Lying Together

You lay with her for a few seconds, unsure how to continue the conversation. Luckily, Rebecca answers quickly. "I'm just glad it finally happened. I thought for sure that one day you'd find somebody else, that I'd realize I'd wasted my time..." You stop her.

"There was never going to be anyone else. I don't know when I realized it exactly, but I've wanted to always ask you out. It just, the time never felt right. I didn't know if you wanted it. And I was always worried that if I went for it, I'd ruin everything. Like I've ruined so many things..."

Now it's her turn to interrupt you. "You don't ruin things! Sure, you occasionally get unlucky, but everyone is unlucky sometimes. I know you're a smart, capable guy, but sometimes, you just stop trying after a single failure. You always put your all into it, and I know that if you just had a bit more tenacity, a bit more strength in spirit, that you'd do amazing, wonderful things. That once you stopped questioning your ability at the most basic things, that you'd see what I've always seen, an amazing man."

You don't interrupt her. In fact, her words lay there, with no rebuttal, for a few minutes. Before you finally answer her. "Thanks. I really do appreciate that. I guess, I guess I'll try. I'll try to be more confident. I'll try to see the man you see." It is not a lie. You want to believe her. "I love you, that much is certain. I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend, your master, and whatever else you want me to be. I want to make your dreams come true."

She giggles, as her mood lightens. "That's the spirit. I don't want to hear that much moaning and groaning from you again. I want you to be in control. Because if I'm at your mercy, and you don't have control, I can get hurt. That's one of the most basic rules in BDSM. The sub gives control, the master doesn't take it. I know you are worthy to receive it. I know that you'll be a good master, that's why I've always wanted you, even though you don't seem to be too experienced with it..." She stops. "But I think you want it now, at least if that sex was any indication. You want me and I felt how you grew harder as I called you Master. Isn't that right, Master?"

Her words really do make you feel better. Maybe you aren't some worthless man. Maybe, maybe you just need to give yourself a chance. At the very least, you'll try to be the man she wants, that Master that she's always dreamed of. That might be a lie. Or maybe, maybe it can be a truth, if you just give it a bit of effort.

Your nose rubs against her neck, as you snuggle with her. You then gently nibble at her shoulder. She moans, before she gently says, "Stop that, I really was a virgin, I can't go for another round so soon."

It's obviously teasing from her tone of voice, but you feel like you want to provoke her, to be just that little bit more dominant. "Well, what are you going to do? You have to be with somebody for at least 8 hours. Isn't that right, pet?"

Rebecca moans a bit, as your whisper brushes her ear with hot little breaths. "Uh, well I could go to Sephora's room I guess. It doesn't have to be yours." You pause for a second, before saying, "Hmm, but didn't you ask me to collar you? Are you already getting bored of me?"

You rub her hip, as she giggles. "Fine, no more kisses, no more little bites. But as a pet, you've gotta let me pet you." She giggles. "Fine, you can pet me."

Your hand traces along her body, never quite settling down, but always slow and languid. But your hands are too good. After only about thirty minutes, you hear her breath is labored, as she grows more and more aroused. When your touch is masterful, even rubbing a shoulder can peak arousal. Maybe, maybe you can use that to your advantage. Let your hands do the talking for once, be the master she wants.