Submitting

Walking upstairs, I go into the playroom. Rebecca kneels, waiting for me. Is she going to submit today, or will she wait and start being a brat? Walking around, I collect my weapons of destruction that I know she loves so much. Standing, I look at her, and I wonder why I can’t keep both. Why can’t I have her and Maria, and I know I can’t? I have to give one up, as clearly, Maria is not happy sharing. Yet, she also isn’t happy for me to give up everything I love.

Walking over to her, my hand slowly sliding from one shoulder along to the other, soft and delicate, as my hands stroke down her arms, grasping her wrists and pulling her up to stand, I slowly begin wrapping the rope around her wrists. Watching as she stays still, truly submitting herself for a change, no fighting back, no being a brat, no fighting and laughing at me wanting more.

It feels strange, but I still love it. She stands still, her breathing relaxed, the blindfold in place already so she can’t see me, guiding her acr