Rachel inspect the oil painting

Rachel was in awe before the oil painting. An aura of domination was emanating from it. As she looked into the man's commanding eyes she felt herself being pulled towards it. The woman next to him seems like a delicate flower. She was small, submissive, and innocent all clothed in white. Rachel knew for some reason that the woman loved being dominated by her husband that they had a comprehension together and each knew their own place. Without noticing it, Rachel was now next to the painting, her hand almost touching the wooden frame. Rachel was only a few inches away. She was still looking at the painting with curiosity and she asked herself why she was unable to find a relationship like this a comprehensive one.

"It's easy, it's because you never really accepted your role in a relationship." Said a deep voice coming from behind her. When she looked back, Rachel was astounded to see the man from the painting was standing there in the flesh. He was even more impressive in person. Rachel could feel the dominating aura even more present. She was turned on by it. Rachel had never felt something like this before. Her body was reacting to it. She felt her sex becoming wet with desire for the man.

"What do you mean?" Asked Rachel unable to avert her eyes from the man's gaze. She felt weak compared to the man and that Rachel didn't understand it. She had dated men taller and with a lot more muscle than him, but they all feel like weakling compare to him.

"I mean that you need to accept your role in the relationship. Look at my wife and see how happy she looked. She knew her place and loved every second of it." Said the man with his southern accent.

"I don't know I think this all very misogynistic to think like that." Said Rachel without a lot of confidence. Her knees felt weak with the man's presence.

"You think or you know?" asked the man with a smile. "I never took something against another will. I know I can feel it, you are curious. Touch the painting and see for yourself." Said the man as Rachel looked at the painting not sure if she should or not and she wanted to ask other questions to the man, but he was gone.