The Realm of Scottsdale

 

"Say what now!" Is all Allan could say to the young lady sitting across from him. "I assure you, sir, what Ms. Scottsdale is proposing is very much real," her slightly older colleague injects.

The older gentleman who is balding, and wearing a thousand dollar designer suit is Eric Poll Pittman Jr. a renowned publisher whose firm is credited with countless best sellers. He also just handed Allan a contract worth twenty five million dollars, along with a five million dollar retainer.

To say that Allan is flabbergasted would be an understatement. You see Allan is a nobody. He is just another middle aged married man with a family trying to get by in today's world. A graphic designer by trade he and his wife earn a modest income and live in a typical suburban house. So when two strangers offered him such a large sum of money it was not something he expected to hear when he agreed to meet with them today.

"Allan, I am intrigued by your writing style," Ms. Scottsdale praises. Ms. Scottsdale, is an accomplished business woman, she’s in her early forties and very fit. She has long red hair and two lips that match, a cute button nose and piercing blue eyes. For today's meeting she dressed conservatively in a pants suit, and heels. "I find your writing unique, I'd even go so far as to say it's titillating. I've read every story, article and meme on your blog. I find your stories captivating. You always manage to draw me into the plot, tease me, and then end the story leaving me hanging, desperate for more. That's why I approached Eric to reach out to you."

Blushing a little from the nice compliment Allan remarks, "thank you, that's very kind of you, but that's a lot of money to offer a hobbyist, what could I possibly offer to warrant such a large sum of money." "Well Allan," Mr. Pittman starts, "Can I ask you a personal question?" To which Allan nods yes. "How many times have you seen a Dominatrix in person?" The question stuns Allan and he can’t help but start to blush, but he answers "um, never," somewhat sheepishly. "I thought so," Pittman quipped, "Now consider the caliber of the material you could write from first hand knowledge. Listen, you have the ability to spin a great tale, and I know you have what it takes to write a bestseller. All you need is to believe in yourself and to get involved in the lifestyle. What do you say, are you ready for the next step in your evolution?"

“Well, yes… I’d love too…, but I can’t.” Allan replies, “It’s my wife, I love her and I couldn’t betray her like that. Not for any amount of money.” Allan says knowing in his heart that despite the insane amount of money being offered it was the right answer, the only answer he could give. “I had hoped you would say that,” Ms. Scottsdale chimes in next. “I made a bet with Eric here,” she comments while pointing at Mr Pittman with a huge smile, “that you’re a man of integrity and honesty, and that if you stayed true to your values, he would pony up another five million to the offer.”

The announcement of an additional five million causes Allan to gasp before he speaks again, “Thank you, I thank you both for the generous offer, but be it as it may, it doesn’t change my answer. I would rather be loyal and happy with my wife, than having a box filled with money and being miserable alone.

“And that’s exactly what she heard,” Ms. Scottsdale says as the door to Allan’s small home offices opens to allow Allan’s wife Jessica and a stranger to enter. Jessica walks straight over to Allan, puts her arms around him and hugs him. “I love you. You big adorable Olaf,” she exclaims before kissing him affectionately. Perplexed, Allan looks around before Ms, Scottsdale resumes speaking, “Allan, this beautiful young lady is my assistant Penelope. I trust her with everything, and I had her explain everything to Jessica.”  Seeing an expression of worry crossing his face, Allan’s wife looks her husband in the eye ,smiles and says, “It’s alright honey, I’m okay, I understand, relax, I’m not mad.”

“Allan,” Ms. Scottsdale resumes speaking, “l’m not an impulsive women, before coming here today I did a deep dive on you. I wanted to make sure you were not an unfaithful cheating piece of shit, running around behind your wife's back. But after doing the check I was pleased to discover a good man, who has had his fair share of hard times. I know everything you have gone through Allan, every pain, every heartache, every failure. I also know that you stay faithful to your wife by writing. Yes, Allan, I understand that you still have urges, needs, and desires. But more importantly you have morals. So even if you had the opportunity to be unfaithful, you were not. I get that you write out of respect for Jessica and for love. And now she knows that too.”

Jessica hugs her husband even tighter saying, “you big numbskull, why didn’t you tell me. I always knew you were good with words, but holy crap.” Then seeing the confusion in Allan’s expression, Jessica explains, “Penny showed me the blog, I read a few of your stories and they’re really good, hun. And a few of your memes nearly made me piss my pants.” That statement caused both Allan and Jessica to burst into laughter and embrace each other for a quick kiss. “So are you going to do it?” Jessica asks. “Do what,” Allan replies. “Take their offer you idiot.” Jessica's response. Allan pauses for a moment, "I don't know honey. The last thing in the world I want to do is something that will make me lose you. There's not enough money in the world worth that, and I'm not sure if I'm that good."

"If you don't mind I'll stop you right there," Mr. Pittman interjects, "son, I don't make a habit of just  handing out contracts like this very often. In fact this is only the second time that I've raced out to someone's home with a contract after reading their material. Allan, trust me, if I'm standing in your living room, you're good enough."

After looking back at his wife once more for reassurance, which he got. Allan turns to Mr. Pitt, "let's say I do this, what do you have in mind? I know no one personally in the lifestyle or how to find the right Mistress." "You already did," Ms. Scottsdale says, taking over the conversation. "I would be training you personally." "You!" exclaims Allan not without a little shock. "Yes Allan, me. Let me formally introduce myself, I am Mistress Sophie and I run my own dungeon called The Realm of Scottsdale." It’s at my dungeon that you will learn to be my submissive." Curious fore more details Allan presses on, "well this is a surprise Ms. Scottsdale, I mean Mistress Sophie, I'm honored to meet you. May I ask a few more questions, if you don't mind." With a bright smile and feeling like a fisherman with a bite on the hook, Sophie answers, "of course Allan, ask away. Oh by the way, if you say yes, calling me Mistress will do just fine."

(Hum) (Hum) all of a sudden Allan needed to clear his throat before continuing, "a moment ago, Mistress, you said that you would train me to be your submissive. By submissive were you implying that I would be your sub or will I be your slave." "Got him!" Mistress Sophie says to herself once again using the fishing metaphor for landing a fish, after  noting that Allan has already started calling her Mistress, " A good question, Allan, definitely as a slave of course." Nodding his head in acknowledgement, Allan continues to inquire further, “oh, ok. And if I may ask, what exactly is the intended plan overall.

"Everything that you would expect, Allan," Mistress Sophie replies, "as I've already mentioned the plan is to train you as a live-in, 24/7 submissive. Henceforth you can expect some bondage, maybe a little nudity, and I am  in favor of male chastity, which means you can count on being locked in a device most of the time. Clamps, gags, and blindfolds are a certainty for you. You can also expect to be rewarded for pleasing me and punished for failing."

"That's pretty much what I expect you to say, but I have to ask, did you say that I will be with  you 24/7?" Allan asked somewhat confused. “How is that going to work? I have a family.” “Yes Allan I did say 24/7,” Mistress Sophie answers, “and I understand the confusion, and all will be explained in great detail when you visit my office. But the short explanation is that when you're not with me, you will be serving your wife Jessica, who I will also be mentoring as a Domme. Penelope has already spoken with Jessica about it, and she’s agreed to discuss it further. All that remains is for you to sign that you accept the proposal and to meet again next week in the city to hammer out the details. If we come to an agreement you can sign one of my submissive contracts, and then the fun starts. So what’s it going to be, Allan?” Sophie asks, looking at the papers on the desk.

‘Here, you might need this,” Mr. Pittman says, handing Allan a pen from his jacket pocket. Allan nods as he takes the pen in his hand, he leans forward towards the desk and the contract, stopping briefly to look at his wife’s worried but yet hopeful expression. “Alrighty then,” he says, pressing the pen to the paper and then he pauses… Now it’s your comment that dictates whether I continue with this adventure or not.