Note that this section will switch between both character's point of view. Changes in POV are notated in bold, underlined italics with lines on either side.
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SHANE
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CLINK. CLINK. CLINK.
The metal pipes clinked together one after another, the spring loaded pegs popping into their corresponding holes, and soon Shane had his newest toy assembled. Four metal pipes ran up from the floor to a central hub, making what was essentially an indoor swing support. Where the pipes turned at the top towards each other, there were welded attachment points where one could run rope or whatever else they desired.
Shane lifted himself up in a pull-up, testing the strength. It hardly wobbled under his weight.
Good, if it can hold me it can handle everything I have planned,
he thought.
Mia was at work, and Shane had taken the opportunity to set up for the next step in his journey into dominance with his love. Things had been going well over the last two months. When Mia had first agreed to explore a life of submission to him, it had been on a two week trial basis.
*Two months ago*
"I'm willing to try," she had said, "but once the two weeks is up, if I don't want to continue... Is that going to be a problem?"
"If you don't want to continue, then I won't make you." He tried to be comforting.
"But you'll be disappointed?" She had pressed.
"Well.. Maybe, but I love you, honey. Nothing is going to change that." He had kissed her on the forehead. "If you don't want to do it, you don't have to, and it won't change my love for you."
"It's not that, I'll try it. I'm just... Scared, I guess." She had sounded like she was resolved to try, but scared definitely showed in her voice too.
*Now*
While that had been mere months ago, to Shane it felt like a lifetime behind them. Mia was a natural submissive, and after their first few sessions she had dove into the lifestyle with fervor. She studied more about what she could gain as a submissive, how to serve her Master, and had opened up to experiences sexually that she had previously listed as limits. She had taken on her role with a passion he had never seen in her.
So many options had opened up to Shane with her change in attitude, and he was feeling more and more secure in telling her where he wanted to take her next. His once vanilla wife was about to be drawn further out from the safety of the shore, into deeper waters of submission, servitude, and sexual exploration.
Shane picked up his phone and opened his private messaging app. He typed,
"Kitten, I want to you to meet me for coffee after work. Our usual place, with the booth in the back. You're closer, so you'll arrive before I do, but you can order our drinks. When I get there, I expect to see my coffee on the table and your panties in my hand."
He hit send.
Going to the bedroom, he opened the closet and pulled out a box. It was still sealed from shipping. He had waited to open this, even though it had come in nearly three weeks ago. He wanted to be sure that the time was right before he even looked inside, because he knew that once he laid eyes on its contents he wouldn't be able to wait.
He ran his fingers down the edges of the plain cardboard box. This simple, unremarkable rectangle held his future inside it. It almost seemed silly, really, that he was having a moment of revery just looking at the brown paper, but he couldn't help himself.
His phone buzzed, and he looked down at it. It was a message from Mia, reading,
"Yes, Master. I hope it's okay if they're a little wet, I get excited about pleasing you ;)".
He smirked. She was starting to put more effort into teasing him in her messages, and he loved seeing what she came up with.
He turned his attention back to the box, and pulled at the tabs until the tape broke free on one side. Pulling the rest of the tape free, he unfolded the top of the box and gingerly reached in, grabbing the contents from the inside. He lifted one item up, staring at it with a hungry look in his eyes for a moment.
She's going to love this. Or even if she doesn't, she'll learn to. I'll make sure of that,
he thought. He laid out all of the items on the bed, then gathered a few more implements from his drawers of sex toys. His collection had grown rather quickly, and he had to dig through a myriad of items to find exactly what he wanted. He'd had most of this stuff for a while, but had hidden it so as to not ruin any surprises - or scare Mia if she had decided she wasn't into being his submissive.
Thank goodness she agreed to try this with me,
he thought.
I think now if I hadn't been able to do this I probably would have exploded. Everything about this has felt so right, I don't know how we managed without our dynamic before now.
Looking at his spread of tools, toys, and implements, he wondered for a moment if this would be too much. He didn't want to hit her with more than she was ready for and wipe away the progress they'd made. And his plan was more extreme, to be sure. But it was what he wanted.
She told me she loves pleasing me, that she wants to do what I want. That has to be enough for her to follow me, or she hasn't submitted fully, right?
Shane knew that submission did not mean she couldn't have limits - those must be communicated and respected. But within her limits, he could do as he pleased, and she would follow. That was the deal. None of what he had planned was a hard limit, but it was on the fringes of what she was comfortable with.
She wants you tot take control, Shane. She wants you to take her to places she's never been. You have to be brave enough to do it, steady enough to guide her, and attentive enough to know when you're going too fast. Be a fucking Dominant and show her the way forward.
He clenched his jaw, determining to set his anxieties aside.
This had been harder at the beginning, but with practice and Mia's encouragement, he was learning to take control of his doubts and squash them. He had told Mia that he would build her confidence, and she had been building his with her engagement in their dynamic. So now, instead of minutes of agonizing over decisions, he could rein himself in within just a few short moments.
That's what power is,
he mused.
