The Power Dynamic of BDSM
Games We Play to Stay Connected
“Who do you belong to?” He breathed the question against my ear and I shivered in anticipation. I longed for our periods of play, when he stepped fully into his Dominance.
“You, Master,” I replied. My wrists were restrained above my head and my legs spread wide for his inspection. He hadn’t yet clipped the ankle cuffs to the straps he kept under the mattress — but he might — if I didn’t stay still. I wanted his hands on me, but so far he’d only caressed my body with the end of the riding crop. He was such a tease.
“Do I share what belongs to me?”
“No, Master,” I answered quickly. He was notoriously possessive where I was concerned and I found myself searching my recent memories for any instance that might have triggered him to ask me such a question. “Have I been bad, Master?” I asked sweetly, keeping the smile from my face while I tracked the crop’s slow progress up my leg to the inside of my thigh.
I’ve been described by others as a bitch, a ball-buster, and a bit of a perfectionist. I’m actually an introvert and something of a sensitive trying very hard to live a public and open life. If I had my way, I’d never leave the house. But because I’m a self-published author, I’ve had to get out there, be as engaging as I can manage, try to remember…
