No, his eyes are wide open.And they’re looking straight at me. Into me. His gaze hits me square in the chest, literally making me physically recoil....My mouth opens in surprise, though I quickly clamp it shut. Blood rushes south. I feel myself stiffen.Fuuuuck. -It’s been a couple of weeks since our last, extremely odd, encounter and I’ve had plenty of time to work through it. I’ve analyzed the situation repeatedly and in minute detail and ultimately this is what I’ve come up with:Firstly, Jess. Watching the screen intently, she realised she liked talking to him a lot. “Here’s the thing,” he typed. “Submission allows you to be who you really are. Not everyone is a table thumper. Not men, and not women. Let’s agree there is inequality out there. That’s a given. And I admire those who wish to redress imbalances. But everyone is different. One table thumper may be different to the next. One quiet person may be different from the next. Submission itself is forgiving. Submission allows. After waiting for about 5 or 10 more minutes after the normal cut off time, I asked if everyone is ready? And or if anyone is not feeling comfortable, always a good idea to check to be sure. We all agreed that we are ready to get nude and decided since the group could all fit in the bedroom, we got undressed and headed to the room to play. As the host I made sure we all had towels within reach and passed around the lube for those that would like to use it. So let me set the scene for you so. Sir Reynolt was sweating hard, and shaking even."I demand my sword back, and my dagger." Sir Reynolt muttered shaking.Bartand smiled, and held the carving knife at his hip ready to strike."No, your men outside these walls will have a spare sword and dagger for you. But you will not wield a sword here in these halls, until you are outside the town again."Sir Reynolt, appeared as if he was going to charge Bartand and attempt to get his weapons back but he backed down with a whim. Lady Cornish.