a full look over, but she didn't seem to mind it from him like from others. Trevor was used to it now, as he knew, subconsciously, she liked HIM looking at her that way. It was something that was going to be very important later, as she was trusting him with more and more about herself.

Trevor was at least a half foot taller than Rebecca, and his short cut brown hair was a hold over from his time in the Corps. He had the lithe musculature of a jungle cat, and his blue eyes were very intense when he was speaking to you. He had perfected his gaze when he was in the Corps, and now that he was out and in law he made use for it in the courtroom. He looked at her with those eyes, knowing that she would tell him everything about why she was there at his door.
 
Rebecca smiled and stepped into the room, passing him the paper as she stepped up to his desk. She knew that he looked at her, that he appreciated her body, but she didn't mind it so much, they were friends, not strangers after all. She felt a blush spreading over her caramel cheeks, darkening them to a light red as she shifted under his intense, ocean blue gaze. She looked at him, her own blue eyes meeting his as she murmured softly, "Well, Mr. Williams is here to see you, about the Domestic violence case, Mr. Stevens." She shifted again, though, he was one of her best friends and she confided almost everything in him, sometimes he made her uncomfortable under his intense gaze, almost as if he was picking apart her brain and somehow controlling her. She scoffed lightly at the idea, giving a short shake of her head as she smiled at him again, then asked, "Should I send him in then?"

She asked him as she waited for his answer, her smile a slash of white against her caramel colored skin. She also had lunch with him on a regular basis, usually on their lunch breaks at work, when the firm would close for an hour for all employees to take lunch. Sometimes, they would go over to the starbucks and eat a sandwich there, and other times, they would both just kick back in his office, with lunches they packed from home and eat there, laughing and tell jokes with each other. She shook away all thoughts of being uncomfortable after all that was silly. She shouldn't be uncomfortable with a friend, a best friend, of five years and so she merely shook it off, giggling softly as the blush faded and she waited in his office.

Today, she wore a tight blouse over her standard white shirt, though, she wanted to remain friends with Trevor, sometimes, she flirted with him. Like, today, she had unbuttoned the first few buttons on her dark blue blouse, to allow a small view of her cleavage through the thin white shirt that she wore underneath. The black lace bra that cupped her round mounds and pushed them up so that they had more volume. She also wore a navy blue skirt that stopped just above her knees, with black stockings that swooped down to meet with black high heels, the skirt and the blouse clinging to her curves and almost complementing them as she bit her bottom lip again. She wondered if Trevor could tell something was bothering her, that she had daydreams of doing something else and then she shook that off as well, that was another silly assumption and she smiled again, wanting to hide any signs of distress. It's not that she didn't want to tell him, she did, she just didn't want to cause him to think any different of her or to, the lord help us all, end the friendship because he thought her too weird to even be thinking of those types of things. These thoughts flew through her mind as she waited for him to respond, shifting again, in front of his desk.
 
Trevor was very pleased with the clothing that Rebecca was wearing, and he was very glad that he had used the subtle techniques with how he talked and touched her to get her to be more open with her body in relation to him. He was not tricking her at all, rather allowing her to feel much more at ease with both herself and him. He also helped her to be more assertive, especially with those who didn't match what she needed. She had yet to pick up on it, but it made it where he was the only male that she shared as much as she did with. It wasn't anything like manipulation or messing with her mind really, rather he was coaxing out of her things she wanted both from herself and for herself. He then smiled, nodding as he slowly rose from behind the desk.

"Absolutely, show him in, Rebecca."

Trevor was there beside Rebecca as Mr. Williams came into his office. After shaking his hand and asking him to have a seat, Trevor turned to Rebecca and spoke softly. His words were well-chosen, and his manner just commanding enough as he spoke with authority to her.

"Thank you, Rebecca. That is a very nice outfit, perfect for today. I am going to take you out for lunch today, as I feel that we need to feel more comfortable when we talk. Please bring me the Harrison file in about an hour."

As he nodded for her to shut the door, he turned back to Williams, not telling her where he was taking her for lunch so that she would be surprised.
 
Rebecca smiled and nodded as she walked to the lobby to fetch Mr. Williams. On the way back, Mr. Williams slapped her on the behind and she jumped, yelping before she turned to shoot him her worse glare, she opened the door to Trevor's office, making Mr. Williams march in before her as she stalked in, her face a beet red of anger. She went to stand beside Trevor, working her jaw as she shot another glare at him. She was angered that's for sure, but then she heard Trevor's soft voice and she slowly calmed down, shooting one last glare at Mr. Williams. She slowly nodded, smiling again, her friendly demeanor back as she looked at trevor and murmured,

"Of course, Mr. Stevens."

She nodded and walked out, shutting the door behind her, though, Trevor hadn't told her where he was taking her out to lunch and so she just shrugged it off and went back to her station, sitting down and leaning back in her chair, rubbing at her temples, before she leaned forward and got to work on her computer.
 
Trevor mildly scolded Williams, as it was not his place to put his hands on Rebecca. He reminded the other man she was reserved for someone else, and after a mutual smile they moved on to the business at hand. After about an hour, Trevor and Williams were done. He let Williams out the door to his office, and the man went to where Rebecca's desk was. He then asked for her to schedule him an appointment for another day on Trevor's calendar, and then proceeded to apologize for his earlier behavior. As soon as Rebecca gave him his appointment time, he left and then Trevor called her on the office line.

"Rebecca, go ahead and get ready to come back her so we can go to lunch, the other secretaries can handle things for a while."

Trevor, always sensing she had things to talk about, used his position as a senior partner to take long lunches. That was also the advantage of being a rainmaker of the firm, and with over half the clients he brought to the firm not even having to take longer than thirty minute to hour long meetings, he was also one of the most efficient at producing results as well. He wasn't a perfect man, but he was very damn good at what he did. He would already be securing his computer, and ready to take her to lunch by the time she had come back there. They always used the private elevator on the other side of the building, as it was exclusively for the offices on their floors.
 
During the hour, Rebecca had scanned through files about Mr. Harrison, putting them together in a manilla envelope as she smiled softly and looked up at Mr. Williams, she still had a temper at him, but then she was surprised that he apologized and she nodded and smiled again as she set up his next appointment on the computer. Then she scooped up the manilla envelope as Trevor called her into his office, and as she stepped into the room she laid the manilla file on his desk, looked up and nodded hesitantly. She almost wondered if he had sensed that something was wrong with her, but she shrugged it off again as she went and propped up the sign that read will return in one hour and grabbed her purse. Then she went back to his office, to watch him securing his computer as she smiled softly and murmured,

"Alright Trevor, what's for lunch today, what's the surprise?"
 
"I am taking you to your favorite restaurant for lunch, Rebecca. Don't worry, as I told Sylvia that if we are not back in an hour to route everything through her desk. And I told her not to go through things unless she had a definite idea of what she is looking for and where."

Trevor knew that Rebecca hated when people had to go through her desk without her there, but as he knew she needed to talk they were taking a longer lunch time. It was not seen as unusual, as he did the same for both fellow partners at the firm and others there from time to time and even clients on occasion. Trevor knew that Rebecca needed the time, with it just the two of them. He hadn't initiated that, rather it came about from her own need for many things. She didn't understand it all yet, but he was beyond keenly aware. He had spotted it five years ago when she was hired, and he only cultivated and nurtured it in subtle ways.

He found her to be a very desirable woman, someone who needed to be guided and ultimately under the dominance of a man like Trevor, and he knew that she had to be getting very close. He had, in his time in the Corps, taken psychological warfare classes, and part of the studying was intense focus on the different personality types. Rebecca, he keyed in on, was a classic closeted submissive who was close to the need to give it all to someone but didn't yet know it was what she needed. He smiled and took her arm, something he always did, and then led her to the private elevator for both members and employees of the firm. He pressed the button down to the private garage, the floor that had his car on it.

"I'll drive this time. You drove the last time we had lunch out."
 
Rebecca smiled as she heard that and she nodded, she was genuinely excited to go to taste of thai, they had great food and great class, but she knew it was expensive. So as he took her arm and led her to the elevator, she fished in her purse for her wallet, pulling it out as they stepped onto the elevator and she looked at him and tilted her head, asking,

"But are you sure, it's expensive?"

She hesitated as she handed him a fifty dollar bill, or rather, tried to hand it to him. She smiled sheepishly and blushed lightly as she nodded at his statement. Again, she wondered if he knew what she was thinking about, if he knew that she was upset. But, again, she shrugged it off, she knew that to be a silly and absurd thought as they reached the floor and she stepped out of the elevator, looking around for his car, while still holding out the fifty, waiting for him to take it as she blushed and her smile grew more sheepish as she looked at him, biting her lower lip in thought.

Thoughts ran through her head, yes she was enamored by him, but he was her best friend and she didn't want to cross that line. Although, another thing was that she was just to busy to get involved with anyone, so she wanted him to stay as a friend. Another thought of guilt ran through her, she wanted to tell him what had been on her mind lately, but she was afraid he would judge her or worse, end their friendship. She knew that she shouldn't want what she wanted, it was morally wrong, but at the same time, what she wanted would give her life adventure, excitement from the lull of everyday that she spent on her online class and at work. She let out a barely audible sigh, her brow furrowing as her sheepish smile pulled down into a frown. She wanted someone to take control of her life, to command and order her to do things she would never do otherwise, but how would Trevor take her confession? She decided not to tell him, at least not today, though, she had to fight the urge to blurt it out.

For her, it was slightly troubling and worrisome that she wanted this, but the urge to want it, the urge to talk about, the urge to get it were so strong within her. Though, she knew that she wasn't quite yet ready to tell Trevor, so she forced a smile, retracted her hand with the money, as she decided she would pay as soon as they arrived at the restaurant and tucking the money back into her purse, she strode towards his car, looking back at him, "Well are you going to come or not?"

(sorry about the short post, I am still sickish :( ))

(now I can edit it to make it better now that I am, for the most part, Better. ))
 
(actually, I like it and it is good. Sorry for the delay.)

Trevor smiled and gestured for her to to get into the car after he opened the door for her. He love Asian food, and Thai was one of his favorites. The place they would be having lunch was not that pricy, but he knew that she was watching her money. He didn't blame her, but then as the rainmaker of the firm he had a lot he could do and say. The firm was worth almost two billion dollars, and he could afford to take extended vacations if and when he wanted to and the firm would be just fine. He was very pleased as Rebecca was being so open about how she was feeling, though it was purely from a non-verbal way of saying it.

Soon, they were at the restaurant, and he took hold of her arm and led her inside. They were seated very shortly at a booth that was theirs, and he let her order her beverage. He himself ordered a Thai tea, and he waited while the waitress got those for them. He was very pleased with the prompt service, and he then smiled and waited for the drinks. It didn't take long and after the waitress got back he asked her for a little time on their appetizer and main dish choices. After the waitress left, he smiled as he sipped his tea and then spoke.

"You know, Rebecca, I always know when you need to talk about something. I know there is something on your mind, and I want to know what it is. I know you know that I will always be honest and give you my direct and immediate thoughts."
 
Rebecca smiled as she sat down in his car and sat back, relaxing, she was relaxed in his presence, how could she not be, he was her best friend, the one she felt the most comfortable about. She took his arm as she stepped out of the car and then walked inside, where she ordered a soft drink, a root beer. She was surprised when they bought it to her within a few moments. She smiled and leaned forward as she started to drink her root beer and then she nearly coughed as he said that he knew that something was on her mind.

Immediately, she felt guilty for hiding it from him, then she felt justified, after all, she was allowed to have a private life, too, but she also was afraid to tell him, mostly afraid of judgement as she swirled her straw with her mouth through the dark liquid, watching the air bubbles reach the surface as she blushed slightly and then looked at him, knowing he was expecting an answer. Part of her wanted to blurt it out, just to get it off her chest and to get it out in the open, but the other part, the part that was afraid, was more dominant and prevailed as she shook her head slightly and murmured.

"There's not...nothing wrong, well there....there's something, but I'm just not ready to tell you, Trevor."
 
"I know that you will, Rebecca. You always do tell me when you are ready. And if it is nothing wrong then you know that you can tell me without any fear of judgement on my part.

Trevor never judged Rebecca, as he didn't see any reason to. She was a young and vibrantly healthy woman who needed what he wanted to give her, he just was letting her decide for herself she needed it. The moment she did, that she tired of pretending what she needed she didn't want and she told him, he was going to help her. He sipped his tea, smiling as he let her see his caring gaze at her the entire time. He was both reassuring and coaxing her, already having a way of putting forth to her what would most certainly end the "boredom" that was in fact driving her crazy.
 
Rebecca nodded, still stirring her rootbeer around as she sipped at it and waited for the waitress to come back, then she ordered the sweet and sour chicken stir fry and looked back at Trevor as she nodded, it was driving her crazy and she wanted to tell him, wanted to blurt it out, but something just held her back for now. She smiled softly, biting her lower lip, before shaking her head as she murmured,

"Trevor, maybe I will tell you, but just not right now."

She waited for him to order as she picked at the napkin beside her drink, sipping the rootbeer as she looked at him. She knew that he was calm and even tempered and she hoped that she hadn't hurt him, by not telling him what was on her mind, but she wasn't sure. Unlike her, Trevor was hard to read, his different emotions rarely showed up on his face and, even though they'd been friends for five years, it was difficult for her to read him. However, she could see that he was now caring about her, about what was on her mind, perhaps, she should tell him, but she shook her head again, and sipped at her drink as she waited for the waitress to bring back their main dishes.
 
Trevor ordered the Phad Thai Supreme with double meat and peanut chicken, smiling and letting Rebecca know that she could take her time. He knew she would tell him before they went back to the office, as this was the right time for her. She wanted to tell him, her body letting him know that she was ready to burst with the information. He wasn't pushing her now, as pushing would come later. He wondered when the time would come when it would hit her that he had known all along, had sensed it from the day he interviewed her for her job.

"I do understand, Rebecca. I just want you to know that when you are ready, I am hear to listen and to give you all the help, advice, and guidance that I can. You know by now that I don't judge you, and that I see our time together as valuable and for your greatest benefit."
 
Rebecca nodded, still thinking as she sipped her soda and smiled as their plates arrived, she shifted uncomfortably, opening her mouth and then closing it again, not sure what to say, she wanted to tell, she knew in the back of her head that she needed to tell him, but something kept holding her back. She was happy for the distraction of her food and she picked up her fork and pushed a forkful of food into her mouth, happy that it stopped her from spilling the beans. She knew that he wouldn't judge her and that they were best friends, but still the uncertainty and doubt held her back from speaking her mind. She shifted again in her seat, pushing another forkful of food into her mouth, nodding to acknowledge that she had heard him, and that she was listening as she leaned forward to wash the food down with rootbeer before smiling at him, shifting again, her mouth opening and closing again as she finally found the right words to say as she murmured,

"Well I...I know and I want to tell you, just that...I am uncertain and doubtful, I know I shouldn't be, you're my best friend.....I guess my uncertainty and doubtfulness stems from myself, I am uncertain and doubtful about myself, about what I want in life. You know, I mean, I'm hoping to become a lawyer myself, I am studying online for it during my free time and I guess that's what I want in life, but something just doesn't feel right about that. It's not that I am uncertain about you judging me or doubtful that you will understand, it's just that.....I am undoubtful of myself."

She knew she had said too much and she looked down at her food as she shifted in her seat again, picking up another forkful as she pushed it into her mouth. Her cheeks turning a deep dark red as she blushed and chewed her food, happy for the distraction to stop talking again as she leaned forward and washed it down with rootbeer again.
 
You are doubtful about being a lawyer because you have not given all of yourself to another, Rebecca. You are doubting because being a lawyer involves embracing all of yourself, and you haven't yet done that. There are things you need to do, want to do, and with someone you trust implicitly, and you are feeling that without having done those, you cannot give yourself to the law. It is natural, and I can see in you a very great lawyer, Rebecca, and I tell you that you should do precisely that. Embrace those parts of you, and those things about yourself, so that you can move into who you will be as a lawyer.

Trevor said those things before he ate a bite, as his food needed to cool a bit. After he finished, he turned to the food before him. The peanut chicken, dark meat of full and plump chicken thighs, had been de-boned and rolled into a thick coating of a mixture of pulverized and finely chopped roasted peanuts. Then fried till done tender and juice, then braised for a short time to seal in the flavors as well as add the peanut butter based sauce to them. He also relished the Phad Thai, the tender wide rice noodles with bean sprouts, egg, finely chopped veggies, small cubes of tofu, and hearty sized shrimp and prawns with tender mussels and scallops, and chunks of chicken, beef, lamb, pork, venison, lobster, crab, and bacon. He smiled, as he loved Oriental food, and it made him feel closer to her as well.
 
Rebecca shifted in her seat, uncomfortably again as she took another bite of her own dish. Her own dish had plump, round chicken strips, marinated with lemon and pepper to add a spice. It had pineapples scattered throughout the variety of veggies, including broccoli, cucumbers, carrots, bell peppers, onions, and potatoes, all grilled until they were soft, and chewy with a thick coating of red-orange sauce that dripped down the stir-fry, topped with white, tender rice, baked and soft as she took another bite. She knew what she needed, what she wanted, but could she really come forth and admit the humiliating truth to Trevor? It even embarrassed her to know that she wanted a man to dominate her life, every aspect of it. It embarrassed her to know that she wanted a man to touch her in ways that no one had ever touched her before, to be exposed to a man in ways that she hadn't been before.

It embarrassed her that she had lude dreams at night as she slept, dreams of her being on her knees before a man, servicing him as if she were a slave, a sex slave. It embarrassed her that she often day dreamed about being tied, gagged, and bound to a bed while a man roughly fucked her. She felt her cheeks grow a darker red the more she thought about it and she wondered, if by chance, she did admit this to Trevor, would he be aghast at her, disgusted by her, horrified by her? She bit her bottom lip hard as all these thoughts rushed through her head and then finally finding the words again, she murmured,

"But what if what I want, those parts of me that I haven't embraced are so humiliating that I'm unwilling to admit them to my best friend, so humiliating that even I turn red when I think about them?"

She finally asked him, as she took another bite, enjoying the food and the taste in the decor of the room as she leaned forward and sipped at her rootbeer again, waiting for his response.
 
The most humiliating thing is waiting too long to admit what you want and need, Rebecca. This is especially true when someone you trust, someone who may be perfectly willing to help you with your needs and desires, may already see what you need and be very willing to give those things to you as you need. It wouldn't be a matter of telling your best friend, rather of confirming what is obvious to the friend who sees and approves of so much of you already.

Trevor was honest, as Rebecca needed all of his honesty now. He smiled as he ate some more of his food, very hungry all of a sudden. He was hungry for more than just food, but he was willing to wait on Rebecca to tell him more. His eyes told her that he was not condemning her at all, and that as always he understood her totally. He did know, and did want to help her. He had always been Dominant, a real Alpha Male personality who also knew that it was also all about the Female submissive wanting things. He used his chopsticks deftly, his eyes never leaving hers as he made it very clear that he was there for her, even more than she knew at the moment.
 
Rebecca blushed a darker shade of red as she realized that he may already know. She looked down, allowing her long blonde locks to fall forward and hide her blush as she ate some more of her own dish. She shifted again, she could feel his eyes on her and she bit her bottom lip, she couldn't possibly tell him, could she? She looked up to meet his eyes and she could see that he wouldn't condemn her if she told him. She shifted again, under his steady gaze as she looked back down at her food, digging in, and eating more. She was a dark, fierce red by now and she took a sip of her rootbeer, hoping that her blush would fade as she opened her mouth and closed it again, her humiliation clear as she realized he had known all this time. Well if he had known, then what was holding her back, now, from telling him? Her Humiliation, Her Uncertainty, Her Doubt? She wasn't quite sure, but she kept eating her dish, knowing that she couldn't prolong it as she looked down at her dish and realized she was almost done, maybe when she was done, she would tell him. Every inch of her body and her mind was inching to blurt it out, but still that small thing held it back as she continued to eat, looking back at him, still blushing.
 
Trevor allowed Rebecca not to say anything, as she needed the silence. They were both also hungry, and he knew that she needed to eat as well. He had known all along what she needed, and he had not wanted to force it out of her. It would have been counter productive for everything that needed to happen. He was eating his Phad Thai and peanut chicken, offering her some if she wanted any. He loved watching her eat, as her eating habits showed off a bit of herself in them. He was ready to do whatever Rebecca needed, especially as he knew her so well. He was almost finished as well, knowing that it was part of the process for her to be humiliated, but mainly from waiting so long to acknowledge what she needed. She was needed to be dominated, to be made to submit to someone and to glory and revel in being possessed, owned, and totally cared for on a level she didn't yet understand. Trevor sipped his tall Thai tea, and when he set it down he spoke softly to her, his tone showing he was not wanting to embarrass her in public but that now she had to tell him what she was needing to.

"Rebecca, you know me by now, and you know that I am here for you no matter what. I am your friend and your mentor, as you remember, and I have helped you with so much already. You know that I can help you with this, no matter what it is. All you have to do now is to be totally honest with me."
 
Rebecca flushed and squirmed, uncomfortably in her seat as she felt her eyes on her, watching her eat. She scooped up the last bit of food and ate it, swallowing a bit harder than was necessary as she took a sip of her rootbeet. She looked up at him as he spoke in the soft voice, and she knew that what he said was true, that perhaps, it was time to tell him. As he spoke to her in that same soft voice, her fear, and uncertainty seemed to disappear as she blushed slightly and looked up, taking a deep breath as she finally muttered, shifting in her seat, her cheeks turning a darker red as she murmured the truth she had tried to keep hidden.

"I....I'm a submissive, I don't have anyone to dominate my life and it's....it's been frustrating me lately, because I've....I've grown bored of life. Of doing the same thing, day in and day out, it's not fun for me, if you want to judge me, you can, I know you said you wouldn't, but most men and women find being submissive repulsive and morally wrong, so if you want to judge me then you can, maybe it'll knock some sense into me."

She muttered as a half joke, a small smile tugging up on the corners of her mouth before she frowned again, looking down, her cheeks a deep, dark red as she pushed her fork around her plate. She bit her bottom lip, chewing on it, praying that he wouldn't judge her like he had promised, but she wasn't sure if he would or not.
 
Trevor smiled, both at her finally telling him and for her telling him what he already knew. He took her hand in his, his tone very soft but direct and also assertive as he spoke. He wanted her to know all of what he had to say, and as he looked right into her eyes he knew how she was going to respond when he was finished.

"Rebecca, I know, and there is nothing wrong with it at all. I am not judging you because.. I am a Dominant. I have known that about myself for a very long time. I didn't tell you about that not to be intentionally deceptive to you, rather I didn't want you to ever feel pressured into going too fast with discovering those things about yourself. I wanted you to discover things because, as your friend, I know that if I am to help you I had to let you get to this point on your own."

He paused, looking into her eyes still and let it sink in. As he continued, he caressed her hand with caring movements, wanting her to understand what he was saying was real and true.

"Now, at this point, I have to tell you that you need a full education about being submissive, and I would love to help you with that."
 
Rebecca bit her bottom lip as she chewed on it, listening to him, her pupils widening as he told her that he was a dominant. She'd never have guessed it and a part of her didn't trust him. She immediately felt guilty, but she half wondered if this was just some prank, that if she walked into work tomorrow the whole company would be laughing at her gullibility. She nodded slowly as he explained, still doubtful of the sincerity in his words as she blushed a darker red as she looked up at him, still biting her lower lip. She saw sincerity and truth in his eyes and then she heard his offer. She did want to learn more and, perhaps by him teaching her more and dominating her, the need would be satisfied and it would stop gnawing on her mind. She tentatively nodded as she murmured,

"that would be nice if you could do that? I don't know much about being a submissive, I just know that I am."
 
"I think, as tomorrow is Friday, we should get started then, Rebecca."

Trevor wanted her to realize he was serious, as he did intend to get her initiated into submission as soon as possible. He smiled at her, his eyes shining with a great deal of genuine affection for her. He had moved her, guided her more than manipulated her, as she needed those five years to decide for herself what she needed. He wanted that, because now it was really all her own decision and nothing else. He spoke very softly to her, knowing that she would be the only one able to hear him as he told her about what should be done.

"You know... I am taking some vacation time, and we both have the same amount saved up. As I am a named partner, and there are enough people to take up the slack, I think we can get away with the two of us taking the time away. My home is perfect for the two of us doing this exploration together, and as serious as we both are, I don't think much advantage exists in either of us delaying any longer in going forward with it. Do you, Rebecca?"

He smiled, as the way he pronounced her name was very loving and sensual, something that he had always done when they were alone together.
 
Rebecca bit her bottom lip and nodded, listening quietly to him, nodding in agreement. On Friday's their law firm was closed and she could go over to his house and get started. She looked up at him as he suggested vacation time and she chewed on her lower lip, it would be good for her to get out of the office for a couple of weeks to just be with him and experiment with her submissive side. She nodded again, smiling softly, almost tenderly at him as she said,

"yes that could work, I could make arrangements for my vacation time to start next week and I have three weeks off, of accumulated vacation time, if you'd like that?"

She leaned forward, smiling, a part of her excited, more so than she had been in the last few weeks as she sipped the rest of her rootbeer, finishing it up.
 
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