Sir, do you remember when we first met? I asked you to tame me :)
I think about all the subtle little signals I tried to give you, to let you know that I was submissive. I told you that I needed a man who was stronger than I was, a man that would not let me walk all over them. I needed a man who was able to give me directions, that wasn't afraid to ask for what he wanted.
I remember the day I asked if I could shave your face. You were so unsure about that. I warmed the water in the basin and lathered your bristles, concentrating intensely as I ran the razor smoothly down your cheeks removing the stubble I was nervous too, not wanting to slip, hoping I wouldn't nick you. That was an incredibly intimate moment for me, your trust in me, the way I felt doing that for you.
I remember clearly the way we were in bed. (smiling as the images go through my head) We were in the bed at the beach house, you asked me to do something and I said no. You stared at me and blinked. "No?" you repeated. No. I was testing you and I could see the conflict in you. You wanted to push me, you wanted me to do as I was told, but I hadn't given you permission to force me and you had never met anyone like me, a submissive.
I remember the spanking you gave me, our first dabble in being kinky. I doubt I will ever forget it actually, for someone with no previous experience you were amazing. You struck my bottom with sharp stinging strikes, flattening your hand after each impact to soothe the flesh. Afterwards I got up and looked in the mirror, there were welts on my skin, firm handprints. I ran my fingertips over the raised bumps, and felt the warmth radiating from them, and was completely in awe.
I remember watching The Secretary with you, and afterwards you asked me why I had chosen that movie, what was it that I liked so much. You knew it was one of my favourites and I guess you were trying to get me to come out, but I couldn't say the words, I suppose I wanted you to piece together all the clues and figure it out yourself.
How confused you must have been! Every time you tried to dominate me I fought you tooth and nail, and yet here I was giving you all these signals that I wanted to be dominated. I know that since meeting you I have done a great deal of inward reflection, because although I felt the need to be submissive, I fought it desperately. I couldn't let go, surrender my control. With hindsight, at that point I wanted to top from the bottom, I wanted you to be dominant but on my terms, and when you tried to do it your way I fought and clawed and scratched at you.
Our lives changed when I wrote you that letter, telling you how I felt, that I wanted to be submissive, that I needed a dominant influence in my life. You didn't think I could do it, you thought I was too much of a hellcat to ever be tamed. We shall see...
I think about all the subtle little signals I tried to give you, to let you know that I was submissive. I told you that I needed a man who was stronger than I was, a man that would not let me walk all over them. I needed a man who was able to give me directions, that wasn't afraid to ask for what he wanted.
I remember the day I asked if I could shave your face. You were so unsure about that. I warmed the water in the basin and lathered your bristles, concentrating intensely as I ran the razor smoothly down your cheeks removing the stubble I was nervous too, not wanting to slip, hoping I wouldn't nick you. That was an incredibly intimate moment for me, your trust in me, the way I felt doing that for you.
I remember clearly the way we were in bed. (smiling as the images go through my head) We were in the bed at the beach house, you asked me to do something and I said no. You stared at me and blinked. "No?" you repeated. No. I was testing you and I could see the conflict in you. You wanted to push me, you wanted me to do as I was told, but I hadn't given you permission to force me and you had never met anyone like me, a submissive.
I remember the spanking you gave me, our first dabble in being kinky. I doubt I will ever forget it actually, for someone with no previous experience you were amazing. You struck my bottom with sharp stinging strikes, flattening your hand after each impact to soothe the flesh. Afterwards I got up and looked in the mirror, there were welts on my skin, firm handprints. I ran my fingertips over the raised bumps, and felt the warmth radiating from them, and was completely in awe.
I remember watching The Secretary with you, and afterwards you asked me why I had chosen that movie, what was it that I liked so much. You knew it was one of my favourites and I guess you were trying to get me to come out, but I couldn't say the words, I suppose I wanted you to piece together all the clues and figure it out yourself.
How confused you must have been! Every time you tried to dominate me I fought you tooth and nail, and yet here I was giving you all these signals that I wanted to be dominated. I know that since meeting you I have done a great deal of inward reflection, because although I felt the need to be submissive, I fought it desperately. I couldn't let go, surrender my control. With hindsight, at that point I wanted to top from the bottom, I wanted you to be dominant but on my terms, and when you tried to do it your way I fought and clawed and scratched at you.
Our lives changed when I wrote you that letter, telling you how I felt, that I wanted to be submissive, that I needed a dominant influence in my life. You didn't think I could do it, you thought I was too much of a hellcat to ever be tamed. We shall see...
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