There Is A Pair Of Handcuffs In Her Dresser...

"Well..." She said thoughtfully, her grin beaming on her face. "I do have a pair of fuzzy handcuffs I keep around." She gets up to her feet and walks over to her dresser, her bare, red ass swaying as she walks. You watch her walk lustfully, entranced by the sight. "I think we should break those out."

"Wow. You haven't had enough domination yet?" You smile. "This should be good...I've never gotten the chance to tie down a girl before."

"Jack...do you know what a 'switch' is?" Melody asks as she fishes through her drawers.

"What, you mean like the rod my old man told me his father used on him when he misbehaved? You have one of those too? Damn, where have you been hiding this kinky side?"

"No, that's not it. I don't think I'm quite up to that." She responds. "A switch is a term in domination. It's someone who likes to be both submissive and dominant." She turns to you with the mischievous grin on her face still there, a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs dangling from one finger. "I'm a switch, Jack."

The realization dawned on you and your smile faded. "Those handcuffs aren't for you, are they?"

"Very good." She smiles. "I think it's your turn to squirm for a bit."

"Erm." You said simply, not knowing what to say. This isn't what you imagined taking place.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." She giggles. "No hard spanking or anything painful. I just want to have control over you and your body." Her grin fades a bit and she gets serious. "I don't show this side of me with anyone I don't feel safe with. I've scared a guy or two off with this."

"That doesn't fill me with confidence." You speak up.

"They just couldn't handle being dominated." Melody shakes her head. "Keith, for instance, never let me do this to him. I was hoping you'd be more receptive, considering how much I let you control me before."

Well, you certainly don't want to be compared to Keith. And she has a point. She let you go to town on her and you really took advantage of that freedom. But you are still a little uneasy about being handcuffed down. You've never been in a submissive sexual position before; what if you're not cool with it halfway through?

"Please?" She asks, giving you the puppy-dog eyes. "I really want to try this. I won't hurt you, Jack, I promise. You do trust me right?"