The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) (12 page)

As I enter into the BDSM lifestyle, and I administer my punishments and spankings, I always ensure that they are for things that my subs did willfully. Transgressions that we mutually agreed that they wouldn't do and I make them tell me why they are being punished. My subs always have to earn their spankings and punishments. I never punish for things that are beyond their control, e.g. if they are late because they were in an accident, or something else came up that made it impossible for them to complete the task at hand. I would never be upset for those things, or punish them in the same merciless way that Sister Marie punished me. I would always be sure to hold and caress them, and make sure they know that I share in their pain and pleasure, and make sure we mutually cum afterward. I only punish my subs when they willfully cross my wishes or instructions. In this way, Sister Marie did teach me a very valuable lesson in BDSM: it’s never fair to punish for events that are beyond a sub’s control. I guess that the beatings I took there just prepared me for how I acted later in life, in my business relationships.”

“Business relationships?”

“That’s right. After college, I was involved in several business relationships in which I was subservient to an older, powerful boss. So in both my personal life and in the workplace, I became very skilled at being a submissive, or ‘sub’. It’s funny how things can shift and change. One of the key lessons I have learned on my journey is the importance of following your heart.  Following my heart has made me the man I am today.  For example, when I was 18, I had a real estate license but struggled.  At that age, I couldn't sell a house or even really show a house, because nobody wants to buy real estate from someone so young.

In any case, at that time there was an Italian restaurant near my house and I used to eat there often.  There was a girl who worked at the restaurant who was a little bit older than I was; I was 18 and she was about 20 or 21.  Her name was Amy; we would talk a lot because I would hang out there for a couple of hours at a time.  She knew I was struggling as a real estate agent and she told me that she just got a job at a telephone survey place and that they were hiring like crazy, paying top dollar at $12/hr.  I followed her there to apply for a job.  She ultimately wasn't good at the job, but it turned out that I was.  At that place, you really had to be good on the phone.  It taught me how to talk to people, to listen to their voice inflections, how to speed up and slow down, and how to manage the inflections of my own voice.  This is something that has really affected the way I interact with women.  Women love a man who knows how to talk to them and how to whisper those sweet nothings in their ear…

Anyway, Amy eventually went back to the pizzeria.  After about a year, I needed some extra money and they were hiring at the pizzeria, so I ended up working for the telephone survey place during the day and the pizzeria at night.  I still had a crush on Amy, but she was older and could get into clubs and bars and I was still just 18.  I had a car, but all of her boyfriends were from the wealthier side of town and drove Corvettes, Camaros, Monte Carlos, etc. while my car was a Japanese 2 door used.  Still, Amy and I talked a lot and it ended up that I got a job as a dishwasher at the restaurant.  The place wasn't that busy and as the dishwasher, I could spend hours talking to her. 

There would be times when it was busy in the front and I’d be in the back washing dishes and have nothing to do, and the 2 Italian cooks in the back would teach me how to cook.  So at the Italian restaurant, I gained another life skill; not only was I learning to talk to people – but the restaurant cooks taught me how to cook meatballs, lasagna dishes, etc.  I don’t think there’s a woman in the world who doesn't think it’s really sexy when a man knows how to cook.  Because I followed my heart with Amy, I gained that impressive skill.

I wasn't making quite enough money between the two jobs and as I got older, I started building my IT career.  When I was younger I was always good at computer games etc., and at one point somebody taught me how to hack phone cards.  I did it in a friendly way; I never stole any money or anything like that, but one day the FBI showed up in my living room with my computer sitting on the floor unplugged and taped up.  This was back in high school, and at that time the laws were different; you were able to break into company websites and snoop, but the laws today are much stricter. You’re not even allowed to break in. Anyway, I didn't get into trouble; they just wanted to talk to me, but at that time, the FBI guy told me something very important. He asked me, “Why don’t you use your skills to help companies close up their loopholes, rather than sneaking through them?” His words made a huge impact on me, and I remembered that incident when I was working in the kitchen at the Italian restaurant.

As I was getting closer to the age of 21, I had some skills under my belt, and so I decided to pursue an IT career. Initially, I applied to the ARMY ROTC program, but through their testing, even though I was extremely smart and skilled, they wanted me as a front line soldier.  I asked why, and they had told me I had a rare eye blindness, that allowed me to see through camouflage. This was due to the fact that I had stared at the sun a bit when I was younger, which burned my color filters, and actually had raised all my other senses. I decided to pass on being a front line soldier, and went into the private sector becoming the owner of a very successful IT company for about 10 years. I can’t help but think, had I not burned my filters, would I be dead? A few months after that ROTC recruit, the US had gone to war in the Middle East.

How does this tie into following your heart? Well, back in high school, when I was learning computers, I had a crush on a girl in my freshman year.  She took a typing class, so I took the same typing class, just to follow her. Much like I followed Amy later on.  I was one of only 3 guys in the classroom.  Our typing teacher liked me and he pushed me which really helped because I excelled in that class. When I got up to 60 or 70 words per minute, the teacher recommended that I take a second year.

It turned out that the girl I had followed was sleeping with the whole football team and that kind of turned me off.  But in the class there was another girl, who was kind of shy and very pretty.  We took the second year of typing class together and bonded for a long time.  In that second year, I got up to about 85 words per minute, but it was very embarrassing because I was the only guy in the class. There were about 6 girls, all of whom are secretaries or paralegals today. 

There really wasn't any need for me to take a second year of typing,  however, reflecting back now, if I hadn't taken that second year, I wouldn't have aced all my papers in my last year of high school and in college. And I certainly wouldn't be able to type as fast I can when I blog, email, multitask, etc., as I do today. In my IT career, I definitely needed to have those fast typing skills for typing code, etc.

Following my heart gave me those essential skills.  Looking back, I often think, “Damn! If I didn't follow the girls I had crushes on way back when, I never would have learned how to cook, or how to talk, or how to type.”

I also followed my heart as far as computers go. My parents were pushing me to be an engineer or a lawyer, but I didn't want to be either of those. I loved computers and technology and still do today. This has been a key part of my success in business, as I am my own IT department in many of my ventures, and that allows me to care for my subs and the women in my life. So things really do happen for a reason, if you follow your heart, even though it may not become apparent at the time.

Coming back around full circle, I ran into Amy, the girl I had a crush on in high school, when I was about 27 and she was 30. I was now very successful in my IT career, but this was before I got married. We were in a famous club in town and she was with her sister. Her sister had a crush on me, but was a total bitch; in the ten 10 years that I had known them, she hadn't changed one bit.  Amy, however, was awesome; she was a total sweetheart. 

We had kept in touch sporadically throughout those years; from the time I knew her at the pizzeria when I had my real estate license all the way through my IT career.  I always stopped by and said hello. At 27, she knew that I had dated a few people already and I was moving on.  At the time, I had a girlfriend that I was pretty serious with. I kind of regret it now, because that girlfriend ended up dumping me on my 28th birthday.  I didn't know that at the time though, and that day in the club, Amy pulled me aside and asked me, “Why have you never asked me out? We get along so well!”

I felt like I flashed back to high school; I remember thinking, “Damn, what do I do now; all those female friends that had signed my yearbook, asking the same question.” Little did they know how submissive I was due to the prejudices that existed in town, mainly from the adults.  So, I simply told her that I was with somebody at the time.

Sadly, I knew that the person I was with wasn't with me in her heart. I should have dumped her and told Amy, “You know, you’re right. What are you doing for dinner next Friday?” or something along those lines. That would probably have changed my life, but I didn't do that.  I was very faithful, and I’m still very faithful today with my word. When the opportunity is there, go with your heart and follow where it leads.  You might not even realize until much later what the importance of that meeting or opportunity was.”

Jakes eyes were flashing. Kelli was about to ask more about what he meant by that, but he rushed on before she could interrupt.

“So, there was the racism, the attempt to burn me alive, and the canings from a deranged nun. And then came the day, in early high school, when my best friend at the time, who was older than me, took my virginity, without my consent.”

Kelli’s jaw had plummeted and she was appalled at what he seemed to be saying. “Are you…are you saying that you were raped, Jake?”

Jake shook his head, slowly. “Well, no. Not exactly. I probably wouldn’t use that word. It’s not like I was completely unwilling, and I’d be lying if I said that there was no pleasure involved on my end. Let’s just put it this way, she was older, and she didn’t really give me much say in the matter. It was definitely a situation where she exerted her dominance over me, and I took it.”

Kelli was relieved, and relaxed a little. She hadn’t even noticed, but her whole body had been tensed as Jake recounted his experiences. The idea of him sleeping with a woman, almost being forced, aroused her and troubled her at the same time.

She asked, “So, how did it happen, exactly? What was the forced situation that caused you to lose your virginity?”

Jake gazed at her and leaned in closer. “Huh uh. I’ll tell you, but only after you tell me. You go first.”

Normally Kelli would never share such personal information with a client, but Jake was different. She decided to tell him.

She said: “Growing up, my family situation was not ideal.  My father was an alcoholic, and was emotionally neglectful.  He never laid a hand on me, or my mother, but he would work long hours, only to come home drunk and pass out on the couch.  We barely spoke.

To escape from my home life, I put all my attention into my schoolwork.  I was always a good student; that is...at least until high school.  That’s when I met Nina, who had moved to my town from California.

Nina was a true wild child.  The whole reason her family had moved was because Nina was showing “behavioral problems” in her hometown.  She started sneaking drinks at the age of 12, and at the age of 13, she was caught in a compromising sexual position with an older teenage boy.  Her parents were very conservative and were humiliated by her actions, so they moved her across the country.  It didn't do much good though, Nina was just as wild here as she’d been at home.

For me though, Nina was like a breath of fresh air.  She freed me from the suffocating atmosphere of my dysfunctional family.  From the first day we met, we were best friends, and I loved her adventurous spirit.  However, she also got me into all kinds of trouble too. For one thing, when we were sophomores, she convinced me to join the cheerleading squad for the football team.  This led to all kinds of wild house parties. 

Nina was the most flirtatious girl I’d ever seen, and also one of the most aggressively seductive.  If she spotted a guy on the football team that she liked, she would seduce him within a week. She was gorgeous, with sexy curves and long dark curls, so none of the guys ever turned down her advances.  After she made a new sexual conquest, she would tell me all about it.  I loved hearing all the juicy details and soaked them up, but I was actually pretty shy myself.  I did fool around with a couple of guys once or twice, but because of my dad, I didn't drink that much.  As a result, I never let things go all the way sexually with anyone.

That’s not to say that I didn't look and fantasize. I was always attracted to very strong, fit men. There were plenty of guys on the football team who caught my eye and quite a few of them pursued me too. With my long red tresses, sky-high legs and tight butt, I was definitely a catch.  However, I was also very mature for my age, and even back then, I knew that I wanted more than just a quick fling. I lusted after the football guys but I secretly knew that they were too immature and fickle for me. So I kept myself separated and hoarded my virginity.  My classmates knew that I didn't sleep around and I was well respected for it.

Everything changed in the spring of my senior year when a new guy transferred to our school. His name was Paul. He quickly became one of the most popular students in school. At that time, he was stocky and hyper-masculine, with broad shoulders, tousled brown hair and piercing ice-blue eyes.  From the moment I saw him, I knew I wanted to date him. He was very outgoing and a fantastic football player; he soon became captain of the team.