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    Diary of a Slave (Part 7)

    “Okay … so it happened here. What else? I have lots of other houses to get to tonight,” she was quick to say, crossing her legs a little tighter, as if she was scared I could will them apart with my mind. Haha, I wish I could!

    “How about … a glass of wine,” I offered, getting up from the sofa to gesture into the kitchen.

    “Please. Let’s just finish up here. If you don’t mind, I’d rather get through this quickly than to draw it out.” In such a hurry! And as if she had anywhere else to be! I wanted to giggle at the way she was squirming and already excited for this, but I kept just as determined as she always was. She’s always inspired me to be more focused and to go for what you want. Well, right then, all I wanted was her.

    So I did what we’d planned, and stepped over to her in as unintimidating a way as I possibly could, and then I leaned over her, to feign catching her by complete surprise. Tina even gasped and pushed back into the seat at my gesture – so wonderful at roleplay that I was thoroughly impressed! I licked my lips and stared at hers.

    “I uh … I think you’ll be here for a while … so why don’t you accept a little something to drink.”

    Her eyes went wide, and I smiled at her pretend fear. Because all she had to do was command it and I would be on my back, obeying her every wish. It was almost humorous to see her seem so submissive. It was sexy, actually.

    “You’ll have some red,” I grinned, getting up and heading over to the kitchen.

    And just as I heard her padding over to the front door, I lunged back in and grabbed her arm to spin her around toward me. Her little scream was so perfect that for a second, I was worried I’d hurt her. But then she communicated with me with only her eyes, and I knew she game for more. I pulled her roughly closer to me as she tried pulling her arm away. “You’re gonna be here for a while, or did I not make that clear?”

    Comments

    1. Hmm. I can see where this perhaps was hinting at going, but the scene played out with a large element of dancing toward a precipice followed by a definite backing away. As such, the reluctance in the scene was somewhat… muted… and it played out much tamer than I thought the warnings preceding this chapter would have suggested. I’ve been following this story to see how it unfolded. I’m open to pretty much any storyline or subject as long as it’s plausible and has been told well. And while this story has perhaps been a bit of a stretch – maybe it’s the first person POV not quite meshing with the characters’ voices, maybe it’s simply the format – there certainly hasn’t been anything that I’ve found offensive in any of it. I do really appreciate that you’ve taken the time to write and post, though. Cheers :)

    2. a very beautiful glimpse at the rush a sub can get when she feels the pull of her own ability at domination, and it takes a super confident and strong domme to allow her sub to take her…this is a great treatment of that reciprocity that exists within these types of relationships. Thanks, GR, for another great chapter!

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