The sun was just going down as Mike pulled into Jean's driveway. It was a very stylish home, a sprawling ranch out in the country. No neighbors near by as far as he could tell. He grabbed the two bottles of wine that he brought and looked at his cell phone. It was 6:58. He breathed a sigh of relief. Two minutes to spare. As he walked to the door he laughed and thought why am I so hung up on being right on time. It's not like she is going to punish me for being late. He rang the doorbell and waited. A chill was setting in on the mid-Fall evening when the door opened.
Jean wore a red dress, a gold pendant with matching gold earrings, red stockings, and matching red heels. Mike smiled and said, "Good evening. I bought bottle of red and white because I wasn't sure what you were preparing for dinner."
"I'm glad to see you are right on time. I hate to be kept waiting. I expect punctuality." She ushered him in and closed the door. As far as he could tell the house was decorated in the "Arts and Crafts" style. It felt homey. She led him into the study. There was a desk, leather couch, matching leader chairs, a book shelf which spanned the hole wall, several Tiffany lamps, and a large picture window which looked out on a pool, hot tub, and gardens beyond.
"Very nice. And what a lovely view."
"Glad you approve, there is cork screw on the bar behind the double doors. Open the red. I'm in a red mood."
He opened the wooden French doors to reveal a wet bar. There was a corkscrew on the counter. He opened the bottle and poured two glasses. When he turned she was already sitting on one of the two leather chairs. He walked over and handed one glass to her. She thanked him and told him to sit down. She took a sip and put her glass down on the small table between them.
"Tell me about you," she said.
Mike laid out his life to her. A failed marriage because he did not help her achieve the lifestyle she thought she should have.
"Why have you not found someone else?"
He paused for a moment and said, "I guess I have just not found the right woman. I want a woman who is strong, who is confident, who can make up her own mind and make decisions without consulting me. I mean if you trust the person you are with. do you need to be involved in every little decision?"
"I make decisions all day long," he continued and when I come home at the end of the day I am done making decisions. I want a woman that I can leave all that to her."
She smiled and took a sip of her wine. "I had the feeling that you were the kind of man who was looking for that. A woman who would not be shy about taking control. A woman who would tell her partner what to do and when to do it."
Mike smiled as he sipped. "I guess so. At least I think that is what I would like. I just don't know since I've never found such a woman. But if I do..."
She took a sip and then asked, "If you do, what?"
"I think I would be happy." He drank and then said, "What about you? What are you looking for?"
"Michael, I ask the questions. You supply the answers."
"Yes ma'am," he smiled.
"You will address me as Ms. White, unless and until I tell you differently." Her eyes narrowed and brow furrowed as she said those words.
For some reason beyond his thinking he answered, "Yes, Ms. White."
She smiled, took another drink and said, "I am prepared to make you an offer. But understand this, I make all the rules. You will do what you are told, when you are told and you will never question anything I tell you to do. Do you understand?"
Mike took a long drink. He wasn't sure what he was getting into but he blurted out, "Yes Ms. White, I understand."
"Understand that as long as our arrangement continues you will do what I say. I will control every aspect of your life. Obey and you will be rewarded. Disobey and you will be dismissed. Not punishment, not discipline, just dismissed. There will be no second chances. Do you understand?"
As Mike sat there he noticed two things. First, that he was mildly unnerved by her demeanor and what she expected, no, what she demanded and the second was that he had an erection. Before he answered he took another drink and casually put his arm across his lap to conceal his erection.
"Yes, I understand."
She giggled and said, "Hard, aren't you. No need to hide it, I have that effect on the right man. And as of right now, you appear to be the right man."
He blushed as she said those words and was not sure exactly what to say or do. He contemplated leaving when she interrupts his thoughts.
"Walk out the door and you will never have this opportunity again. You can beg, coax, promise all you want, but never again."
"Are you a mind reader too Ms. White?"
She laughed, "No I just know what men like you desire down deep in your soul. We will have a trial period. Thirty days ought to do it. You will live here and after the thirty days, if you have met my requirements, it will become permanent. Do you need time to think it over?'
"How much time..."
"It's Ms. White, how much time..."
"I'm sorry. Ms. White, how much time do I have to think it over?"
"It's seven-thirty-nine right now. So let's make it seven-forty-five. As the man said, 'It's everything you will ever want. Everything you will ever need."
Mike took a drink and said, "Ms. White I am thinking"
Jean smiled, "Don't think too long. We have three strike rule around here. Refuse to obey my commands three times and you are gone. It's seven-forty-one."
Mike sat back and finished his drink. What should he do he thought? If it wasn't for him, just disobey three times and you're out.
But on the other hand he thought this might be an amazing experience. What would I be giving up?
He put his glass down and said, "Ms. White, I'm in!"
"Of course you are. I never expected anything else."
"Well, Ms. White, now what?"
Stand up and remove all your clothing!"