Sandra
Sam,
Meet me at 7pm at the bar in the Hilton. Don’t be late.
Sandra
Sam stared at his computer screen. This was the third email he had received from Sandra, and the shortest. “Man, that was quick.” he thought. He had found Sandra on one of the many dating sites on the internet, and out of curiosity he had emailed her. Just saying Hi the first time. Her profile had caught his attention. He opened Firefox, and went back to her profile.
I am a simple girl who wants to be pleased. I strive to live life to its fullest, and will do what makes me feel good. I need to be wanted, and will extend that to those who are worth it. If you are looking for something new, or just want someone to help you find yourself, then please, send me a message.
At the top of the profile, there was a picture of her. She appeared to be a fairly young, petite brunette, with a classical roman nose, a soft chin, and wide sea-green eyes framed by dark brown hair which fell to her mid-back. According to her profile, she was twenty eight, and Sam at thirty three was just beginning to loose his fight with balding and his belly.
Sam looked at the clock on his screen, 4:30. “Only a half-hour until I can get out of here.” he thought. He sighed, and went back to his Excel spreadsheet showing this quarters sales numbers.
Soon, he was deep inside of his companies quarterly finances, analyzing and compiling the data for John, the owner, to review at the end of the week.
Slowly, Sam became aware of a soft beeping. His watch alarm was going off, it was five o’clock. Sam had long ago learned to set his watch for five o’clock. If he forgot, he would often work late, not realizing what time it was. This was what made him very good at his job. When he sank into it, it was all he was aware of, it consumed him, the truth of numbers and safety of fact.
Sam leaned back, and saved his work. Next, he logged out, and got his things together, and headed to his car. “I have time to go home first.” he thought with a smile. The previous year, Sam had finally had enough saved up to buy a condo close to work. So now, instead of taking an hour to get home to a tiny apartment, it was fifteen minutes to his condo.
In the parking lot, Sam got into his beat-up mid-90’s Toyota Corolla, and pulled out into traffic. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into the condo’s garage, and headed for the elevator. Sam’s condo was not huge, but big enough for a single workaholic. Clean lines filled the space, the primary color pallet black and white, the only color his artwork, which stood out to give the space a clean and modern, but elegant feel.
Getting out of the shower, Sam shaved, and out on a nice polo and slacks. He even took the time to put on some fragrance, something he rarely did. Checking the clock showed it was 6:30. “Time to go.” he thought.
Twenty minutes later, Sam strolled into the Hilton, and headed to the bar. Looking around, he did not see Sandra, so he went up to the bar, took a seat on the stool, and asked for a scotch. Sam checked his watch, 6:55. He turned on his seat, and watched the door. “I hope she doesn’t stand me up” he thought. Five minutes pass, and no one matching her photo on her profile enters the bar. Suddenly, a voice in his ear whispers.
“Hi, Sam. Good, you are on time. That pleases me.”
Startled, Sam turned on his stool to face the voice. Sitting next to him is Sandra. She is dressed in a black and white business blouse suit. Her hair is pulled back, but her bangs frame her eyes, bringing out the green. A single green stone in a silver rests against her throat, gleaming in the soft light of the bar, nearly matching her eyes perfectly.
“Hi, Sandra. You started me, I did not see you come in.” said Sam.
“I have been here awhile, Sam” she replied. “I wanted to make sure you where on time. I hate people who are late.”
She smiled and Sam caught his breath. Her photo did not do her justice. Deep down inside, he felt a flutter in his stomach. Something he had not felt in over four years, and not not this strongly in over six.
“I almost thought you wouldn’t show” said Sam slowly. “I have had a lot of those lately, especially with people I meet on the internet.”
“I wanted to meet you in person” replied Sandra. “I read your profile, and I think you have a lot to offer me, but there are some questions I want to ask that are best asked in person.”
“Okay, ask away”
“Your profile says you are divorced, why did it end?” asked Sandra.
“Uh, that is a little personal don’t you think for a first date?” flushed Sam.
“No.” replied Sandra. “I think I know why she left you, based on how you wrote your profile, but I need to make sure. All you need to know right now, is that by answering me you will make me happy.”
Sam looked at her questioningly and began to speak slowly. “Well, she filed for divorce without talking to me.” said Sam, thinking back to the fateful night four years earlier.
“She just came home one night, and told me she had filed for divorce, and would be moving out in the morning. I asked her why, and if we could talk about it. She said no.” said Sam softly. “She said that I was not the man she married, and she was tired of having a weakling for a husband, and that she could not live with someone who could not make a decision on his own.”
“She told me that I was not a man enough for her.” Sam looked up from the floor, where he had been looking as he relived that night, the night his happiness ended. Slowly, he looked into Sandra’s eyes, feeling the pain again, as he did almost every night, and felt the tears slowly build, clouding this vision. “All I wanted to do was make her happy, but that was not enough for her.”
“I thought so.” replied Sandra softly. “Thank you for telling me Sam. I know it is hard. I think you are very much a man, and are very strong. Would you like to find someone who accepts you for who you are, and will love you for who you are?” asked Sandra.
“Isn’t that what we are all looking for?” replied Sam with a bitter twist of his mouth.
“I have one more question for you Sam” said Sandra, “and I hope it will put you in a happier place. I want you to tell me the one thing you used to do with your wife that you loved the most.”
“The one thing, huh? said Sam “Well, her job kept her on her feet all day, and when she got home, her feet really hurt. I used to give her feet a massage. Every day. I would bring her a glass of wine, and rub each foot until they felt better. She said that I gave the best foot rubs in the world.” Sam smiled. “I used to look forward to that every day. The way her eyes would close, and she would relax, letting her stress melt away. I always felt so loved during those times.”
Sam looked over at Sandra. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile tugged at her firm lips.
“Have you dated much since the divorce?” asked Sandra.
“No,” said Sam “I have been too afraid of being rejected again.”
“Well, Sam.” said Sandra with a smile “I have been looking for you.”
Sam stared at Sandra, his eyes wide. “What do you mean you have been looking for me?”
“Yes, Sam, I have been looking for you. I want you to listen to me closely. If you want it, I can give you back that feeling you had when you gave your ex foot rubs. I can make you feel important, loved, and wanted. I can give you back what you lost, and help you to find new strength to face the world as you are. Is this something you want?”
“I don’t understand” said Sam.
“You will,” replied Sandra “Now, pay for our drinks.”
Sam pulled out his wallet, and gave is credit card to the bartender. His was flustered, and not sure quite what was going on, but as a gentlemen, he felt it was his responsibility to pay. Especially, if she wanted him to. While he waited for the bartender to run his card and bring back the receipt, Sam thoughts were racing. “Can she really bring back that feeling? How? What does she want? Why does she think she has been looking for me?” Sam felt a mixture of hope, fear, and uncertainty washing up and down him.
“Come, Sam.” said Sandra, standing up. “I want you to take me to your place, and I will try to show you what I am talking about. Where are you parked?”
“Down on level two” replied Sam. “It is a silver Corolla.”
Seeing that Sam was done with the bill, Sandra reached down next to her stool, and picked up a black laptop messenger bag, and headed toward the door. Sam got up, and followed her.
As they entered the elevator, Sam looked at Sandra. “Aren’t you afraid of me? I have never had anyone want to come to my house after talking for only fifteen minutes.”
“I know that I am perfectly safe with you, Sam. Isn’t that true?”
“Well, yes. But you don’t know me!” said Sam.
“But I do!” replied Sandra, her green eyes warm with repressed mirth
The doors on the elevator opened to the garage, and Sandra followed Sam to his car.
“Nice car, Sam” said Sandra with a smile.
“Well, its paid for, and works. Don’t need anything else. Besides it gets good mileage.”
Sandra stopped at the passenger seat, and Sam came over and unlocked, and opened the door for her. She set her bag down behind the seat, and sat down. Sam closed the door and waked around the front to the drivers side. His mind was reeling.
“I don’t believe I am doing this.” he was thinking over and over. “I don’t even know her!”
The drive to Sam’s condo was quick, and Sandra was quiet the whole time. Sam kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Her head was back against the seat, a small smile smile on her lips.
After parking, they entered the elevator, and once on his floor, Sam opened the door. Sandra quickly entered ahead of Sam, stopping in the foyer to remove her coat.
“Sam, will you show me around? I would like to see your style.” Sandra gave Sam a big smile.
“Sure” replied Sam. “I bought this place last year. I really like it, it took me over three years to save enough for the down payment.”
Sam lead Sandra into the living room. “This is the living room of course, and off to the side there is a small dining room.” Sam pointed to the small but fully functional kitchen. “That is my kitchen. One of my favorite rooms.”
“Do you like to cook, Sam?”
“Yea, after my divorce, I took up cooking. I even took a year of culinary classes at the city’s community collage. I found that cooking helped me stay balanced” replied Sam.
As Sam was speaking, Sandra was wandering around the condo. She walked down the short hallway to the bedrooms, passing the guest bedroom and bath, before entering the master bedroom.
“Sam, you place is very nice. I really like your interior design. It shows a man who is in touch with himself and who wants a relaxing place to unwind. Come, lets go back to the living room.”
Sam followed her back. He felt good. She liked his place. So few people had been there, Sam was never sure if he did a good job or not.
Sandra waked over to his couch, and sat down.
“Sam, please move your coffee table over to the right more.”
Sam looked at her, questioningly “Uh, okay.”
Sam grabbed his table and began to move it over. Sam moved it a foot, then stopped.
“More Sam.”
Sam moved it a couple more feet, until it was no longer in front of Sandra.
“Good. You can leave it there. I want you to kneel at me feet, Sam” said Sandra.
Sam’s eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly knelt at her feet facing her.
“Do you have wine, Sam?”
“Yes, I have chardonnay, riesling, merlot, and syrah.”
“Take off my shoes Sam, and then I would like you to get me a glass of syrah.”
“Uh, of course” replied Sam.
Sam carefully removed Sandra’s shoes. She was wearing black high-heels, and under her shoes Sam could see sheer black nylons of some sort. As Sam stood up to go to the kitchen, he could not decide what he was feeling. He still felt flustered, and had butterflies in stomach. He entered the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle from the wine rack. Next, he grabbed a large red wine glass, and opened the bottle. “What am I doing” he wondered. “I feel like a boy in high-school before asking a girl to the prom.”
Sam poured the syrah, and came back out to the living room.
“Kneel in front of me again Sam” said Sandra.
Sam carefully knelt, so he would not spill the wine. After he knelt, he held out the glass to Sandra.
With a smile, Sandra took the glass. “Thank you Sam. You mentioned at the bar, that you loved to give your ex foot rubs. Correct?”
Sam nodded his head, unable to speak.
“I want you to give me a foot rub like you did to your ex. I will decide if it is the best in world or not. Okay, Sam? Oh, and as you give me the foot rub, I want to talk to you about your feelings.”
Feeling a little scared, Sam replied “I need to get my massage oils and a few things.”
“Okay, but be quick.”
Sam got up quickly, and went to the hall closet. From the closet, he grabbed several towels, a washcloth, and a small wash basin. He next went to his bathroom, and grabbed his massage oil, and sprinkled some bath salts into the basin. Next he went to the kitchen and filled the basin with warm water.
Sam returned to the living room, and placed the basin on one of the towels. Next he spread the other town on the floor below Sandra’s feet. Carefully, he knelt again feeling nervous and little scared.
“You may take off my nylons Sam. They are only knee highs, but I don’t want you to give them a run.”
Sam gently rolled back one of her pant legs, and carefully rolled the nylon down, her calf and over her foot. Her calves here smooth, and slid gracefully down to her ankle and her delicately formed foot. Her delicate toes were topped by well kept nailed painted a deep red. After repeating the process on the other foot. Sam moved the wash basin in front of him, and lowered her bare feet into the water.
Sandra smiled, and a small sigh escaped from her lips as he leaned back and let her head fall back against the couch, her eyes closed.
Sam took the washcloth, and began to gently wash her feet in the aromatic water. Softly Sam scrubbed from the ankle down, carefully washing the foot completely. As Sam worked on each foot, he became more involved in the process. His nervousness disappearing as the muscles in her foot relaxed in the warmth.
After Sam finished washing each foot, lifted it out and dried it with a towel. When he had finished both feet, he moved the basin away, and picked up his oil.
Sam first put the oil on his hands to warm the oil, then picked up her right foot and began to work the massage oil into her foot, as he had done so many times before to his ex-wife.
“Umm, that feels very good Sam. I want you to keep massaging my feet until I tell you to stop. Okay?”
“Okay.” replied Sam.
Sandra closed her eyes for a moment before looking at Sam again.
“Sam, how are you feeling right now?”
“Uh, I feel fine.” replied Sam, unsure how to answer.
“Does rubbing my feet make you feel good? Its okay, I won’t laugh at anything you say.”
“Yea, I have always liked rubbing peoples feet, I don’t know why. I think I like to see how happy it can make people, and how much they enjoy it.”
“Do you like doing other things for people as well?” asked Sandra.
“Yea, I like to cook. I liked to keep the house clean and neat.” Sam looked thoughtfully at her delicate feet. “I like to have guests over, and I try to help others whenever I can.”
Sam looked up at Sandra. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she had a small smile on her face.
“Sam, you are a submissive. Do you know that that is?” Sandra asked.
“Submissive? Um, no.”
“It means that doing things for other people, making them happy, makes you happy. You want to serve others. More importantly, you want to serve the women in your life. You want to do things for them, you want to pamper them, you want them to tell you what will make them happy”
As she talked Sam felt an electric jolt run through him. “How does she know how I feel?” he thought.
“Sam, I am a very dominant woman. I am looking for a man to submit me my will. To be fully and utterly mine. A man to rub my feet, to cook my meals, to take care of my every need.” Sandra gave Sam a wicked grin. “And some of my needs you might find a little strange.”
“Uh, Sandra” Sam began “What does this have to do with me?”
Sandra looked Sam directly in the eyes. “I think you might be the man I have been looking for.”
Sam’s mind began running in scared, excited circles. “But we barely know each other!”
Sandra laughed. “That is supposed to be my line, Sam! Sam, I want you to think about this as you rub my feet. I want to relax now. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
“Okay, sure, Sandra.”
Sandra leaned back against the cushions, and closed her eyes. She focus on her feet, and let the muscles relax under Sam’s expert fingers. “Well, Sandra girl, you found yourself a good one!” Sandra was an expert in human psychology, having her own practice. She had entered psychology in an attempt to figure out why she had desires that the rest of society felt were aberrant. Over the years, she had become adept and reading people, their clothes, their homes. It only took an hour of conversion, and a walk through their house, and Sandra had a good idea of their personality traits, habits, and core principles. Sam, she saw, was a good, safe, sane, and unsure person who would do anything she asked and would never intentionally harm her. “In fact,” she thought, “he may be the best untrained sub I have ever come across.”
Sandra opened her eyes, and looked down at Sam. Sam did not notice her look. He was completely focused on her feet. Nothing else mattered at that moment, but doing a good job and making this strange woman happy. As Sam worked, a sense of calm built inside of him. The same feeling he used to have with his ex.
“Sam,” said Sandra “hand me my purse.”
Sam looked up, then reached over to the table were she had placed her purse. He picked it up, and handed it to her.
“Thank you Sam. You may finish the massage.”
While Sam continued to massage, Sandra reached into her purse and pulled out her business card. Next she took her planner, and grabbed a pen, and on the back of her card, wrote down several websites.
A few minutes later, with a small sigh, Sam finished the massage, and taking another towel, blotted way the excess massage oil off her feet.
“Sam, please put my nylons back on.”
Sam picked up the rolled nylons, and carefully rolled them up over her feet, ankles and up her calves.
Sandra handed Sam her card.
“Sam, this is my business card. On the back I have written several websites I would like you to visit and read. These are very good sites, and I think you will learn a lot from them. I want to have dinner with you on Friday. I want you to cook me a nice romantic dinner. During the meal, I want to discuss with you what you have read, and how you feel about what you read.”
“Okay, Sandra. I can do that.” replied a startled Sam.
“Good,” replied Sandra “I want you to call me a cab now. I need to get home, and I want you get some rest and think about what I said tonight. I will talk to you tomorrow via email, but for now, lets schedule dinner for 7pm on Friday. You may pick me up at my practice. The address is on the front of the card.”
Sam smiled. “I would like that very much, Sandra.”
Sam picked up his phone and called her a cab. While he was doing this, Sandra stood and headed down to Sam’s bathroom. Sandra used the bathroom, and washed her hands. She dried her hands, and joined Sam in the living room. From her planner, she took a piece of paper. She wrote several items on the paper and handed the paper to Sam.
“Sam, this is a list of some toiletries I would like you to buy for me and put in your guest bathroom for me to use while I am here.
“Sure, Sandra. I would be happy to.” replied Sam.
“I hope you had a good time Sandra. I really enjoyed having you over.”
“I know you did Sam, and I had a good time as well. That foot massage made me happy. You are very good.”
Sam felt a rush giddiness as she said this. His eyes began to shine.
Just then they heard the horn of the taxi as it pulled up outside.
“Until tomorrow then Sam.”
Sandra picked up her purse off the table, and her messenger bag from the foyer. Sam opened the door, and with a smile Sandra kissed Sam on the cheek, then walked out toward the main entrance of the condos.
Sam watched her until the door closed behind her. Feeling a little breathless. Sam slowly closed his front door. He felt happy, a feeling he had not felt in a long time. As he walked back into the living room, his eye fell on the clock.
“Wow, its almost 11:30!” he said to himself. “I did not realize it was that late! Well, I best get to bed like she told me to.”
Sam began turning off the lights before he entered his bedroom. After brushing his teeth and setting his alarm, Sam got into bed, and turned off his lights. With a smile, and a feeling of peace in his heart, he drifted off to sleep with one thought.
“She likes me!”
