The Enticement: The Submissive Series by Tara Sue Me

Now, as I chatted with her on the phone and we caught up with each other, I realized that the blog would be another way for me to mentor.
    I told her as much.
    “It sounds like a wonderful opportunity,” she said. “I think it’s important to show the public what BDSM is and what it’s not.”
    “I hope I can do that.”
    “There was a case here recently where a submissive was stalked and later assaulted as she left a club one evening.” There was a rustling of papers. “I printed out the newspaper article on it because she came to one of our meetings about a year ago.”
    I vaguely remembered Nathaniel mentioning the incident. But I never heard what happened.
    “Here it is,” Christine said. “They didn’t find the man who did it. The sad thing is the way the media painted the woman. They twisted it so much, it came out sounding like the woman had asked for it.”
    Nathaniel hadn’t told me that part. “That’s horrible. That poor woman.”
    “Assault is never justified, but to hear some people, it wasn’t that bad because she was kinky.”
    “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
    “Right? That’s what Paul and I said. We had a group discussion about it.”
    “Let me get my hands on the person who said that.”
    She laughed, but with a touch of sadness. “How about instead you get your hands on a keyboard and work on fighting the battle that way.”
    “Kind of like the mighty keyboard instead of the pen?”
    “Exactly. If you can educate just one person, then maybe that person will tell someone else and they’ll tell another person and before you know it there won’t be any more stories like that one in the newspaper.”
    “The sad thing is, some of the public might see the assailant as what a Dom is like,” I said. “When I worked at the library, I once overheard a group of women talking about BDSM. Two of the ladies were trying to explain the difference between BDSM and abuse. It was so hard not to jump in and give my opinion. After all, that was the first time I’d ever come across a group talking about BDSM in my library.”
    “Yeah, that must have been strange. But now look at the great opportunity you have to educate so many people.” Her voice dropped a notch. “And I can’t wait to brag to my friends about the famous writer I knew back when she was a novice submissive.”
    “Blogger,” I corrected. “I wouldn’t say I’m a writer yet. I’m a blogger.”
    “Semantics, Abby.” I pictured her rolling her eyes at me. “It doesn’t matter what you call it.”
    We talked a few more minutes before saying our good-byes. By that time, Nathaniel had made it back in the house, having decided to swim by himself. He came into the library and shook his head at me, showering me with water droplets from his hair.
    I shrieked and held my hands up. “What are you doing?”
    “Getting your clothes wet so you have to take them off.”
    I brushed the water drops off my arm. “There are better ways to go about getting me naked.”
    “But this was more fun.”
    I loved seeing him so lighthearted and playful. Almost made up for him getting me wet.
    “I’m going to get you back,” I threatened, trying to think up something evil and mean I could do to him in return.
    “I look forward to it,” he said with a wicked grin.
    “Well,” I said, standing up. “You’ll have to wait. I still have the thirty-minute meditation you assigned me.”
    His grin fell. “Damn. I didn’t expect that to bite me in the ass.”
    It wasn’t the first time I wanted him to bend a rule or tell me I didn’t have to do something he’d commanded. And just like all the other times, I knew he wouldn’t change his mind about my assignment. So I gave him a quick kiss and headed upstairs.

Chapter Six
    T hree weeks later, Meagan called the Friday morning after my first piece went up.
    “Abby!” she nearly yelled and I held the phone away from my ear. “You won’t believe it! It’s