Kim was always the good girl, even when Darnell and Kim were into their Domination nights, Kim always submitted to Darnell, she had worked with him for so long little by little trying to pull his dominant side out in him, she knew it was there, she could see it in his eyes, and she had seen it in her dreams so many times.
Each night they did this, he became more and more dominant, he started using more and more tactics with her to get her submission, he even started using those nasty little words that he knew turned her on, for he knew in his heart that she knew that he loves her, and would always protect her and respect her, and in the same token he knew that she loves him, and trusts him with her life, Kim had never tried to Dominate Darnell for she had no reason to, she was happy submitting to him, she wants it, she needs it, you could almost say she craves it.
But little did Darnell know that each night he did this he was reaching down into a very deep dark part of her soul, there was a very dominant side of her that was locked away down there she had told herself that side wouldn't ever be allowed out, for she didn't ever want to scare him.
One night changed all that, bringing her home he stands her in the middle of their living room, above her head were two loops, Darnell had installed them for those nights when he was in the mood to restrain her in front of him as he watched T.V. he knew she liked it, he knew she liked to be his little display, she would do what he wanted, when he wanted it done, and just how he wanted it without ever questioning him.
"You nasty little bitch, don't you dare move." He commands harshly.
She knew by the tone in his voice that he was upset.
"You want to be a little tart dancing like that and make all those guys watch you, well now your going to be my little tart
Standing in behind her, taking her hands he applies the restraints to her wrists raising them above her head he ties them through the loops making her just stand there now all tied up.
"Look at my pretty little tart, all tied up standing there and she can't get away, DANCE FOR ME BITCH!" he commands.
Looking him directly in the eye with a very deviant look on her face, grabbing a handful of her long hair he pulls her head back, leaning into her ear,
"Don't even think about talking back to me, you're my little tart and you will do as I say I own you mind body and soul, and I will do just as I please with you."
"Why don't you dance for me, your always running your mouth well put your money where your mouth is and Dance for me" She replies in a very wise mouthed tone.
Standing now in front of her he grabs her face, just glaring into her eyes, he was so angry you could see the fire in them, but yet he loved her just the same.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" he asks harshly.
"You heard me I didn't fucking stutter did I? I told you to dance for me."
"Little Missy don't even think your going to even try to control me, I've told you how many times now you don't have the mental power or the mental strength to do such a thing, your nothing but a slut your just the girl who likes to be on her back with my fat cock stuffed as far inside you as I possibly can get it, that's about all your good for."
"Well let me down and we shall see who the slut really is, it will be so much fun to make you my bitch, I will make you whine and beg like a little sissy.
He just stood there glaring at her, he couldn't believe what he had just heard her say, he walks up closer to her, placing his hands on the side of her face, leaning in to kiss her she turns her head away, closing her eyes, he knew at that point he had started something that he wasn't used to, he did some real fast back tracking to try to get her back to where she was he wraps his arms around her holding her close to him, yet he could feel her arching her body away from him.
"C'mon baby girl, I'm sorry, daddy will take you down and take you to bed." he whispers softly as the tears filled his eyes.
"OH NO, NOT THIS TIME!!! Go ahead and cry just like the little sissy that I know you are, you have told me so many times that I don't have the mental strength or the mental power to control you, well I do have that strength and that power only I kept it so locked away in my soul, I've always been your good girl, I did and do everything you ever ask of me, and I never once questioned you, I gave myself to you in it's entirety, I love you and you know I will never hurt you but now I'm not asking you I am telling you to let me the fuck down, right fucking now, you see I've been a good girl long enough it's now my turn."
He knew at that point the best thing he could do was to let her down, as soon as her hands were released she grabbed onto the front of his shirt, tearing it open, looking him directly in the eyes.
"DON'T FUCKING MOVE, THERE IS SOMETHING THAT I WANT OUT OF YOU AND I WILL GET IT TONIGHT." She commanded harshly with a very cold look in her eyes.