No Ordinary Love Story: Sequel to The Diary of a Submissive Read Online Free Page A

all the time. I know some people love the idea of a completely obedient and subservientsubmissive, but to be honest I find that a bit boring. For me submissive can’t mean passive. There needs to be some spark. Partly it’s about the challenge – how do I get you to do what I want you to? What will you respond to? But partly it’s also because I want to enjoy being with someone – arguing about politics or doing something (other than sex) we’re both passionate about. The challenge is where it gets fun, in whatever context that is.
    His messages made me smile. They also eased my mind a bit – his motivations chimed very much with my own, and his ideas on the kind of sub he liked fitted well with me. I liked him but I knew I wasn’t going to be the ‘eyes permanently downcast, referring to herself in the third person’ kind of submissive that some dominants liked. He wasn’t interested in that either. Phew. I was already pretty sure he didn’t have a problem with being disagreed with and mocked, but it’s always good to know for sure.
            
Sophie says: Ironically enough, I enjoy the challenge of submission. I can’t decide if this means we’re really compatible or at odds.
            
Adam says: Can’t it be both? It could definitely be an interesting experience.
    We discussed my limits (and his – another comfort; I’d never been with a dominant who’d talked much about his own limits, the implications being that it didn’t matter). He asked how I would feel about breath play and face slapping – I had limited experience of the latter and was intrigued by the former, but explained that while I was curious about both and found them hot in the abstractthey were things I was concerned about trying for the first time.
            
Adam says: Don’t worry. We won’t leap into lots of new things. If we do this we’ll take things slow and steady.
    I felt reassured.
    We chatted like this every night for a few weeks, driving each other a bit loopy with lust, although it wasn’t all sex talk – sometimes we just exchanged thoughts while watching the same TV show in our respective flats. Then one day he said he had a big night out the next evening with his friends and wouldn’t be around to chat.
    I admit it, the thought of not speaking to him felt weird, but I told him to have a good time and that I’d speak to him the following day. Not talking to him made me feel strangely out of sorts, though, and my resolution to leave him in peace and not text and email (no, not even the link to that hilarious cartoon that I’d just read but which could keep until the morning) was tough to stick to.
    But at about 7.30 p.m. my phone pinged and I realised it wasn’t just me finding it difficult. It was a text from Adam:
Hey gorgeous. How’re you
doing? Did you get back
from your meeting ok? X
    I practically hugged myself with the knowledge that he was thinking of me. Lame? Yes. But I did.
I’m good. Got back a while
ago, now just watching TV and
having dinner. X
    I know it wasn’t the most riveting of texts, but it was true, plus I wasn’t trying to pull him into a long conversation while he was out with his friends, remember?
    In the next hour he texted a few times. As time passed, his messages became more frequent.
I know you might think it’s the
beer talking, but I’m missing
talking to you tonight. Filth
and otherwise. X
    I replied (secretly thinking it probably was the beer talking, but if there was one thing my university years taught me it was never argue with a drunk person when you’re sober), saying that I felt the same way but that he should concentrate on socialising with his friends. He replied quickly, pointing out it was a big group and there was lots of chat going on so it wasn’t especially rude. I wasn’t convinced (but I’m the sort of person that bristles if someone gets their phone out while at a restaurant unless they’re an on-call doctor, leader of the free