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With Victoria, it feels more like asserting control over a chaotic situation and forcing it into submission. I’ve watched plenty of scenes like that in my days attending clubs around the world, but it never occurred to me that it could have the same effect on me as my quiet, meditative, sexual dominance practices.
Bringing the two worlds together down here is my chance to find out.
I’m sure that once I get this woman into my own peaceful, controlled environment, my raging desire for her will mellow into my usual soft longing for everything to go as planned. I’m absolutely sure of it.
I don’t know what it would mean for it to go the other direction.
She turns to me, forehead crinkled. “Is this some kind of Fifty Shades of Grey thing?”
“I didn’t see the film.”
“It was a book.”
“Oh, okay, well, I didn’t read it. Is it about a rich bachelor who brings his gorgeous younger date down to his BDSM room?”
Her face illuminates as she smiles. “Yeah, it is.”
I nod, happy to have pleased her, if slightly confused as to what this means for us right now. “Well, I guess it is like that, then. What happens after he brings her down to his dungeon?”
She’s wandering further into the room, examining tables and tools and toys, but not touching anything. “He ties her up and stuff.”She whirls to face me, a mischievous look lighting up her features. “Is that what you’re gonna do to me?”
“Do you want me to tie you up?'' It takes my full strength to keep my voice level as I walk toward her.
“Sure.”
“And then what should I do? After I tie you up?” My hands finally find her body and I pull her close to mine, her back pressed against my chest, her ass squeezed in tight to my hardening cock.
“What…what are my options?” she breathes out, melting into me.
Oh, the things I would like to do to this woman.
But alas, we haven’t talked about it nearly enough for me to feel comfortable playing yet. At least, not in this room.
“Well, we’ll go through a list of options together and you can say yes or no to all of them. And then when we begin, you won’t know which one of your yeses is coming.” I slide my hand up to cover her eyes as I speak, pulling her head into the crook of my neck. She gasps softly as she loses her vision but allows me to move her body without putting up a fight.
Her immediate submission does things to me.
“So…you’ll be in complete control,” she says softly, pensively.
“That’s the idea,” I murmur into her neck, excited that she seems to be on board.
The feeling is short lived.
She pulls from my grasp and turns to face me, hands on her hips.
“But aren’t you trying to work on your control issues? I feel like if this was a novel, your character would be better served by being the one who gets tied up. The one who has to release control.”
A thought I’m not entertaining for even a moment. “Is that what happens in your Fifty Shades novel?”
“No.”
“Good. Because that’s not what’s happening here, either.”
“I just think it could be good for you?—”
“You are one more word away from a ball-gag.”
Her hands fly up in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll be good.”
