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Excitement gleamed in his eyes and his smile widened. “You’ll accept?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe I was taking it this far. I tried to remind myself that if I kept an open mind, pleasure and adventure awaited me.

“I made a promise to accept a challenge,” I added, keeping some of the playing field level. I exhaled slowly to prepare myself.

Garret handed me the blindfold, looking pleased. “Good.”

I pulled it over my head, masking my eyes in a shroud of darkness. I had lost one of my senses, but I hoped that it would help enhance the others. If I allowed myself to unstiffen, I might be able to succumb to the pleasure awaiting me.

“Follow the sound of my voice,” Garret instructed in a measured tone.

“Okay.” I nodded. I was a part of this now, already knee-deep. There was no turning back.

“Listen to my voice. I want you to absorb yourself in the moment and completely wrap yourself around everything I say,” Garret cooed.

“I understand.” His voice was intoxicating, luring me into an unknown tantalizing situation.

I was still stepping outside of my zone of security, but I was trying my best to be adventurous. My future encounters with Garret depended on how I approached the current situation.

I struggled to listen while Garret reeled me in with a tantric whisper.

“Sit down on the couch,” Garret commanded.

“I can’t find it with the blindfold on,” I retorted.

“Follow my voice, and my touch.” His hand cupped mine. His grip was strong as he began to lead me, but I walked with wayward steps, my arms extended out in front of me.

I sensed the frustration in his voice, and I found myself feeling somewhat guilty over the fact that I wasn’t rising to the occasion. I couldn’t fully immerse myself in the situation as a sub to give Garret what he wanted, but I was trying my hardest to bring us both satisfaction in the moment.

Garret’s voice was a convoluted mixture of arousal and annoyance. Wasn’t there always a little pain interwoven into pleasure? What was I thinking? I needed to figure out a way to appease my bruised ego before I blew my chances.

“Get down on all fours,” Garret demanded.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t budge from my standing position. It was as if my feet were rooted to the floor.

“Did you hear me?” Garret raised his voice more assertively as he commanded me into the next position. “Do what I say and get on all fours.”

“I’m…” I stammered and crouched to my knees, but for the moment it was as far down as I could bring myself to go.

I internally processed the fact that part of me might have some sub tendencies. I found myself wanting to ask Garret to give me another chance, to forgive me for not diving right into the role like he had expected me to. The stubborn side of me couldn’t go all the way.

I could only meet him in the middle. How could I beg for forgiveness and plead for mercy when that would just prove to both of us that I was a sub?

I wasn’t going to back down that easily. I wanted to tell him I could immerse myself in the fantasy. The words were on the tip of my tongue, ready to burst from my lips but no matter how diligently I tried, I couldn’t release them.

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Garret

I sat down on the couch, guiding Felix in the process. “You’re almost there,” I coaxed.

Felix licked his lips and visibly swallowed hard.

“Are you ready for a taste?” I asked.

“A taste of what?” he stammered.

“You’ll find out. Now, get on all fours,” I commanded.

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