“Nothing. I’m just accepting the fact that I have a type.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. She looked at me again and grinned. “I like it when you laugh.”
“Well, I have laughed more in the past two weeks than I have in the past five years. Which is one more reason why you don’t need to worry about me kicking you to the curb. Okay, little bug?”
She sighed and nodded happily.
“We okay?”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry I shut down on you.”
“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you what you needed to hear to feel cared for. I could have been more clear with you. And if that’s what you need to feel comfortable, then that’s what I’ll do. I can’t expect you to trust me with no history between us. So from now on, I’ll give you a more thorough explanation for my requests. Does that work?”
She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”
“But in the future, when you’re upset, I need you totalkto me, not just shut down and be a brat for what you need.”
Her face fell. She looked up at me with her huge mystical eyes full of tears and said, “I don’t like to ask. I know I’m a pain. I hate being so needy.”
“I don’t have a problem with your needs. I have a problem with you not sharing them with me.”
She looked at me like she’d just had an epiphany and threw her arms around my neck. I hugged her back, not sure what else to do or say.
Eventually I pulled her off to the side and dug through the end table by the couch. I’d read online in one of my groups to strategically place restraints everywhere you think you might need them, so I had ropes bundled up in almost every drawer in the house. I pulled her legs over my lap and began to wrap them, twisting the ropes into a pretty design and securing them so they were snug against her skin. Her thighs bulged ever so slightly around the ropes and it made my mouth water. When I finished, I kissed her thighs and sank my teeth into her skin.
Because I could do that. Because she was mine now.
Then I pulled a blanket over the two of us and flipped on the tv, pulling up one of my favorite tv shows. I needed to turn my brain off for a few minutes before I passed out and dealt with the chaos that would ensue tomorrow.
“What are we watching?”
“Cowboy Beebop.”
“What is that? Oh, is it an anime? Ugh. You’re such a nerd.”
“It’s a good show.”
“It’sanime.”
“It’s about space cowboys and a robot dog.”
She pursed her lips and grumbled, “I guess I can give it a chance.”
While we watched the first episode, I continued putting our rules and consequences into the Obedience app. I programmed Eye Rolling as having five spankings as the punishment.
Which wasn’t that many... unless I kept a very careful count and let loose on her once a month.
I put the rest of her rules in and threw a few rewards in there that she could earn if she felt like being good once in a while. Maybe she just needed some extra motivation. A combination of positive reinforcement and consistent consequences wasn’t going to make things worse.
She was shifting under the blankets, and I knew she was trying to relieve some of the tension she had building inside her from me tying her up.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Hm.” I grabbed her hands and dragged them out from under the blanket. They were damp and smelled like her cum.
“You filthy little slut. Touching yourself right here next to me, thinking you can get away with that.”