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MRWADE.238                                     By Master Wade





                            Carmen



                          Chapter Two





     Carmen had been sincere in submitting to Dan that 

evening in his home, but her success in making it real was 

anything but consistent.  For his part, Dan was patient, and 

yet was concerned by the roller-coaster nature of Carmen's 

submission.  One day she would be incredibly submissive and 

show every evidence of genuine submission to him. The next 

day she would be totally disobedient and disrespectful, 

behaving as if his rules for her didn't even exist.



     Dan was no stranger to the struggles of a submissive, 

and he made every effort to guide Carmen and to encourage 

her. When her disobedience was flagrant, and he knew that 

other forms of discipline and correction would do no good, 

Dan punished Carmen...or at least tried to. Often were the 

times when she would pull away from him and run into the 

bathroom, locking the door behind her.  Dan would wait for 

her to come out, and when she finally did, he would punish 

her, but even his punishment made no difference in her 

attitude or could bring her out of these moods she got in.



     "Carmen, submission is not something that a Master 

forces from you," he said to her one night. "It has to be 

something you want and need. If it isn't, then I'm just 

spinning my wheels. I can't be a Master to someone who won't 

surrender to me."

     "Yeah, right," she said, stubbornly, "and it's all my 

fault. You don't have any responsibility to make me FEEL 

submissive, do you?  You want me to be a nice little girl who 

always does what you say, don't you? Well, it's not going to 

be that easy with me."

     "I give you rules which should make you feel submissive, 

if you'd follow them. And when you don't, I discipline you, 

which should make you feel submissive. And when you don't 

respond to my discipline, I punish you, which should make you 

feel submissive. I KNOW that you need to feel submissive, 

Carmen. I KNOW that you want to feel yourself yield to me, to 

feel me drawing you to your knees in front of me. But you're 

trying to be a third baseman without playing baseball. You 

want to FEEL things that you can't feel unless you allow 

yourself to do the things that bring those feelings to you."

     "I can't submit unless I feel submissive. I'm sorry, 

that's just the way it is."

     "Then begin by being committed to your own submissive 

nature. Are you a submissive?  Then be one. Be one enough to 

embrace the relationship you're in. Be one enough to accept 

the rules your Master gives you. Be one enough to obey at 

least enough that you DO feel submissive. Then you can submit 

the rest of the way."

     "But you don't dominate me. You just gripe and complain. 

Maybe if you would BE dominant, you'd see submission from 

me."

     "Giving you rules and standing firmly by them and 

expecting you to obey them isn't being dominant? Caring 

whether you obey them or not isn't being dominant? Being 

committed enough to you and your submission to continue to 

demand that you submit to me even when you reject every 

effort that I make to discipline and punish you isn't being 

dominant?"

     "Care? I'm supposed to believe you care whether I submit 

or not?  Your rules say that I am supposed to bring you my 

journal at the end of every week, and that it is supposed to 

show that I have made daily journal entries.  When is the 

last time you ask for the journal? How am I supposed to 

believe that you really care whether I do that or not if you 

don't ask to see it?"

     "That is one of your rules, yes. And there are many 

others. One is that you are to call me Master when you speak 

to me. When have you done that?  Have you called me Master 

today?  Did you call me Master yesterday?"

     "No, I didn't call you Master yesterday, and you failed 

miserably at trying to punish me for it too, didn't you?"

     "You make it sound like you're proud of that. As if the 

only reason you're in this relationship at all is to 

challenge me and hope that I will fail in trying to dominate 

you."

     "You're not serious about being a Master. I need someone 

who is."

     "If I'm not serious about being a Master, Carmen, then 

what am I serious about?  There are basic things that I MUST 

do if I am going to be "A Master". I can't choose to do them 

some of the time and not do them other times, simply because 

I may not feel dominant that day. Ask yourself...do I do 

them? Do you see some consistency in me?  Do I claim to be a 

Master one day and appear to have no interest in it the next? 

And how do you fare in that same kind of evaluation?  Are you 

serious about being a submissive?  Do you do the basic things 

that you MUST do if you're going to be "A submissive"? Do you 

do them every day, whether you feel submissive or not? Is 

there any consistency in you?"

     "I'm very tired. I think I will go home and get some 

rest. I can't get anywhere with you."



     With great sadness, Dan walked Carmen to her car. 

Something was missing. Something was wrong. Carmen was 

holding back something from him, and he had no way of knowing 

what it was.



     Over the next few weeks, Carmen and Dan continued to 

struggle.  He seriously evaluated himself and his efforts, 

and even questioned his own dominant nature. Maybe she was 

right...maybe he wasn't being dominant with her. Maybe he did 

whine rather than control. Maybe he was too weak with her. 

Maybe they were just wrong for each other.  But he still felt 

there was something he didn't know about that was coming 

between them.



     Dan and Carmen began drifting apart emotionally. It was 

a painful thing for Dan to see happening. He had come to love 

Carmen with all his heart, and he wanted her in his life. He 

still believed in her submissive nature, and he loved all the 

other parts of her as well.  She was incredibly exciting to 

him sexually, and as they had shared the stories Carmen had 

been sent in the mail, he discovered that they both responded 

to the same sexual fantasies, in spite of the fact that many 

of them were what might be considered on the fringe of 

normalcy. But now she was distant, and he felt helpless and 

very much alone.



     Complicating the entire relationship was the matter of 

trust. Carmen, who still claimed to love Dan and to want 

things to work between them, seemed to become less and less 

trustworthy and dependable. She would say she would call him, 

and not call. She would say she would be home, but would not 

be home until hours after she had promised to be there. She 

said she would come to see him, and did not, or was hours 

late getting there.



     Dan had never faced anything quite like it before. 

Certainly he had seen it from women who were not really 

submissive in the first place. And, yes, he had seen it from 

women who were just players and only in it for the sex. And 

yes, he had seen it from women who didn't love him, and who 

were just trying out dominant men until they found one that 

"fit".  Was Carmen one of these women?  Was her whole 

approach to him and her whole intent with him one big lie? 

Dan couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it.



     During their entire relationship, Dan had been to 

Carmen's home only once.  He felt that it was her place to 

come to him, and there was also the matter of her son, and 

Dan's wish to avoid involving him until they were at a more 

comfortable place with each other. He'd seen children fall in 

love with him before when he had been dating their Mothers, 

and it was painful to see that and know that there would be 

no permanency in that relationship.



     Nor was it Dan's style to show up un-invited at anyone's 

home, and Carmen had always preferred to visit him, rather 

than having him come to her.  That was fine with Dan, and 

even during the days of confusion, when he would get her 

answering machine over and over again, even though she 

claimed to be at home, Dan never considered making the half-

hour drive to her home to talk with her. At least not until 

July 4th.



     Dan had made plans for he and Carmen to attend a music 

festival being held at a park in a neighboring city. Carmen 

had expressed an interest in it as well, and they had looked 

forward to it for weeks.  Even as late as the night before 

the festival, Carmen had sounded excited about it and had 

promised to be at his house the next morning at 9:00 ready to 

go.



     On the morning of July 4th, nine o'clock came and Carmen 

was not there.  Dan called her at 9:30, and there was no 

answer.  He called her at 10:00 and there was no answer.  

After calling at 10:30 and still not getting an answer, he 

became concerned, and drove over to her house.



     Approaching the door, Dan heard angry voices inside the 

house. One of them was Carmen's, and the other voice that of 

a man. He began to ring the doorbell, but stopped. He could 

hear what they were saying to each other.



     "It was a mistake to let you come back," Carmen was 

saying. "I knew better, but I wanted what was best for 

Gerald. But you're just like you were before. Nothing has 

changed. This isn't going to work."

     "How can it work? How can it work if you won't be my 

wife? Do you think I came back just for Gerald? Do you think 

that my love for you is such that I can just put it on hold 

and never want to hold you, or kiss you? EVERY night you 

reject me. Every day there are phone calls that you have no 

explanation for. Every weekend you go somewhere and don't 

want to hear any questions from me when you get home."

     "Get away from the door. I told you that I promised 

Maria I would be there at 9:00.  I'm two hours late! Let me 

out of here!"



     Dan had heard enough. He walked back to his car and 

drove back home, his cheeks wet with tears.



Continued in Chapter three....















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