She sits where instructed

After a brief pause, she simply dropped to the floor without further comment. She didn't seem especially thrilled about it, but she crossed her feet and looked up at you expectantly and addressed you with a carefully measured, neutral tone. "Okay, now, will you please tell me?"

You took a moment to appreciate the wonder of the moment. Jennifer was a tall, beautiful, and fierce woman, yet now she sat cross-legged before you like a child, waiting to be taught about life. It was very easy to feel the reality of your power and authority over her like this.

Briefly, you wondered if you could pressure her into actually kneeling for you, but you decided that would be pushing it a touch too far and might blow the whole thing up. It was safer to be content with what you already had. Besides, in time, you would have everything you want. Why not enjoy the process?

"So. First, it was good of you to ask so nicely, and it's only natural that you would need me to explain it. I am after all, very smart."

She squirmed slightly but said nothing.

"The answer is simple. I don't have to look at you. I have options. I can walk out that door and fuck a dozen women if I wanted. I can look at anyone and everyone I please and no one will care. Do you know why?"

She scoffed. "Because you're a man in a man's world."

"First of all, I'm the man in a man's world, but no. It's because I'm not married."

She looked up at you, genuinely confused. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that your husband doesn't have a choice but to look at you. Everything I said about how it's a compliment for me to admire you, and you should enjoy the attention? It doesn't apply to Marcus. He's your husband. When I look at you, it's because I see a gorgeous woman worthy of my attention. For him? Well... you are the only thing he's allowed to look at. So I ask you. Does it mean the same coming from him that it does from me? Be honest."

She frowned, mind turning. There was barely a hint of hypnotic compulsion in her, just genuine thought. "No, I suppose not."

"That's right. So that means that you shouldn't bother trying to catch his eye or win his approval, since his attention isn't even valuable."

Jennifer's face scrunched up, rejecting the idea. "But... I love him and he loves me. Isn't that important?"

You panic. It wasn't worth blowing the whole operation just to save time. Don't get greedy, Dustin, just take what you can get! "Yes, of course it is. How you are and have always been with Marcus is perfect. For him. The important thing to remember is this: when I look at you it's a compliment, when he looks it isn't."

She nodded very gently. "I think that makes sense."

You couldn't help yourself; despite everything you'd been warning yourself about, you just went for it. "So you should try harder to impress me with how you look, and don't worry about impressing him. There is no validation in his approval, only mine."

She nodded, then stood up. "Yes, you're right. I understand now." Then, as she turned to leave, she added, "Thank you."

Steeling yourself for total catastrophe, you shot back, "No more sweats when it's just us at home. They're ugly. I don't like them."

She froze and you stopped breathing.

Shit, did you overdo it?