Mark decided that it was better late than never. He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. Kristin was already up and had the coffee on. The warm, delicious aroma scented the entire room. He sat down at the table and reached for the paper. He opened it but was not interested in reading it. His mission this week was to watch Kristin, look for signs. The more Mark learned about the Domination/submission lifestyle, the more he knew it was for him. For the first time, he felt like he knew who he was. The need to take the Dominant role was one that burned within him. Then there was Kristin, his beautiful wife of 10 years. He was not sure how she would handle all this. He certainly did not want to just spring it on her, so he decided to do some research.
"Bring me a cup of coffee," Mark stated in a soft but firm tone.
Kristin whipped around, hand on her hip, and looked at him like he was crazy. He offered up a sweet smile and looked her right in the eyes. Kristin smiled back at him with a slight roll of her eyes and turned to get his mug. When she placed the cup of coffee in front of him, he patted her hand and whispered gently to her, "Good girl."
Kristin giggled as she made her way back to the sink. "What's got into you this morning?"
"What do you mean?" Mark asked, thinking maybe he had moved to fast with her.
"Awfully demanding this morning, aren't you?" Kristin turned toward him as she dried the plate in her hand; an inquisitive look on her face.
Mark's mind went into over drive.
I have to think up a reasonable excuse. Why don't I just tell her the truth? What if I tell her the truth and scare her away? What if you tell her and she is all for it? What if all the little signs I've read are wrong?
Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "Did you like it?" He watched her carefully...looking for a reaction.
Kristin smiled and lowered her eyes. Her brain ran through all kinds of responses.
Yes, I did, it's about time. Of course, you are my strength. Hell, no, get your own damn coffee! If it makes you happy, it makes me happy.
With so many conflicting emotions regarding such a simple question, she didn't know what to do. When she spoke, it was in a timid tone, almost a whisper, "I don't know"
Mark watched Kristin lower her eyes. He saw the look of uncertainty spread across her beautiful face. Her answer was better than he had expected, at least she didn't scream
Hell No!
and throw the plate at him. He knew he wasn't ready for this conversation so he quickly changed the subject to the kids and their homework. After some idle chat and a quick scan of the sports page, Mark got up from the table. He kissed Kristin on the top of the head as he walked past her. He caught the barely audible sigh that escaped her lips and he smiled to himself.
Later that night, Mark decided to see how far things could go. He had dropped the kids off at his mother's house and picked up a bottle of wine on the way home. Kristin was in the laundry room sorting the next load for the wash. Mark went to the bedroom and began his preparations. His work ties would have to do for now, going down the mental checklist of the things he may need for the night. Kristin had a sleep mask; he retrieved that and placed it with the ties, out of sight. He strategically placed several jar candles along the headboard, so the entire bed would be illuminated.
After one last glance around the room, he called down to her, "Kristin grab two wine glasses and come to the bedroom."
"Wait a second," she yelled up to him, "almost done."
Mark smiled devilishly.
She disobeyed a direct order. She will need to be punished. This will be a great test. Let's see just how far Kristin will go.
A few minutes later Kristin arrived at the door with the wine glasses, a sweet smile spread across her face. "Awwww....this is beautiful!" she exclaimed, making her way toward the bed.
"Stop right there," Mark barked.
Kristin didn't know what to say she froze in her tracks, staring at him. She wasn't sure why he looked so mad. "What's the problem," she questioned.
"Did I tell you, you could speak?" he stated in a stern even tone.
Kristin began to tremble a bit. She was not sure what to make of all this. Her head swan with questions.
Why is he so mad at me? What did I do? The room looks so beautiful, He couldn't have been too mad.
Her mind scanned for things that may have pissed Mark off. Then it hit her, "Are you mad at me because I didn't come right up? Mark I told you I was busy," She had nervousness to her voice as she watched Mark; the look on his face growing more serious as she spoke. "I had to finish getting the ..." She remembered his last questions and quickly closed her mouth.
"Come here," he demanded, sitting on the side of the bed.
Kristin stood frozen to her spot. Mark had never taken this sort of tone with her. She was a little scared but also noticed a different sensation running through her body, a tingling feeling. The look he gave he made her fully aware that he was serious. She slowly headed toward him, head slightly bowed, unable to look at him.
When she arrived directly in front of Mark, he took note of her posture and temperament. Perfect, he thought. He grabbed her shoulders gently but firmly and pushed down on them, she tried to resist at first but gave in and knelt before him. He softly traced the side of her face with his fingers, bringing them down to her chin and lifted her face.
"Look at me," his voice had a softer tone now and she looked up. "Why am I upset with you?"
"Because you told me to bring the wine glasses up and I told you to wait..." she said with a hint of uncertainty, as if she was not sure that was the real reason or not.
