Marie shuffled around the bedroom a bit before sitting down on the bed beside me. She seemed nervous. For her to be nervous didn’t make any sense to me. She had such a strong personality, and most definitely wasn’t a shy person.
“I’m scared,” Marie said as she looked down at the ground.
“Baby, I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“How do you know that?” She said skeptically.
“Because.. I know you. I know what you like, what you don’t, and how much you can tolerate before it gets to be too much. Trust me, this could be really good for you.”
“How did you get into something like this?” Marie looked me directly in the eyes.
“Marie, darling, My life is a whole lot of chaos, and I needed to find something to relieve me of that. I like feeling like I have control of what is going on. The bedroom is the only place I can feel any sort of control, so that is my escape. I like to tell my sub what to do, and be thanked for it. I like to be in control of the orgasm…the power to deny or grant their request. But mostly, it’s being able to take care of someone I care about deeply. The domination is just a symbol for me of being able to give them something that nobody else can. It is special between my sub and I. And you are very special to me. I want you to have this piece of me that most people never will experience.”
Marie nodded her head a few times and shifted her gaze to the restraints sitting on my bedside table.
“I trust you.”