“My God! What, what, what, the Fuck, was that picture?!! We were sitting in a quiet corner of the pu
“My God! What, what, what, the Fuck, was that picture?!! We were sitting in a quiet corner of the pub garden midway between our homes sipping wine.. “There I said you’d be repelled..” I glumly look down.. “I didn’t say that.. but you were right about me being shocked!” I look up at her again.. “Is that it? Just shocked?” “Its just I’ve never seen so many.. so SO many.. (sotto voce), so many sex toys in one place.. and all that rope!” “I see you’ve been looking closely..” “I guess - well yes.. I might’ve zoomed it in, a few times.. God you’re perverted aren’t you” “Zoomed in.. that’s interesting.. How many times?” “I.. that is.. I.. well all morning.. actually I can’t take my eyes off it, OK!” “Well you did say you wanted to know what my bedroom preferences were. So who’s the pervert here?” “Oh NO don’t put this on me! I didn’t expect you’d send me something this.. this.. explicit!” “Actually I think you were hoping for more, weren’t you?” “More! MORE! How could you send me anything ‘more’!” “Something more action-packed perhaps?” She looks guiltily away.. “Anyway you’re avoiding the elephant in the room.. How’d looking at that picture make you feel?” “How do I feel? What do you mean?” She’s looking flustered, colour rising in her cheeks.. “Simple question really.. Looking at that woman lying on the bed, surrounded by all that equipment and sex toys, how’d that make you feel?” “I.. I.. I don’t know OK!” She glances quickly around the garden, like a cornered animal.. I extend my arm, hand open on the table between us.. Without thinking she reaches out and takes it: she’s shaking.. “Look at it again, what’s she wearing?” “I don’t have to, I KNOW what she’s wearing - some sort of Leather harness with metal D-rings!” “Oh I see you’ve been using that BDSM glossary link I sent you, haven’t you?” She fully blushing now.. “Anyway you still didn’t answer, how does that picture make you feel. Tell me!” - a sharp command.. Her head snaps up, her finely manicured nails digging into my wrist.. “God! OK! You Bastard, it made me hot!” “How ‘hot’, exactly?” Pushing her to reveal her true feelings.. She’s blushing crimson now.. “Hot.. hot.. down there..” “So, you mean it made your Cunt, hot.. and wet I’d bet!” She’s silent looking anywhere but at me, frozen on the brink.. “Say it!” - hard and commanding.. She tenses right up, her nails now talons in my wrist, then it all tumbles out.. “God! Yes! OK! My Cunt got wet.. REALLY wet.. The dam has broken: she can’t stop now.. ..wet and ashamed, but I couldn’t stop looking.. all those Dildos and Butt Plugs.. that Anal Hook(!)..did she really have them ALL used ON her.. She takes a long shuddering breath.. “Those ropes and cuffs and handcuffs, did she get restrained while you did.. did.. did things to her?!.. I couldn’t stop wondering what I.. what SHE felt!” She’s run out of steam.. Eventually: “You did that on purpose didn’t you? Sent me something that would make my imagination run riot!?” I let her stew for a minute, coming to terms with her confession.. I let her be the first to speak.. “So is that what.. what.. you’re gonna do to me?” “Me? Oh no! I’m not going ‘do’ anything ‘to’ you!” She’s struck dumb, crumpling a little as the realisation that despite her ‘baring her soul’ and admitting what she desires, I am still not going to give 'it’ to her.. I let the situation sink in for a full 2 minutes, it seems quite a long time to me, to her it must seem like an age.. Then I begin.. “No I’m not going to 'do’ anything 'to’ you. You see a Dominant-submissive relationship is one where the the submissive - you in this case - willingly gives up her say in what happens to her between the sheets - you have to freely pass the control of your body to me.. I just help you explore your darker desires.. She’s very still.. Processing what all this might, mean for her and us.. I go on: “So I truly don’t 'do’ anything 'to’ you.. you agree to some particular activities I suggest as your Dominant and then we find out if they 'rock your boat’ together..” “But you do agree that I have full control of your body in the bedroom - you fully submit to my wishes in the bedroom, and through that we both experience heightened.. extremely heightened pleasure..” She looks dumbfounded: completely unable to speak.. I let the silence hang heavy between us, then go on: “I do don’t expect an answer right now, I realize you’ll need time to think about it, as will I.. Do you want time to consider before you answer?” She’s waking from the dream, it takes her a few moments to gather her thoughts.. “I.. No.. Yes.. I mean I already know I want this.. Can’t we just.. start?” “No I’m afraid not - I want time to consider and find out if you’re the right girl for me!” “Find out, how’ll you do that?” “Oh I’ll set you little, daily, tasks.. tests if you like, and if you 'pass’, I’ll take on your submissive training. Do you agree to my conditions?” “You with your “conditions” again!! But YES, to your conditions,there I said it! Happy now?“ "Good Girl! Now I really must be going.. Follow my instructions exactly as soon as they arrive..” I lean across the table, slip my hand around the back of her neck and draw her in for a lingering, passionate kiss.. I can feel her melting.. “One last thing.. I say as I pull away and rise, showing her the deep nail marks she’s left on my wrist ..the only skin that ends up marked, when we meet.. will be yours!” Her instructions were simple: Go out wearing ALL the clothes, shoes, accessories and makeup I have couriered over each day, have strangers take pics on your phone then send them to me to prove you’ve been MY 'Good Girl’, EVERY day.. And she did.. -- source link
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