AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You’re evil. Did you know that?” I asked, while moving into position.
His laughter sent chills of anticipation down my spine. “Oh, Abby, you’ve yet to see just how truly evil I can be.”
* * *
I shivered the next day, remembering that laugh and those words as I sat at my computer. Years ago, when I was a new submissive, Nathaniel had given me a journal to document my journey of sexual submission. I’d quickly filled that notebook with my thoughts and questions, and even my fantasies. When I filled a second, I’d suggested to Nathaniel that I keep the journal online as a blog.
I’d expected him to say no, but instead he agreed with me. His only request had been that I never wrote anything that could lead back to either one of us or our family. In the beginning he’d simply read my posts, but now it had grown to the point where he commented on them as well. My readers always liked it when he did.
I started out with Nathaniel as my only follower, but we were both amazed at how rapidly my readership grew. What began as a way for me to document my thoughts and experiences for myself and my Master had grown into a blog visited daily by thousands of people. The Secret Life of a Submissive Wife was growing into a real phenomenon.
Even so, I had never imagined getting an e-mail like the one currently sitting in my in-box. I read it again for the fifth time, just to be sure I wasn’t making it up.
Dear Submissive Wife,
I work at Women’s News Now. As you may be aware, we are part of the National News Network, the second-largest media corporation in America. I have been an avid reader of your blog, almost from day one. I love the way you discuss BDSM. You make it real, approachable, and sexy.
We are planning to increase our coverage of intimate relationships. As part of that expansion, I’d like to know if you’d be interested in talking with me about potential opportunities for you at WNN.
My contact information is below. I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Meagan Bishop
My hands trembled and I sat dumbfounded. I had actually been contacted by someone who worked for National News Network. Not only that, they read my blog and wanted to talk to me about “opportunities.” What kind of opportunities?
They owned several leading magazines as well as a handful of television networks. I didn’t know enough about them to know what else they had their hands in. Either Meagan would tell me or I could do some Internet research.
I glanced at the clock. I couldn’t call Meagan back immediately because it was time to pick Elizabeth up from preschool. Probably for the best, anyway; I didn’t want to appear overly eager. I would pick Elizabeth up, we’d have lunch, I’d cross my fingers that both she and Henry would take a nap at the same time, and then I’d call this Meagan Bishop back.
I found it difficult to think about anything other than the e-mail. I tried calling Nathaniel, but I got only his voice mail. I hung up with a sigh. I was busting to tell someone but it’d probably be more fun to tell him in person. And by the time he got home, I’d have spoken to Meagan, so I’d have more information.
Lunch took forever. While Elizabeth ate, I threw dinner together in the slow cooker. Henry refused to let anyone help him eat, so of course, when he finished, he had to be cleaned up. Fortunately, he went down for his nap quickly, but Elizabeth loved being read to and would try as hard as possible to stay awake so I could read multiple stories. She usually fell asleep halfway through the second and today was no different.
The house was blissfully quiet when I made it down the stairs to the library. I opened the e-mail again and, with my heart thumping so hard I could take my pulse by watching my shirt, I called the number Meagan listed in the e-mail.
“Meagan Bishop,” she answered brisk and businesslike.
I was surprised she answered her phone herself but I realized it meant she must be a pretty direct person. I liked that. “Meagan, hello. My name’s Abby. I run the Submissive Wife blog. I got your e-mail.”
“Oh, hey. Did you say your name’s Abby? I’m so glad you called. I’ve been dying to talk to you.” Her tone changed. It became friendly and less brash. “I love your blog. The writing, the content, all of it.”
“Thank you.”
“I feel like I halfway know you already, just from reading you. Crazy, isn’t it?”
“Not too much,” I said. “I try to be realistic and everything I write about actually happened. I don’t make anything up. What you read is the real me.”
“I thought so but it’s so good to have you confirm it.”
“I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.”
“There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, you’re probably wanting to know more about our interest in you and your blog,” she said.
“I’ll admit I’m very curious about what opportunities you have in mind.”
A hint of her businesswoman persona slipped back into her voice. “Ultimately, that will depend on you and what you feel comfortable with. And we’re willing to break it up into baby steps. You can start out slow and if you want to do more and the need is there, we’ll look into you doing more.”
I smiled. “Baby steps. I like that.”
Meagan laughed and then continued. “We’re wanting to start a roundtable talk show about love and sex. As a tie-in, we need someone to write content for the Web site and we want that person to know what they’re talking about. You could still keep and post to your personal blog.”
My head spun. Me? Write? For a job?
“Meagan, I’ll admit my first thought is that surely you can find someone with more experience to write for you,” I managed to sputter out.
“Of course we could,” she said. “But we don’t want them. We’ve seen your work and we want you. Like I said before, your voice, your use of language is delicately sensual and that appeals to a lot of people.”
“Thank you,” I said, but my head was absolutely spinning. “Listen, I’ll have to give it some thought and get back to you.”
“Yes, please, take some time to think about it. For now, I’ll forward you some information. Also, if you think you’re interested, there’s a meeting in April in New York City. We’d love to have you come talk with us.”
I took the dates down and we said good-bye. I didn’t realize how long we’d been chatting until we hung up and Elizabeth came down the stairs.
I held out my arms and she gave me a not-quite-awake-yet hug. “Sleep well, Princess?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Can I cook with you tonight?”
“I’ve already started dinner, but you can help me make biscuits.”
That woke her up. Henry would probably sleep for another thirty minutes, so I gave Elizabeth another quick hug, said, “Come on,” and we headed to the kitchen.
* * *
I waited until the kids were in bed for the night before bringing anything up with Nathaniel. I found him in the living room watching a college basketball game while on the phone with his cousin Jackson. Technically speaking, they weren’t really talking; they were arguing about a call one of the referees just made. I sat down beside him and waited for them to finish. Nathaniel ended the call when the game went to commercial break.
He smiled. “Tell me.”
I didn’t even ask how he knew I had been waiting to give him some news. After so many years together, it had become second nature for him to read me so well.
“I got offered a job today,” I said. “A writing job.”
“You applied for a job?” There wasn’t any judgment in his voice, just surprise.
“No, nothing like that. They found me through the blog.” I summarized the call with Meagan while he listened intently.
“Wow,” he said when I finished. “What an incredible opportunity for you. You are going to meet with them, right?”
“I really want to.” I realized exactly how much when I said it out loud.
“Then do it. Chances like this don’t often fall in our laps.”
