| Straight: BDSM: Control (1/6) |
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Surprisingly dinner went off without a hitch; it had in fact been fun. The couple had gone to dinner with Stephen's family at a local sports bar. The place was dimly lit, but the crowd jovial and the food good. Everywhere around them was basketball, and though he hated it, he endured because being in Beth's presence was a reward. Likewise, he endured the embarrassing stories every parent will tell a new girlfriend. He kept an eye on his lady while he helped his mother finish the last details of his nephew's pageant that was scheduled for the next day. Beth, having fallen prey to his nephew's charms, had read dinosaur books to him, played with his toys, and kept him from mischief. Finally, able to rescue his fair maiden, he seized her from the flirting whiles of a three year old. The couple always stayed in the guesthouse at his parents’ house because there was something that separated the couple. Distance. A Long Distance. Almost 500 miles to be exact. He lived in California while she resided in Arizona. He drove home to see her every two weeks, and dinners with the family were not required, but were implied. After an evening that had lasted longer than he desired, the two retired to the guest house. The living room of the quaint guesthouse was lit by a small fire in the fireplace. It was not lit so much for the warmth, but more for the light. It was comforting. It was cold and raining outside. The couple sat on the couch talking of everything and nothing. There were giggles. There were laughs. There were even a few tears. Memories good and bad had been shared, more better than not. There was an air of comfort between the two lovers. They embraced. To watch them you would have thought they had been together for many years. She held him in her arms. There was something different tonight. Stephen and Beth had discussed so many things, some inconsequential. He sat back in the easy chair and she bent down to kiss him on the lips. She moved in to meet his body with hers in the chair. Stephen’s large hands found Beth’s waist. Her hands took hold of his wrists and forced them to the sides of the easy chair. He wondered with puzzlement, but soon realized what was going on when he heard the familiar clicking sound of handcuffs closing around his wrists. Beth had handcuffed Stephen to the chair and had broken their embrace almost immediately. She stood up and just out of reach of his mouth. She looked him in the eyes and said, “Tonight I’m going to be in control of you. You won’t have any say, and you must say please and thank you if you wish to be rewarded.” Stephen looked at her in amazement. He was not sure what to say. What could he say? Not a damn thing. All he could do was sit there and wait. He was excited and scared all at once. He was always used to being in control. He was accustomed to getting what he wanted. This was not right, but what could he do? How bad could it be? In Stephen’s head, thoughts raced. “This can’t be so bad. Beth gets off on it. Besides, I’m never rough with her. She will treat me well. I have nothing to worry about....but what if she enjoys it too much.....” The thought had finally sunk in, “I might be in trouble here. This is not the Beth I know. |
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oh yes is right
