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This had been coming for a long time. Still, it was one thing to think he was going to do something and another thing to watch him do it. In the same way it was one thing to think about being in a domination and submission relationship and another thing to be in one. She had been thinking about it for years, playing around the edges, and had been assuming that in the misty reality of someday she would be the submissive side of a power relation-ship. Clearly today was someday and there was nothing misty about it.

She was in this relationship. One hand strayed to the collar fastened around her neck. For better or worse, this was it.
Not that she was concerned. He did everything better. And, come to think of it, he did everything gradually too, giving her time to adapt to the pervasive control he preferred, allowing her to adjust to his style of domination. He never rushed, never startled her; he just kept moving her subtly in the direction he wanted. Technically he was manipulating her, but that was exactly what she had wanted in a relationship, so all was good. He was good.

Like how they came to be in her bedroom sorting through her wardrobe. First he started talking about her clothes in general. Just a little. Then he started taking her clothes away until she had adjusted to being largely unclothed in her private life. Then he started talking specifically about skirts. Just a little. Encouraging his idea for her t

o wear one on a regular basis to become her idea until she owned a selection of skirts for the first time in her life.
Then he started planning her wardrobe. Wear a skirt this day, not that day, and maybe wear one on this other day if she felt like it, provi-ding the illusion she was making her own decisions. Then he talked about panties, suggesting she not wear any with jeans but to do so with skirts. Then maybe not with a skirt. Then maybe not at all.

He orchestrated everything, allowing her to feel as if there were options available as she adapted to actually having no option but his. Gradually he began controlling her wardrobe from the skin out, making not dressing herself the most natural thing in the world.

Then he started talking about cleaning her room. Going through her dresser and sorting through her closet, using logic to override her resistance.

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“Yeah, you’d better,” he warned mildly, closing the top drawer and opening the middle one.

He scooped all of her shorts out onto the bed and continued sorting. A few minutes later, he held up a pair, studying them.

“I haven’t seen these before. They look short. Here,” he tossed them at her head. “I want to see you in them.”

She gained her feet and obed-iently stripped off the sweats she was wearing to pull on the denim shorts. His head tipped slightly to one side as he studied her.

“Those are seriously short.”

“They are not.”

“For you,” he amended. “Spin.”

Again she obeyed, halting with her back to him when he told her to stop. He stepped up to her, hands cupping her hips, his fingers stray-ing to trace the outline of her thighs at the hem of the shorts. His chest brushed her back as he whispered in her ear.

“Bend over, baby.”

She hinged forward from the hips, bracing her hands on her shins for balance as her weight shifted forward. A minute later she gasped as a rattan cane bit into her, immedi-ately raising a welt. The sudden thin strip of hot pain across the tender top of the back of her bare thighs spiked through her, inescapably swirling together with an equally hot erotic reaction.

“And that would be the sweet spot,” he announced as if she hadn’t just felt the strike.

He dropped to his knees behind her, his arms wrapping around her thighs. A second later his tongue followed the welt on her left leg, making a shiver chase deliciously up her spine. He tapered the stroke of his tongue off into a kiss at the ending point of the mark on the outside edge of her leg. His index finger followed the mark on her other leg to the inside, slipping just a few inches under the hem between her legs to caress her.

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Read the rest of Coming Out of the Closet in Consent Magazine Issue #21 Spring 2004