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Part 1, wherein Robert seeks help for his problem and help is offered.


Things were going too well.  In the past nine months, Robert's business had
doubled, he had moved into a new house, and his social calendar was booked.
He
was the picture of success and the envy of his peers, but he couldn't escape
a
nagging feeling that something was missing.   Don't get me wrong.   Robert
did not
subscribe to the theory that wealth brings unhappiness, and he had no guilt
about being successful.  He worked his ass off for everything that came  his
way,
and he truly believed that he deserved it.  It's just that he could feel a
malaise
settling over him, and he couldn't put his finger on the problem.   It was
time
for lunch with Roger.  

Roger wasn't exactly a mentor, but he was a few years older than Robert, and
he
has been a great help on many occasions.  They had known each other
since college, and they had shared rooms, whiskey, and women over the years.
Roger always had a fresh outlook on problems that Robert couldn't seem to
solve.
This time, he let Robert whine about his dissatisfaction for about twenty
minutes,
then he wrote a name and phone number on one of his business cards.  "Call
her," he said.  "She's just what you need."  "I don't think so," Robert
replied, a little defensively.
"I don't need a hooker.  I'm getting all the sex I can stand."  "Anna is not
a hooker. She's got a Master's in psychology, and she has what you
need.  Trust me."  Roger gave that "big brother" smile Robert had come to
know as
his personal seal of approval, so he pocketed the card, and they finished
lunch.
Two days later, Robert made the call.

"This is Anna.  How can I help you?"    Robert heard confidence and strength
in
her voice, and he introduced himself.  He told her that Roger had suggested
the
call, and started to describe his situation, but she cut him off.  "Now is
not the time.  Let's meet for dinner.  I will make the arrangements."   The
restaurant she suggested was famous for its intimate atmosphere and its
privacy,
in that
each table is a conversation nook, and the staff is renowned for its
discretion.  In short, the perfect place to take your lover, and very
difficult to get reservations.   Anna already had a reservation for Saturday
night, three days away, and Robert was impressed.  She told him to bring $500
in an
envelope to cover the cost of his consultation, and he agreed.  Robert felt
some apprehension, certainly, but Roger's smile came back to him and he
decided to
go ahead with one "consultation."    With the time and place of he meeting
set, Anna bid him adieu.  "Don't be late," she warned, good-naturedly.

Robert uses sarcasm to deal with anxiety, frustration, and anger, and for the
next
few days, he was a real bear to be around.  His people were ducking him in
the
office and avoiding his gaze in staff meetings.  There was no objective
reason
for his behavior, and during brief
moments of introspection, he could see that he had a real problem.  It
certainly wasn't a business problem, as his company was landing new accounts
daily.
It was a personal problem, the same problem that had dragged him down for the
last month or
so, and he wished he could get a handle on it.  Oddly enough, he didn't give
Anna any thought until Saturday morning.  

As usual, Robert drove to the office before breakfast to review
productivity reports and rough out his calendar for the next week.  One of
the
secrets his success is to work more hours than the people around him, and
he had learned over the years that the peace and quiet of a Saturday morning
helped him to focus. When he checked
his messages, he found that Anna had called the night before.  The message
was short
and
direct.  "Call me by 9 am to confirm our meeting."  At first, he was put off
by her tone. Robert was used to deferential women, and he heard no deference
in her voice.  There was an implied "or else" in her tone that irritated and
intrigued him at the same time.  Did he really want to give her $500 to find
out why
she thought so much of herself and why Roger had touted her???  Of
course he did.  He made the call and got her answering machine.  Surprised,
he
stumbled.  "Uh..this is Robert, and, uh...I'm calling to confirm...I'll be
there tonight."  Anna picked up.  "Oh, Robert, I'm so glad.  I'm really
looking forward to meeting you."  He was heartened by the genuine enthusiasm
in her voice, and he responded in kind.  They talked for only a few minutes,
but
Robert felt a definite connection.  This would be worth the money after all.

At three minutes to six, Robert arrived at the restaurant, and, as
instructed,
told the maitre d' that he was meeting Anna for dinner.  "Right this way,
please," he replied with a knowing smile,and he led Robert through
the crowded
restaurant to an alcove in a back corner.  It looked like a small hut in the
jungle, with rough-hewn timbered walls and plants everywhere.  The lighting
was low, mostly candles, and it was very private.  Robert couldn't hear
anyone else
talking, in spite of the fact that the place was packed.  The maitre d'
pulled back a chair that faced the alcove entry.  "Anna will be here in a few
minutes,"  he said softly.  "Would you care for a drink?"  "Dalwhinnie,
neat,"  Robert replied, testing him.  "Certainly, sir.  One of my favorites."
The maitre d'
smiled again and departed.  Shortly, a barmaid arrived with Robert's Scotch,
and he
sipped it for five or ten minutes.  After about fifteen minutes had gone by,
he started  feeling a little edgy.  Robert is punctual to a fault, and he
expects his
associates to be likewise.  He was ready to pay for his drink and leave when
Anna arrived.  She was not what he expected.  

When Roger described Anna to him, he had studiously avoided any mention
of
her physical attributes, and with Roger, this is usually the kiss of death.
He
went on and on about her intellectual gifts, her insight, and her brilliance,
but he failed to mention that, if she chose, Anna could probably make some
serious money as a photographer's model.  She stood in the doorway for a
second or two, then entered.  Smiling broadly, she extended her hand.
"You must be Robert.  I'm Anna." Robert stood and shook her hand.  "This is a
real pleasure," he said, smiling to himself.  ( A real pleasure...this woman
is gorgeous.)  He
started hoping that Roger had been scamming him.  (Please be a hooker,
please...)  She stood
about 5'-6'' in low heels, with dark brown hair cut above the shoulder and
curled under, and
big blue eyes.  A black, open weave, sleeveless chemise clung to her slender
body, accenting her small but firm breasts. Her arms and legs were tanned and
toned, with well defined musculature, and her face was perfect.  No flaws.
They sat down.  "Let's talk a little business, then let's enjoy ourselves,"
Anna started.  (Please be a hooker...)  "Do you have the envelope?"  Robert
smiled
and slid it across the table to her.  She put it in her bag without opening
it.  "Thank you, Robert."  Anna looked into his eyes for about ten seconds,
as
if she was trying to read his mind.  Then she smiled again and spoke.  "I
know
that you have a problem, or Roger wouldn't have sent you to me, but I don't
want
to talk about your problem right now.  What I want to do is to spend the
evening getting to know you.  Don't think of this time as an interview or as
therapy.  Just enjoy yourself, get to know me a little, and be open with me.
I need to know who you are if I'm going to help you."   Robert was a little
disappointed
(so much for the hooker theory), but he had certainly had worse
dates,
and he decided to enjoy this one.  Anna semed so open and genuine that it was
easy for Robert to reciprocate.  He started to relax, and they started to
talk.  

To Robert's amazement, they never stopped talking.  They went through drinks,
appetizers, dinner,
and
dessert, and the conversation never lagged.  They talked about work,
childhood,
guns, politics, sports, and motorcycles.  They talked about work, religion,
horses, hang-gliding, and relationships.  They talked about work, philosophy,
scuba diving, and sex.  Robert had never met a woman with so many varied
interests
or so many strong, well-reasoned opinions.  By the time they had ordered
their
espressos, Anna had drawn him out completely.  He was open and defenseless.
They
sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping their coffee and staring at each
other.  "I think I can help you," Anna said with a hopeful look on her face.
"I think you already have," Robert replied.  "No, seriously," she went on, "I
sense a lack of balance in your life.  You have power and success, 
people do your bidding, and you enforce order and discipline within your
circle,
but you have no one to report to yourself, no one to serve."  "I serve
myself, I report to
myself." Robert argued.  " That's the problem," Anna countered.   "Your power
relationships are all going one way.  Right now, you are making all the
choices, and the burden is
weighing you down.  I think that you would benefit from a power relationship
in which all
the choices are made for you.  I think you would find total submission
therapeutic
from time to time."  There was a long pause as Anna gazed into his eyes with
a
slight smile in the corners of her mouth.  Robert was a dominant man by
nature, and
he couldn't imagine "submitting" to anyone, but he knew instinctively that
she
was right about his life being out of balance.  Maybe she had a point, but
the
whole concept seemed totally unworkable.  "Even if that were true," he
argued,
"there's no one in my life that I would trust and respect enough to allow
that kind of control, and I could never engage a stranger."   Anna's eyes
were locked on his, and he felt a new level of intensity in her countenance.
"How about me?" she asked.  "Do you trust me?" 

Robert never saw it coming, and he was stunned.  "Do you mean...uh...uh.." he
stammered. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Would you be willing to hand
yourself over to me for an evening, to take instruction from me and bend to
my will?"  Anna was no longer smiling.  For the first time that night, he was
getting butterflies in his stomach.  "Answer me, Robert."  Her tone was firm
and confident.  This was no longer a date.  It was becoming a contract.  What
the hell, he figured, one time can't hurt. (Little did he know.)  "Yes, Anna.
I'm willing to try," he said weakly.  "Good," she said.  "Tonight is the
night."  

With that statement, Anna took control of the evening.  She told Robert to
sit
quietly
while she called for the check and signed for it, ceremoniously.    When she
told him to walk two steps behind her as they left the restaurant, Robert was
surprised, but he complied.
He couldn't help but notice her wink and smile at the maitre d' as they
walked
out the door.  Anna told Robert to join her in her car, and they sat in the
parking
lot for another fifteen or twenty minutes while she tested his resolve and
filled him in on some of the ground rules.  She told Robert that she would
not
damage him or push him beyond his limits, but that he would certainly find
some
her requirements to be embarrassing and uncomfortable.  She said that once
they
started there would be no backing out, and she emphasized that obedience
would
be rewarded and that disobedience would be punished.  It was starting to dawn
on him that he may be getting in over his head, but over the course of the
last
few hours, he had developed a real fondness for Anna, and he did trust her.
Still, he was fighting back butterflies when she asked him if he was sure
that he wanted to go ahead.   Robert's throat tightened up and all he could
do was
nod.  

Anna instructed Robert to follow her to her house in his own car, and to wait
outside 
after they arrived. During the drive and the wait, Robert was to re-think his
commitment, and if he was absolutely certain that he was willing to submit
totally to her will, he was to knock on her door exactly ten minutes after
she turned on the porch light. "Understand this: once you walk through my
door, I will own you," she warned him sternly. "If you can't accept my terms,
you are free to drive off any time.  If you accept my terms, expect to honor
them."  With that, she dismissed him.  Robert went to his car and started the
engine.       

 

 













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