About Mia

I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “Respectfully…”

“It’s none of my business.” Roger completes my sentence. “Elliot. I’m not simply speaking as a protective father right now, though make no mistake I am, I’m also speaking as one of us. Men like you and I.”

“Alright.” I say, then take a sip of my drink. “But I still don’t see how this is anybody’s business but Mia and I’s. Heather has given me freedom to Prince and Mia is is more than willing. We’re not hurting anyone.”

“I don’t need to know the details.” He says, his voice like a grounding anchor of calm. “As a father it is difficult knowing your daughter has extended her deepest trust to other men. And given her history…I am especially protective. But I also know women like her have special needs and I know just what a gift, what a…necessary outlet, a Prince can be for them.” He swirls his bubbly drink as if it were some high class scotch, his eyes staring through the fizz into some distant point in infinity. “But I also know that Mia has…different interests than others like her. And Rebecca tells me you are indulging these interests.” He turns his head toward me. “She calls you…Sir?”

I hold his gaze for a few seconds. In his eyes I find no malice or judgment, only concern. I nod. “Mia enjoys a dominant partner, yes.”

He nods and says nothing for a time. “This is a delicate matter, but…I would like to make a request of you and how you spend your time with Mia.”

Squirming I clear my throat. “Um…that’s really none of your…”

“Business.” Again he completes my thought. “My business is my daughter’s well-being, so indirectly it is my business.” Setting down his drink he slides to the edge of his chair, fully turning to me. With his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, he says. “About Mia’s…interests. She has probably told you that they are frowned upon.”

“She has. And I think it’s cruel that she’s judged as deviant because of them.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not deviancy but irresponsibility.” He pauses, again choosing his words carefully. “Let me put it this way. Imagine you had a…puppy. A happy little puppy. It loved you with all of its heart and you loved it. You wanted to give it its best life and so…you let it begin to make all the choices. It chooses where it walks, what it eats, how it wants its affection. Pretty soon you will be living like a dog. And the truly good life you could have given it is abandoned for the whims of that cute little puppy.”

“I am not a puppy, Roger.”

“And neither am I.” He says, pleased I was following his metaphor. “But in some ways we are not so different from that love-starved pooch. Our entire being is focused on making one woman happy. In your case many women, but Heather is the one that truly matters. That focus blinds us to more practical issues. Because of the nature of the bond we are naturally the more submissive of our pairing. It’s just biology. It is the nature of things. You can try to turn things upside down but that doesn’t change the fact that you are standing on your head and calling it your feet.” Tilting his head and looking into my eyes he pauses again. “Tell me, Elliot. Did you have these…dominant tendencies before you met Mia?”

“Well…no. Not really. It’s something I am exploring with her, actually.”

“Because it makes her happy?”

Slowly I nod. “Yes. But…I am enjoying too. It’s…something new and exciting. She’s unlocked something inside of me.”

“I can imagine.” He smiles. “They have a way of doing that. They don’t change you, they…bring out what is already there. They let you become a more vibrant version of yourself. I am not telling you not to enjoy yourself. I am not telling you to deny Mia what she desires. I am giving you context.” He slides back in his seat, hands folded over his belly. “Eventually Mia will take a man of her own. And when she does she will need to know how to look after him, to lead him, because that is the only way this works. It is all well and good her playing…submissive with a honey boy, but when the real thing happens she needs to be prepared to hold the reigns of her relationship alone.”

“So what are you asking me?”

Just then the study door, which had been left open a crack, swing open. Rebecca, looking stunning in a slim fitting slinky black dress that did nothing to hide the bulge at her crotch, strides into the room.

“He is asking you to give her what she wants while preparing her to become the woman she needs to be.” She walks across the room to Roger. In one graceful movement, like a pair of dancers, Roger slips off of his chair to cede it to Rebecca. She sits down upon the leather armchair like a queen upon her throne. She crosses her long, shapely legs. Roger kneels beside her legs with no shame nor hesitation, one of the most powerful men in the state transformed into a worshiper of his wife and lover as naturally as caterpillar becoming a butterfly. Rebecca smiles and, quite tenderly, strokes Roger’s bald head with the tips of her fingers. Rarely had I seen a man so perfectly contented as Roger as he lays his head on her thigh. It brought to mind myself on Heather’s nipple. Rebecca, her dark eyes shining with possessive pride of showing her man to me, asks. “You’ve heard of topping from the bottom?”

“Um…no.”

Her crimson lips nearly smirk, though not quite. “You are a sweet little thing, aren’t you? It is when the partner that appears to be the submissive is actually the dominant, or that is as close a definition as I need to make my point. Roger believes you might offer Mia the reverse. To maintain the illusion of strength and control while encouraging her to gradually take on moments of dominance herself. As her Sir you might help her find her voice and her confidence and in the end her authority.” Turning her hand over she strokes the back of her fingers back across the arch of Roger’s head. “I believe she should simply give up all this foolishness and take charge of you like a proper Mistress, to have you kissing her feet and begging, but…” Her voice softens. “…Roger has always understood our daughter more than me. Our poor, precious girl was…broken when she blessed our lives by coming to stay with us.” Now her eyes soften too, a soft glow of love peeking through her fierce exterior. She whispers. “Roger helped to find the pieces again, my structure and standards helped glue them back into place. But she is growing beyond us now, as she must. In you she has found something else she needs to grow. That music she made for you…and the escape from her dreams…clearly you have found something inside of Mia that neither we nor her therapist have ever touched.” She takes a deep breath, her stern facade snapping back into place. “You are a common boy. I am grateful you are already claimed as you are not nearly good enough for our Mia. But…you may prove to be good for her in the end.”

“Let my girl enjoy her happiness with you.” Roger says. “But help her in becoming the great woman she is meant to be.”