Feelings

You spend a few minutes admiring your beautiful captive, who is still giving you the silent treatment. Her whole body radiates strength and power, head to toe. Even her kneecaps radiate supple power, which is not a thing you knew knees could do.

But her flushed and perspiring skin also radiates something else: a sensuality and vulnerability that you sense she’s unsure what to do with.

You take her chin in your hands and lift it until she meets your eyes. Your other hand grasps the end of the lasso as you ask, “So I feel like I already know the answer to this, but tell me how that made you feel?”

“Demeaned,” the bound Amazon says without hesitation. “Infuriated. Eager to shove you through a brick wall.” She doesn’t fight the lasso’s compulsion, but she does seem thoughtful. “And yet it also made me as horny as I’ve ever been. Like you scratched an itch I hadn’t realized was there.”

“You’ve been tied up before, surely?” you ask as your hands run down her spectacular body.

“Of course. But it never affected me like this.” She seems determined not to react to where your hands are going. “I suspect you are right that the lasso is forcing me to be honest with myself about what my body is feeling.”

“And how does learning this about yourself make you feel?” Your hands reach her womanly hips.

She’s clearly thinking this through as she talks. “I don’t know. Part of me is embarrassed. Like it is unbecoming of me and unworthy of my position as Princess, as heroine, and role model. Yet at the same time, I was raised to not be ashamed of my sexuality. So a part of me wants to explore these desires further.” Here eyes snap over to you like she just remembered you’re there. “I don’t mean with you…OK a small…a part of me does want you to keep going.”

“It’s natural to feel conflicted,” your hands run up and down the sides of her torso. “But then, what did we just say about your wants?”

She doesn't want to repeat the words but the lasso forces her to. “They’re irrelevant. Because you have the…” She bows her head to avoid looking you in the eyes. Which is when she realizes you have been gradually working her costume top down and she is now naked from the waist up. She looks back up, shamefaced. “Because you have the power here. Because what happens to me depends on what you want, not what I want.” Her voice, usually so confident and commanding, shakes ever so slightly.

You hold her gaze, ignoring for now the beautiful Amazon flesh exposed for your pleasure. “And you know what I want.”

You didn't ask it as a question, but she answers anyway, “Yes. I do.” Her expression is unreadable, but her eyes flash with equal parts anger and excitement.