If she’s a slut, then i want her to dress and act the lady as much as won’t actually drive her out of her mind.
If she’s little miss demure, then I’ll make her as slutty as I can, without actually making her die of humiliation.
And I’ll make it an evolutionary rather than revolutionary process.
(y’know – the boiling frog thing: Place frog in pan. Swims comfortably. Turn heat on, gently, under pan. Frog lazes in gentle heat, until it’s too late! Frog never noticed just how hot things were getting. That’s the theory anyhow).
But, it is after all all about me, isn’t it? I’m the Dom and it’s what I want that counts?
Well – no not really: It is always about the couple and the dynamic and what we want being what counts. And, I like to be with someone who tingles every moment of the day because she is being pushed in the direction of being someone she would never choose to be on her own account but who she is happy to be to please someone who finds her special.
First published earlier today on http://www.fetbook.it