Author's Note:
Our story follows a man fed up with his partner for not giving him the opportunity to live out his unfulfilled sexual fantasies. He contemplates breaking up with her but is unable to do so as he still loves her dearly. He instead opts to take a much more radical approach, he decides to play a twisted game of manipulation on her and attempts to subversively coerce her into becoming his dream partner. He is patient and deliberate in his approach as he every single day construct plots designed to push her into slowly, but surely, becoming the dominant woman he's always wanted her to be.
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Chapter One: Maniacal Manipulation
Friday: Relationship Problems
"I'm sorry baby but I just can't do it."
"Just a little bit. Come on Olivia, just dominate me a little bit." Robert begged as they both laid naked in bed.
Olivia sighed, her heart shaped face looked miserable, "Robbie, I can't. I'm not that kind of girl, sorry." she said and turned her strawberry blonde haired head away from him.
Robert leaned forward, his fit six foot three inch, two hundred pound body dwarfed her five foot four inch, one hundred and ten pound body even when laying down.
"Please baby, you've never even tried to do it how do you know you won't like it if you've never..."
"I know because it doesn't turn me on Robert!" Olivia said impatiently and crossed her arms, "In fact, it turns me off knowing that you would even want me to dominate you." she said and gave him a sad look with her light blue eyes.
"But it's just...games hunny, it's just us playing around a bit, it's nothing serious." Robert insisted.
"Robert, stop asking me to do it because I won't." she said and frowned.
When Olivia frowned she drew her tiny nose upwards and little wrinkles formed around it, Robert had always felt that even when she was upset she looked cute.
"I like when you dominate me Robbie, I like when you hold me down and make me feel small, I can't be the dominant one."
"Can't we just try one time and see how it goes? Just once."
"No. Stop! You're always doing this to me." she said and pouted with her full, naturally red lips.
"Doing what?"
"Making me feel bad about not wanting to dominate you. You keep bothering me about it all the time. When have I ever let on that I'm that kind of girl Robbie? When?" she demanded to know.
"Well, everyone has a dominant side baby." he said encouragingly, "You just need to let that side come out."
"But I don't want to! I don't want to be dominant, why is that so fucking hard for you to understand?" she asked fiercely.
Her normally sweet voice had cracked and become harsh.
It always did when she lost her temper and Robert knew he wasn't going to be able to convince her once she got like that, he sighed and sunk his back into the bed. 'Why did she have to be so damn stubborn?' he wondered.
A couple of seconds went by before he felt her slim fingers around his muscular arm, he turned his head towards her and saw that she wore an apologetic look on her face.
"I'm sorry Robbie, I shouldn't have been so harsh." she said and rubbed his arm soothingly, "I know you're not trying to upset me it's just...when you don't let me say no I just sort of lose it sometimes. Sorry."
Robert sighed and patted her hand with his own, "It's okay, if you really don't want to I can't force you to do it." he said with resignation in his voice.
"I'm really sorry, but we can do something else if you want..." she said with slight playfulness in her voice.
"I don't know, I'm not really feeling it right now." he said and turned away from her in the bed.
She sighed and rolled over to the other side of the bed.
"Why does everything have to be so difficult?"
he heard her mutter quietly.
Robert found himself wondering the exact same thing as he pulled his cover up further over his body and prepared himself to go to sleep. He laid there for almost ten minutes before remembering he had forgotten to brush his teeth.
He groaned and swung himself agilely out of bed before heading towards the bathroom. When he got there he lit the lamp and had to squint while searching for his toothbrush and toothpaste in the far too brightly lit bathroom. It took him a while to get used to the light but eventually he did. He gazed into his own tired dark blue eyes in the mirror as he brushed his teeth.
'She's never going to agree to dominate me, no matter how much I beg.' he found himself realizing. His biggest fetish, the fetish he'd had since his late teens, was never going to get fulfilled.
He spit out the toothpaste angrily into the sink, 'Does she really even love me if she's not willing to do anything for me?' he wondered. He felt a pit form in his stomach as he suddenly didn't feel so sure if his girlfriend of four years cared as much for him as he cared for her.
"You stubborn bitch!"
he whispered angrily.
Just once. To see if she liked it. That was all he had asked for all this time and she had now made it perfectly clear she wouldn't even do that. He locked eyes with himself in the mirror and stared into the abyss of his own eyes. 'Is it even worth being with her if she isn't prepared to do anything for me?' he wondered. 'Maybe I should break up with her and find someone who wants to dominate me instead?' he pondered as his heart rate increased.
It had gotten that far, he was now considering breaking up with her. The only problem so to speak was that he still loved her. He loved her scent, her smile, her voice; everything about her was intoxicating and addictive. He felt cold and lonely just imagining not having her in his life.
No, he could never do it. He could never break up with her, not when she still made him feel the way that she did. The ridiculous thing was that he knew she had a dominant side to her, she showed it whenever she lost her temper, it was there, hidden underneath her sweeter, friendlier surface. Unknown to most people who ever met her and only surfacing when she was too upset to hold it back. He felt she'd be amazing domina if she just let herself get angry in bed.
