The Sophistry of Freedom (zeeman and tia)

[Tia]

It had been a hell of a year. Margaret had moved away from her home, her family and she had started a new job. It was a new city that she lived in and a new job that she worked in and no one knew her name. Which suited Margaret just fine. She didn't want anyone to know her, she didn't want anyone to be able to find her or know who she was or what she had used to be. Or more precisely, what she had nearly used to be.

Margaret was on her way home from work. She had stopped off at the store to get some food and then she had started to make her way home. The apartment where she lived was small, humble and not really anything to write home about (as they said) but it was hers and she loved it. The way home was through some quiet streets, and Margaret had the distinct feeling that she was being watched. But she was used to this kind of feeling and she paid it no heed.

Margaret was average height, since the situation with Simon she had taken to dressing in oversized clothes, shapeless and unflattering. That was no different today, a long brown skirt and a very oversized blouse which hid her pery breasts and good figure very well. She didn't want anyone to see it, didn't want anyone to see her so she put her head down and made her way through the streets.

 

[zeeman]

Simon Richards was a very patient man when he had to be, and now was one of those times. Simon was not your average Joe in many ways, most particularly in his views on sex. He was a Dom personality, something he had found out not too long ago after finding the alternative sexual lifestyle and doing some exploring and experimenting. He had come to realize he was drawn to being a Dom. He had been reading and studying and had even had some training from a female Dom, but he had not actually finished his training when he had met Margaret. he had been drawn to her and had almost immediately picked up on that she had a Sub personality, only she of course had no idea. Simon had been a bit impatient, had not taken enough time to explain things to her, he should have asked for help to show her the way and to open her eyes up to the lifestyle. his own ego was to blame he knew now, if only he could find a way to have a second chance to show her properly.

their very first sexual encounter had not gone off the way he had hoped or planned, maybe the problem was he had not properly planned. he had just assumed she would love and welcome every thing he did to her. he had been very wrong. She had very reluctantly let him bind her, or quite possibly she had been in shock and had not offered resistance because she could not think fast enough, her Sub mentality just letting herself be tied up. He did not read the signs right, he flogged her, punished her and fucked her hard after teasing and tormenting her. he had been so excited and into it he had not realized she was freaked out. and just as soon as he was finished with their session and had untied her, she dressed quickly and left. She made up some excuse and left very quickly, he had just figured she needed time maybe to sort things out and to come to terms with being his Sub. how wrong he had been. she didn't just leave his house, she packed up and left town, she fled from him.

He was angry at first, very angry, but then he came to realize his mistake after it was pointed out to him. So he swallowed his pride and devised a plan to get her back, it may now be the smartest plan but it was all he had. His female Dom friend did her best to explain to him how stupid he had been and tried to get him to admit he needed more training before he could be a Dom himself. he settled for a few long lectures and a few more sessions from her and reading the books she recommended to him. it wasn't the best way to be trained but it was better than nothing. in the mean time he had tracked her down, she was living in a small city several hours away. being the genius he was and computers being his field of study, it was not really all that hard for him to track her down. everyone leaves a trace or trail to follow, if you know how to read the signs.

she had been gone for a few months already and that was okay as it took him a bit of time to set things up anyways. he somewhat finished his Dom training and he had other things to set in place before he made his move. he had found her and stalked her enough to know her routines now. he had a nice secluded place just outside of the city she was now in. everything was in place, and there she was, walking with her head down, just like the Sub she was. Simon had this planned out very well and today he would make his move. he had a van and was driving slowly down the street. he had even gone as far as wearing a very good disguise for the occasion. he went and drove on past her as he knew exactly where she was going. he had the perfect place picked out. he parked on the street, knowing she would be by in a minute. the street was empty, no prying eyes to see. he got out with his old man disguise in place, he had really outdone himslel, he could pass for a feable old man quite easily, at least for a short time.

he had the side door to his van open and had an old stuffed chair halfway out the door, he was pretending to be having a hard time with it. out of the corner of his eye he could see her approaching, perfect, this was working like a charm so far.

 

[Tia]

If she had any idea of who was ahead of her, Margaret would have turned and run in the opposite direction as fast as she could. But she had no idea and she was on her way home. Of course, Simon was right; she was a very submissive person and yet she did not know that. She was not aware of that in herself. She wanted to please people, she wanted to avoid conflict and, more than that, she had a deep seated sense of guilt which meant that she wanted and needed to be kept in line. She didn't like the idea of being alone, but she was. She didn't like the idea of being in charge of her life, but she was. She really hated the thought that she was alone, but she was. She hated her life right now.

So, head down, she was making her way through the streets. She had been thinking about her life, how lonely she was and whether she'd done the right thing here by living on her own and trying to have a normal life. A job and a house and all the rest of it.

But she was taken out of her internal reverie when she saw an elderly man who was struggling to get a chair out of a van in front of her and Margaret dismissed all thoughts from her head, those thoughts which were silly and selfish and typically her, and she hurried forward. "Sir? Can I help you, sir?" she asked, with a smile, moving to take the chair from him and help him the best way she could. But keeping her gaze away from his, not wanting to meet his gaze.

 

[zeeman]

Simon had played it perfectly, she was so very close now, falling right into his trap. She was walking faster to him, to help him, asking if he needed help, just like a good Sub should. he had to make sure he used his fake old man voice. "why thank you my sweet child, if you could just help me get this chair in my van. do you think you could climb on in and lift it up, I am too feable to do this kind of stuff anymore." he was making himself sound depressed and pitiful, and very weak. if he could get her to get int he van and lift the chair in, he would have her!