Sarah's Awakening

Sarah's Awakening

Claire Thompson

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Sarah has spent a lifetime denying her true nature. When she finally finds the courage to explore BDSM, she thinks she’s found a trainer to mold her into the perfect slave. Instead he awakens in Sarah a fuller realization of her submissive nature and a deeper love than she ever imagined possible.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Romance Unbound Publishing
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PUBLICATION DATE: 2009
WORD COUNT: 54900
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotica
KEYWORDS: M/F BDSM, erotica, romance, D/s, slave, Dom, Master, sub, submission
 

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COPYRIGHT Claire Thompson/2009
One wan, fall day Sarah was having lunch with Beth, a new friend she had met at exercise class. They were sitting at a small table in a crowded café in Manhattan. Over quiche and fresh fruit, Beth was telling Sarah about her present lover. Sipping her white wine, Beth animatedly continued her description of the man in question. Sarah was only half-listening, really, as she thought about the things she needed to pick up at the store that evening. But then Beth said something that made Sarah catch her breath in surprise. “And then,” Beth continued her narrative, lowering her voice slightly, “he pulled out the handcuffs and told me to kneel in front of him and hold out my wrists.” “What?” Sarah was certain she must have misunderstood. Her astonishment must have been reflected on her face, because Beth hurried to respond. “Oh, it's all in fun, silly! Ken likes to tie me up and tease me to a frenzy before he fucks me.” Then, as if she hadn't just stepped on Sarah's closest-kept secret dreams, Beth continued to describe a mild, but fun, bondage scene executed by her new beau. As she paused to take another sip of her wine, she looked at Sarah and stopped. “Well, what has gotten into you? You look positively sick!” Sarah blushed and raised her own glass to hide her confusion. At last she found her tongue and managed to stammer, “I-I-I, that is, it's just that, I mean, you really do all those things?” “Well sure, silly. It's fun! It doesn't hurt anybody. We both love it. We're just playing.” Beth laughed as she watched Sarah try to hide her obvious discomfort. “I'll change the subject if it makes you so uncomfortable.” “Oh, no! It's just that I'm not used to anyone actually, that is-you know, I never met anyone who, well-” she stammered to an uncertain halt, feeling the flame of her own embarrassment in her face. “What, honey? You can tell me.” Beth was becoming a little concerned at Sarah's strong reaction. She leaned forward and smiled sweetly at her friend. When Sarah still didn't speak, Beth said, “Listen, this isn't the Dark Ages. Women are allowed to express themselves any way they like now. I just have fun with this; it isn't my life or anything. But I really didn't mean to upset you, so let's just change the subject.” “No, please! It's not that.” Just then the waiter stepped forward to fill their water glasses. Sarah jumped slightly, wondering suddenly how much he had overheard. Once he was well out of earshot, Sarah took a large drink of her wine. Setting the glass down carefully, she looked hard at it, avoiding Beth's eyes. Finally she spoke. “All my life,” she said, so quietly that Beth had to lean forward to hear, “ever since I can remember having sexual feelings, I have dreamed of doing the things you've just described. I've never told anyone this before. God, I can't believe I'm even telling you! I've hardly dared to admit it to myself, you see. I could never reconcile my desire to be, um-” She hesitated, blushing. “Oh, Sarah, you can tell me. You already know I like this stuff. Go ahead, I want to know.” Beth pressed Sarah's hand reassuringly and looked so earnest that Sarah felt she could trust her. She plunged forward. “Well, you see, I have always dreamed of being a-um-a sex slave.” When she actually said it out loud for the first time, it sounded so silly that they both burst into laughter. Once they settled down, Sarah's smile fell away and Beth could see she had more to say. “I want to submit. I want to be owned. I want to be used as someone's property. I want to know what it feels like to be bound and whipped.” Sarah sputtered to a halt, blushing furiously. She wished at that moment she had never dared to speak. But it was too late. The deed was done. She waited for Beth to run in horror from the table. But instead, Beth was calmly drinking her wine, seemingly unconcerned with the darkest secrets of Sarah's soul. In fact, she seemed amused. “Why, Sarah, you little devil! I never dreamed you were into the scene! Where have you been hiding? I never see you at any of the clubs or anything.” “Clubs? What are you talking about? And what do you mean by 'scene'?” “Scene-you know. The SM sex scene. The bondage play party scene. All that fun stuff! Ken took me to a great club the other night. It was wild!” As Beth prattled on, Sarah just stared at her, her mouth falling farther and farther open in disbelief. “What is it? Do you mean to tell me you are serious about this just being a fantasy? That you've never done anything for real? Oh, you poor baby! We have to fix that, Little Miss Innocent.” Leaning forward conspiratorially, Beth continued, “Say, I've got an idea! Why don't you come with me to the Seven Gables Dungeon this weekend? Maybe you'll get lucky and meet the man of your dreams.” “The Seven Gables Dungeon? What in the world is that?” “Girl, where have you been for the past ten years? It is the premiere kink SM club in New York City. You'll get to see all the excitement your virgin eyes can handle. You'll see naked guys in chains getting whipped and submissive women bound in leather, strapped to walls getting their little butts reddened with a paddle. It's all just a big game, but it is something to see, I can tell you.” Sarah was astonished. She sat there, mute, in awe of what she had just heard. Chains, whipped, submissive, strapped, paddle...the words were spinning in her head. All her dirty little dreams were being bandied about so casually by this woman at her table. This club sounded like a secret Garden of Eden. Even in the midst of these wild revelations Sarah managed to ask that all-important question, “What do I wear?” Beth laughed, glad to see her friend was snapping out of whatever weird place she had been in, and said, “Black. Whatever you want, as long as it's black.”  
 
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