Show him what you want.

"No Christopher," you reassure him with a smile, "I'm a lot tougher than you must think I am." You are so horny right now that you are tempted to tie him up and ride him until you explode. The problem is that you want to be the one tied down and ravished, not the other way around. "Did you really think you hurt me?" You ask him as he lays panting by your side on the soft carpet staring at you in reverential wonder.

"My friend Will." he paused "well not really a friend, but he's OK when the others aren't around. So Will told me I could really hurt a girl because my cock's kinda big." This is the first time you've ever heard a guy think his cock was too big! To be fair it was well above average length, but Christopher doesn't even realize what an asset that can be. "Will said when he did it with his girlfriend it hurt her and she made him stop. He said that I was almost two inches longer than he was, and I could really mess someone up."

"I'm glad you were careful Christopher, but you didn't hurt me, I promise." You grab his phone and start looking through the pictures. "In fact, I was hoping you'd be more forceful." Shit Amy what are you doing? You ignore the inner voice of reason as you flip through his pictures looking for a specific piece. Christopher had created these scenes of Damsels in Distress; you know he's as excited by the bondage and aspect of **** as you were. You just need a way to convince him that it was OK. There - a young woman in torn dress was being led into a torch-lit chamber by a barbarian.

You remember this image because the man was more clearly defined than in any of the other scenes, in most of the high-schooler's works the male presence was either the viewer or, like with Rhiannon's demon, hinted at in the shadows. But this warrior was painstakingly detailed. He was powerful, dangerous and unforgiving - the perfect foil for the delicate helplessness of his captive. Helpless perhaps, but not defeated; although the blonde's slender wrists were bound in chains she had yet to surrender and her pride and anger were captured along with her fear. Showing the picture to Christopher you smile encouragingly.

"Tell me who the man is, and about his lovely prize."

"That's a Berserker character I play. His name is Sajen the Red, and he's a 12th level barbarian with a 18 strength and -" You pick up immediately on the name, clearly this is young Mr. Sajenson's alter ego but interrupt the young man before he gets too far off track.

"And who's the maiden?" You can feel the heat melting your insides again, "and how did she end up like this?"

"Her name is Elecia D'Nevaux." Christopher is clearly embarrassed by the questions, but he finishes in a hesitant mumble "Sajen found her in a Normandy convent that he and his men sacked." It doesn't surprise you that Christopher knows the name and background of the woman in his artwork. Just listening to the detailed backstories of Christopher's creations makes up for his lack of experience with women; Frank knew enough to be the demanding lover you needed, but that cheating bastard had all the imagination of a sea slug.

"She's a nun?" You ask in surprise as you take in the flowing dirty blonde hair and the expensive embroidery of the torn bodice, "she doesn't look like a nun."

"No, her father sent her to be raised by the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament, to ensure her chastity." Your nipples harden painfully and you find it hard to even breath as you contemplate what it would be like for a sheltered young lady like that to be carried off by a merciless viking, if only you can get Christopher to be more like that pillaging raider.

"Wait here." You tell him, "I'll be right back."