“But yes. Other than some roleplaying once in a while, the power exchanges of BDSM don’t really interest me. That isn’t to say that I don’t li...e being a powerful person, or, if I feel safe in doing so, letting a powerful person to do things to me. There have been times when I’ve been seriously sick or injured, and it was a challenge to let go and accept someone would take care of me and I could release some control. I’ve learned lessons. Now, let’s be powerful with each other. I intimidate lots. Then I felt him climb off the bed and I heard the drawer of the night stand open. He knew that was where I kept my toys. The blindfold he put over my eyes prevented me from seeing what he was doing, but I heard him moving things around. Then I heard nothing and I knew he was watching me.I wanted to move, but the restraints held me tight. Vulnerable, I wanted for his touch. I heard nothing for quite awhile. I knew he had not left the room. I thought I could hear his breathing; it could not have. I should have gone after her, but I didn't. I can't explain what came over me. It just did.Her hair was vibrant, with a reddish shimmer. It came down to her shoulders. Her face was lovely and full of life. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of glacier blue. There was something in their shape that I found very attractive. I would describe them as thin, almond shaped eyes. Her nose was tiny, what I would call the ideal. Her mouth was rather pouty, but I attributed that to the fact that she was. " Really? How did that come about?" I was put in a French immersion school when I was seven and learned at a very early age. I'm really glad my parents did that. I feel like I've got some skills that others don't and I may be able to take advantage of that." I'm envious. That would be a big asset for me, too." I'd be happy to help if you run into a situation that you need a French translation. My fees are quite reasonable," she smirked."I will keep that in mind. In the meantime, you've just.