What many novice doms miss is that a D/s relationship is a relationship. Even if it's temporary, even if it happens only at something like a play part..., a relationship exists between the dominant and the submissive because both people have made that choice. Believing that you can tell a submissive what to do before you have established some sort of relationship which gives you that authority is a bit like believing that any man can tell any woman to have sex with him, because, after all, men. 'Hey!' they both yell.'Bye, boys!'The two guys look at each other, shrug, put on the parachutes, and jump out after her.'Bye, boys!' he chortled to himself, every time he saw her for days after that.She'd about decided she'd had it with him when, one morning, sobbing and nursing her latest beating, she bumped into an old admirer of hers. Mr Church was a devout evangelical Christian, and she'd considered him a boring stay-at-home until she started going out with Fred.She dropped Fred, got. The moment is upon them. But first, my wife has something planned. She turns and exits the bedroom and returns to where I sit on the sofa. The thought and anticipation has gotten the best of me too. While they were stripping for each other, so was I. She finds me naked and half hard as she enters the great room. With a look of confidence, and without saying a word she walks to the sofa. With her panties still wrapped around her finger, she reaches out and drops them on my cock. Over the years I. He was as strong as a bull. I went into Williams house and we got some drinks then went to his bedroom. There we found that we both liked history and reading. Soon we were discussing topics and basically geeking out together. We became fast friends. Later that night I went back home and my brother had locked himself in his room for the night. I grabbed something to eat, went to my room to listen to music and read. At this time in my life I was pretty much asexual. I had compared penis.