I'd had a bad at work, and as I trudged up the stairs to our apartment all I could think of was getting inside, slipping into the shower and having a nice drink before bed. You're sitting on the couch, beer in hand, watching the game as I open the door. One look at me told you everything, I was bristling with angry energy, and you could tell my nerves were raw. We don't say a word to each other...not because of any sort of anger or fight...just because there's nothing to say. I drop my purse by the door and start shedding clothes on the way to the bathroom.
I leave the lights off in the bathroom, I can't stand any thing as harsh right now as the bright florescent lights above our mirror. Our bathroom has no windows, so I feel my way to the tub, pushing the curtain to crank the water on. I'm going over my day in my head...the horrid customers, my evil boss, the slavery that is a normal nine to five. I feel my skin start to flush as the anger I felt during that last encounter starts to creep up again. I test the water with the inner side of my wrist...just hot enough to sting, not so hot as to burn...perfect...I hit the switch to send it to the shower head and step into the tub.
I stand there for a while, letting the hot jets of water splash over me, washing away my day. I briefly consider taking up kick boxing as a way to unwind after a day like today. A good release, that's what my sister always says. Something that burns energy is supposed to get rid of all those negative thoughts. I laugh a little, a bitter laugh of ridicule for those who are always giving advice, and dip my head back under the water. I need release all right, but kick boxing won't be doing it for me...nothing that mundane does it for me...I wonder for a moment if I can convince you to hurt me tonight...to fuck me hard like I like it. You're so much more tender by nature...but I know I need a good bang. I soap myself up and rinse off quickly as the water starts to run cold. I wrap a towel around myself and walk out of the bathroom, using a second towel to dry my hair. I walk blindly out into the living room, head bowed, rubbing my hair vigorously.
"What do you want for dinner?" I ask when I know I'm within ear shot.
"Oh...I don't think that really matters..." you say softly.
"Why do you have to be so difficult?" I sigh, stopping the ministrations to my hair and looking up at you "Just tell me what you want"
I stop short, embarrassed. You're sitting on the couch still, beer in your left hand...but now you're flanked on the left and right by two of your friends. I can't place their names, but a think I remember seeing them at one of your fantasy football meetings. I glare at you for a moment, upset that you didn't say something right away instead of letting my walk out in full view of two people who're practically strangers, then turn to walk back to the bedroom for some clothes.
"Tell you what I want?" I hear you call, "I want you to stop walking away, turn around and drop the towel. I want my friends here to see your luscious body."
I stop in my tracks. I can't believe you just said that in front of people. I revealed my attractions toward being dominated just a few months ago...and since then you'd taken far more control in the bedroom, but I never expected that you'd tell people about it, and I certainly never thought you'd try to do something like that in front of people.
I turned to face you..."You've got to be kidding me," I started.
"Slut, I told you to strip your towel off and display yourself to my friends. I don't want to have to repeat myself again."