For me, no really, for us, the domination and submission was part of the trust that underlay our love.For me, no really, for us, the domination and submission was part of the trust that underlay our love. While Jon and I were friends we had not had anything approaching a sexual relationship before this. He was married, happily and quite monogamous. I wasn't sure what he wanted out of these games with me. I knew that he was no stranger to bondage or discipline, but I had no idea of what he would do to me, with me. My lover had, in essence, said to me "do this, do it for me, I don't ask, I tell you". And I so knelt while another man caressed my naked breasts and talked about me as if I was there only for his pleasure. "Out?" Jon asked, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Out on the porch?" I was still sufficiently anxious that the porch actually sounded pretty tame to me. "Oh, no, I mean Out, out. Down the street. Walking the dog. Displaying the body". I stood very still. "Actually, she's not quite ready. Lets get her into pants, to save her knees". How thoughtful, he's worried about my knees. He grabbed my gym bag and pulled out a pair of old grey sweats. "These will be easy to put on" and tossed them to Jon. Standing behind me, and leaning over, he reached his arms around me and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. |