“Jesus, you are thorough, aren’t you?” Dylan sneered. “Emilio was surrounded by nothing but shit. First, Simons and now this Christopherson guy? I can only imagine what it was like for Isabel growing up around such scumbags.”
“Anyway, I just need the go ahead to get things rolling. Also, if I’m not able to verbally persuade him, how far do you want me to take matters?”
Swinging his chair around, Dylan looked out the window while he thought things over. Sawyer knew what needed to be done for a satisfactory resolution, but with everything that had happened he didn’t want to bring anymore negative attention to the Youngs’ lives.
“Let’s not do anything rash. If Christopherson doesn’t agree to back off, we’ll follow through with our threats and expose him. Maybe that will be enough that the judge in charge of Emilio’s case will dismiss the appeal and relinquish all funds to Isabel. If not, then we’ll just let things play out,” he finally answered.
“Good plan.”
Several hours later, Sawyer was surprised by a courier dropping off an envelope addressed to him. The flourished feminine handwriting wasn’t one he recognized and he quickly tore into it.
“Mr. Morrison, let me start by saying this letter is not only to apologize for my distance last night, but an admission of guilt. I was not myself. I was nervous and I could feel myself drifting away with each passing minute. Let me be clear – it was not because of you, but rather my own fears. I felt so unsure of myself next to you, but you made me feel something I haven’t felt in a very long time – needed. Being back at the club during our first introduction felt like home, but it was like an empty home without my Sir.
Last night, however, was different and I’m having a difficult time with that. I find you very attractive and while I watched you with Isabel, all I kept thinking about was that I wanted you to push my limits the way my Sir had done. Our shower together was amazing and giving you pleasure set me on fire, but I’m afraid of what I’m feeling because of shame. My mind knows I am not betraying my Master, but my heart tells me that I am, and my body says something altogether different. It says: take me, Mr. Morrison. So you see I have many emotions to contend with. Which part of me do I listen to?
I realize that we’ve only met and I am not trying to force anything, but I am a strong believer in full disclosure and communication so I am merely being up front with you about how you make me feel. You will be in contact with many submissives over the next several weeks and months, but I sincerely hope you find your way back to me and know that whatever your decision is, I will remain at your service until you feel comfortable as a Dominant.
As someone who will have a direct hand in your training as a Dom, from here forward, this is my promise to you: I will be nothing less than courteous and helpful to you at all times. I will be open and share my experiences with you, along with the knowledge that I have acquired during my years in the BDSM community.
Sincerely, Sarah.
P.S. Thank you for taking a chance on a still grieving and confused submissive.
P.S.S. That kiss was amazing.”
Sawyer was touched at Sarah’s honesty and he quickly put pen to paper to respond.
“My sweet Snowflake, you’re much too hard on yourself. You really have no idea how amazing you are do you? Fear is not always a bad thing. Living your life the way you want and taking risks is terrifying. But fear of losing someone is a far greater thing to be afraid of. This is what you truly fear, isn’t it? A great many things scare me, too - most especially loss. Since you’re disclosing fully, let me do the same: I am not afraid of your attraction to me nor am I afraid of your honesty. It’s refreshing and nothing less than alluring.
I do not take promises, written or spoken, lightly and I fully intend to hold you to the promises you have made to me in the letter you sent. In turn, I will make you a promise: I will be responsive to all that you have to offer me and take full advantage of your knowledge and experiences. Difficult as it may be, I will not hide what my mind and body are feeling so that I might learn the responsibilities as a forthcoming, conscientious and trustworthy Dominant. Above all else, I will wear the title of Dominant with honor and never give reason or cause for others to think negatively of the roles of Dominant and submissive.
Only time will tell if our destinies are meant to be. Until then, I look forward to our time together. Thank YOU for taking a chance on me, despite knowing nothing of my past offenses.
Sawyer
P.S. Yes, the kiss was amazing. So was watching you. You elicit the hardest of steel girders, Snowflake.”
When Sawyer put the pen down, he felt inexplicably liberated. He found it so much easier to write what he was feeling rather than to speak it aloud. Having alluded to his murderous past was a big step for him, knowing he would eventually have to reveal everything to whomever it was he chose to be his submissive. If he found someone to be his submissive.
Sawyer sealed the letter in an envelope, addressed it to Sarah, and had it sent out immediately. He picked up his phone and considered texting her, but decided to wait instead until after the letter had been delivered to her.
Two days had passed and Sawyer kept himself occupied with work and prepared for the meeting with Jameson Christopherson. Fighting the overwhelming urge to contact Sarah, he kept his evenings full by filling his brain with as much BDSM information on slave relationships as it would hold. He felt as if he was a master craftsman in the making, trying his best to hone his skills to a degree and level of competency that he wanted to far exceed the average Dom. He took his work and research seriously, and came to the realization that it would take years to complete his training and that in reality he would probably never be done learning everything there was.
Lying in bed with his iPad in hand, he was alerted to a message from Sarah.
SarahH: 9:53 PM: Thank u for your kind response in writing to my letter. I’ve always cherished the written word and it was a treat to receive.
S.M.: 9:55 PM: I’m glad to hear from you.
SarahH: I’ve spoken with the Young’s and they’ve suggested we write out a temporary contract of sorts between us so that u can get the feel for what’s involved in creating one.
SarahH: 9:56 PM: I would’ve contacted u sooner but I’ve been hard at work putting it together. I’ll send it now. We’ll talk once you’ve gone over it and made revisions. Can I expect your response in 2 days’ time?
S.M.: 10:01 PM: I may need until after the weekend as I’ll be busy at Kerian’s home. The beginning of next week I’ll also be dealing with a work issue, but I promise I’ll be going over it every spare moment that I get. I look forward to reading what you’ve sent.
SarahH: 10:14 PM: That sounds acceptable. I’ll speak with u soon.
At that moment, Sarah’s email came through. Sawyer retrieved his laptop and downloaded the document.
“Sir, here is my mock-up of our proposed temporary contract. I found the sample document online at http://houseslut.tumblr.com and have amended it to suit our needs. It does not include all of the fine details that a normal contract would have, but I’ve tried to make it fit within the confines of your training. In your next communication to me, please provide me with daily tasks and chores to keep us grounded and connected even when we’re not in contact.”