I was alone with Her for the first time. Her voice rumbled softly in my ear, deep and menacing. She spoke slowly.
"There is nothing you need to do. Just stand, your hands at your side, and wait. You'll know if you need to do anything. Relax." Her finger starts on your arm, stroking lightly, slowly moving up. Soon you forget about that finger, innocently making its way up your arm distracted by Her other hand, which is capturing your thumbs and pulling them behind your back. Your power goes down a notch. Just as both thumbs are secure your attention it riveted to your throat, and the hand that is slowly closing around it. You don't resist. You knew it would be like this when you squealed, "Yes!" But you are very aware of the woman whose hands are suddenly all over you. Control slips away. Your heart pounds.
Until now we'd only held hands, hadn't even kissed. We'd talked. And we'd exchanged massages. I'd been wet for Her more than once. But She never made a move on me, never even tried to kiss me. But last night, on our evening walk, She asked me to be Her lover and I accepted immediately, to my embarrassment.
Sexual tension was thick in the air as we entered Her apartment. What, exactly, would She do with me? She stands very close, as if to kiss, our breath mingling, and lips an inch apart. To maintain control She has Her other hand at your throat, holding you firmly against the wall. My thumb against your jaw prevents you from turning to kiss me as I move closer, just missing your lips as I skirt your face on my way to your ear. "Soon I will kiss you, but first you must be properly mounted. Remove your clothes." Never had a woman spoken to you like that before. Deep, authoritative, commanding, sure, and unhurried. She releases you and steps back, watching.
I could still say "no," still change my mind. I knew what She wanted. She wanted me to make myself available to Her. Vulnerable to Her. Naked before Her. As She said during that walk in the park, when She titillated me with erotic descriptions of sexual surrender. I chose. I chose between the safe, uninspired sexuality I'd always known, and the heat of submission I have always secretly desired. After a brief hesitation, I walked to center stage and, slowly, began unbuttoning my blouse... Naked now, you stand: exposed, vulnerable, and not as secure in your beauty as you would like. You fold your arms, desperate to retain some shred of decency, but She will not allow it. "Fold your arms behind your back." You realize that She knows exactly what you are doing and feeling... that She intends to strip you of all your defenses, to lay open not only your body but also your mind. Obedience exposes all that you intended to protect. She watches me, considering the exchange of power that has occurred as Her eyes roam freely across you.
