That's why if you can focus on pleasing just one person who will take the responsibility of all your attention; you can become truly happy with yourself. That is very difficult to do and very few truly submissive people can achieve it even with someone who has a dominant partner trying to help them. Almost no submissives accomplish it on their own.
That's why we're so lucky. I'm a naturally dominant person. I have a compulsion to dominate, control and possess other people as well as to protect and care for them. If I don't get my way a lot of the time, I get angry, frustrated and depressed. When I was a kid I threw tantrums. Now I just get mostly frustrated and depressed. That's why a lot of dominants become psychotic or even sociopaths. When other dominating people or even submissive ones don't do what they want because of the culture, they let their anger build and go through life unsatisfied and unhappy.
That's why the more you work to please others, the more satisfied and happy you are and the more control I have over someone, the more content and pleased I become. We have a potential symbiotic relationship which can fill both our needs.
The problem is with all those other people out there who are not as ingrained in one or the other trait or are going through life frustrated and unhappy. Society, our culture, customs, and even laws all work to restrict everyone from really displaying or expressing the dominant or submissive sides of their real selves.
If someone knocked on the door right now, I'd panic because of fear of losing you, because you're sitting there exposing yourself. See, even my mentioning it caused you to tense up with fright and embarrassment."
During Tom's lecture, Alicia had relaxed in the soft armchair and even momentarily forgot both her nudity and the sexually exposed position she was presenting. At his reference she automatically clamped her knees and legs against the chair arms holding them spread apart and even started to bring her hands down to cover herself.
"If you're stiff or getting uncomfortable, you can walk around. Try to keep your hands behind your back though if you would. If you want to exercise a little that's all right too." He tells her, "Can I get you something to drink or snack on?"
"No. I'm fine. Could I just stretch my arms a little?" she asks.
"Sure, certainly. Would you like me to rub them for you?"
"No I'm all right. It's just that I tensed up when you reminded me of, of...." She says, "Now I'm all embarrassed again."
"That's one of the biggest problems. The sexual and nudity taboos of our culture are so strong and deeply ingrained that even the slightest infraction causes irrational and repressive reactions in all of us." He continues, "Even today you'd be surprised how many married couples go through life without ever having seen each other naked. What I'm trying to do is accustom you to losing those inhibitions. When ..."
"Well," Alicia interrupts, "It looks like you've done a great job." As she determinedly folds her hands behind her neck again.
Chuckling, Tom replies, "From outward appearances, it would seem you're right. You're amazing that you've been able to do so much, but it's obvious you still feel pretty embarrassed, frightened and humiliated. I hope you can learn to become comfortable, reassured and even proud of showing, displaying and presenting yourself to me because, believe me, I really like it."
"But how can I do that? Every time I think of myself this way I feel so helpless and vulnerable and even a little scared. I don't know if I can ever get used to it, much less proud." she asks.
"Darling I can't answer that question. All I know is that you've had a lifetime of conditioning against nudity and sex. It would take months or years and maybe you would never completely be able to release all those feelings. But I can tell you this, with repetition, acclimation and deeper submission, it will become easier and the more you accept and surrender yourself, the easier it will become and the greater satisfaction and contentment you will experience."
"B-but it's so hard!" she complains.
"All life is hard. And all we can do is try to make it easier. I believe that for you, the more completely you can surrender yourself, the happier you will be?" He explains, looking at his watch, "Oh my! It's almost suppertime. Let's see if George has anything in his kitchen."
As he crosses to the stuffed chair and helps his lovely amour to her feet, he asks, "After what we've talked about, do you still think you might want to become my Slave?"
"Yes Darling, the more I think about it, the more sure I am. It's funny, but the idea of being with you and having to be naked all the time is scary, but it's exciting at the same time." She tells him.
"Would you like to try seeing a little more of what it might be like?" He asks.
"Yes I'd like that very much. When do you think we could do it?" Is her answer.
"Right now. We can start by you fixing our supper. See what George has in the fridge." leading her by the hand into the small kitchen.
Tom remains standing and watching her as she goes to the refrigerator and starts rummaging through the shelves and as she bends over to open the lower drawers, he grins and admires the nice way her bald puffy labia accents the cleft of her shapely buttocks as they shyly peek out from between her thighs.
Disgustingly, Alicia's soft voice calls out, "It's just like a bachelor. He doesn't have anything in here but some eggs and sausage and a lot of beer with two bottles of wine. Is breakfast all right with you?"
"Sounds great!"
As she finds a frying pan and margarine, Tom gets a plate, silverware and a glass from the cupboards and places them on the small kitchen table. Turning, he sees Alicia drop a slice of butter in the pan and turn the electric burner on. Going to George's linen drawer, he pulls the large chef's apron George uses for barbeques out and hands it to the unclad girl.
"Here, you'd better put this on. You don't want to get splattered or burnt." he tells her as he helps her pull the top string over her head and steps behind her to tie the string in back. The huge apron sags on her petite body and overlaps in the back. After a couple of unsuccessful tries to wrap it snugly, Tom finally gives up and just ties it loosely. As he finishes, he slides his hand between the flaps and quickly runs a finger from her labia up to the top of her buttock cleft, before giving one buttock a quick affectionate squeeze.
As she squeals and jumps from this surprise caress, she giggles and exclaims, "Oh Lord, I look ridiculous!"
"Yes you do.", he agrees, "But then you look ridiculous in anything. As gorgeous as you are, it's a pity to have to ever cover you up. But we can't have you getting burnt."
As she blushes at the compliment and starts to crack the eggs, he walks to George's bedroom and retrieves a thick throw rug from beside the bed. Returning to the kitchen he kneels down and folds it into a double thickness beside the chair where he set the place setting.
Watching the food sizzle, Alicia starts to think about how much she loves him and how happy the simple ordinary act of fixing supper for him makes her. The routine of the task and the comfort of the sack like apron hanging around her neck lulls her thoughts away from her earlier shame and apprehension and she almost unconsciously decides that it's fun to be playing the role of a slave.
"How many eggs do you want and how do you want them? Alicia calls over her shoulder, "You know this is the first meal I've fixed for you? I'd hoped it would be something more romantic than sausage and eggs. But then I guess I'm just a Slave and can't have everything. Isn't that right, Master?"
"That's right!" he says sharply, "One thing you can't do yet is call me Master. That has to wait until you're committed and contracted. I'll have the eggs over easy, please." as he goes to the fridge and removes one of the wine bottles.
"Yes Sir! Over easy it is.", she obeys, as she deftly flips the eggs and grabs two pieces of toast from the toaster, wondering at what he meant by committed and contracted.