"What's the problem," he said."What's the problem," he said. He had that smug smile that says "I already know the answer to this question." I hate that smile. "I don't know, Master," I said, knowing perfectly well. "I think you do," he said, knowing perfectly well I knew. "No, really..." I said, pretending I didn't know anyone knew anything. "Why did you put on the cuffs and collar?" he asked. Good ques- tion. "I thought you might have wanted to use them ...?" Stupid answer. He just looked at me. "Would it please you if I put on something else?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Stupid question. He just looked at me some more. I was floundering. I could see he didn't believe me. "You wanted to be bound. Admit it." "No! Really! I don't know what it is with me tonight," I protest- ed. "... Master," I added. "I just can't seem to ..." "You can't seem to get into it because this is 'vanilla sex,'" he said. "Admit it." Of course it was true, but I couldn't admit it. I thought it would spoil it if I admitted I liked something that I was supposed to be fighting every step of the way. It takes away an essential ingredi- ent of bondage if you don't fight it, and you can't fight it if you admit you want it--especially to yourself. Can you? "We've reached another milestone here and you just haven't realized it yet," he said. |