Domination & submission _ the BDSM relationship handbook ( PDFDrive )

My Two Cents on Primals
There really wasn’t a word for what Nicole was, at the time. She was, in my
mind, quite simply a difficult submissive. On the one hand, she had a truly
beautiful spirit and an intense, focused loyalty – not only to me, but to the other
members of my house – that was simply amazing. On the other hand, she would
often do odd and inexplicable things that would perplex or infuriate me. I didn’t
know it then, but Nicole was a Primal.
When she first walked into my life, I was sitting at my desk, working in the front
office of a technology business that I’d founded some years previously. The
door chimed, and I looked up from my work to see a petite young woman with
straight blonde hair to the small of her back and penetrating blue eyes that were
focused intently on mine. She seated herself in the chair in front of my desk and
we chatted amiably about the services my business had to offer. As we spoke, I
noticed an unusual tattoo which covered her entire forearm from wrist to elbow.
The tat consisted of orange and black tiger stripes that encompassed her arm like
a sleeve. I noticed also that her aggressive, penetrating eyes never – ever –
strayed from their laser-like focus on mine. We quickly arrived at a business
agreement, and when it came time to finalize the paperwork, she leaned over the
desk to sign the contract and did something very odd, something which I found
simultaneously fascinating and arousing. She sniffed me.
A few days later, I received a phone call from my mysterious new client; she
was having a little problem with our software. Would I be available to discuss it
with her? Incredibly, I heard myself responding, “Sure! Actually, I was just
about to break for lunch. It’s such a gorgeous day out, I was thinking of having
a sandwich in the park. Would you care to join me?” She gave me her address,
and told me she could be ready in ten minutes. As I hung up the phone, I
thought to myself, what the hell just happened?
I never did go back to the office that day. At the park, we sat on the grass and
studiously ignored both our sandwiches and our purported reason for being
there. As she grew more comfortable in my presence, she became progressively
more playful as well, climbing the trees and cavorting on the playground
equipment. It was something I might have expected from an adolescent, but she
was in her twenties. I found myself incredibly, irresistibly fascinated, amused,
and yes... smitten.