and what she expected in a scene. After those sessions, talking with submissives had opened his eyes to what they gained from the experience.
They found it sexually exciting, but more than that, they hungered for the peace that came afterward. They craved knowing someone cared enough to give them the pain and pleasure they needed. They basked in the closeness it generated.
Justin wondered why they couldn’t make one of those questionnaires for a marriage. Check the box if you expect your husband to take out the trash, make enough money to take an expensive vacation twice a year, attend every one of the kids’ soccer practices, spank you before sex.
The instructor-counselors at Oasis had assured him that she wanted this. She had initiated contact and detailed her fantasy. Part of him hated that she hadn’t shared her fantasy with him. “Communication often breaks down this far into a relationship when people are in the habit of taking one another for granted. Talk it out.”
Next he triple-checked to see if he had a butt plug. Never in a million years would he have considered using her ass for sexual purposes. Perhaps he lacked imagination, but it had never seemed like an option. The answers on her questionnaire made it clear she not only considered it an option—she demanded it be exercised.
And now that he knew it was on the table, he fantasized about the experience. That part of the class had contained a theoretical discussion and a demonstration that made him want to go home and try it on Trish right then and there. But he hadn’t, because it would blow the surprise of the scenario she had so painstakingly crafted.
He brushed his teeth and steeled his nerves. She wanted this. He wanted this. Finding that invitation from Oasis in his in-box had changed his life. He didn’t know how they came up with the idea to contact him, but he thanked his lucky stars they hadn’t paired her with another person whose wish happened to match hers. While he would never have thought to contact a place like Oasis—or do half the things she’d put on the questionnaire they’d handed him at that first training session—his wife had. Someone there had recognized her cry for help and sought him out.
At first, he had been upset that his wife wanted to cheat on him. Then he realized her description of the guy she wanted to dominate her matched him perfectly. Reading her answers, he had been surprised she didn’t ask for someone with a scar on his left knee and a right earlobe that was a little smaller than the left. She didn’t want some nameless, faceless stranger. She wanted him.
Well, she was going to have him. And he was going to have her.
He kissed his girls good-bye and stifled a growl when Trish turned her cheek to him, denying him the pleasure of her lips. That was the last time he would allow that kind of behavior. Knowing she wanted him to push her on these issues gave him all the permission he needed.
He put his suitcase into his car and headed for the rental place to change his SUV for the one Oasis had reserved for their trip. It would give Trish time to settle the girls at her parents’ house and walk to the pickup location.
Oasis had sent her a list of items to bring along in the bag they’d provided. She couldn’t bring her own purse, not that it mattered. It was full of receipts and to-do lists, evidence of the life she wanted to escape.
She rummaged through the bag to make sure everything was there, locked up the house, and walked the three blocks to the main road bordering her subdivision on the north side. The sun shone brightly in one of those wonderful spring days that made her want to run barefoot in the grass. She wore jeans and a tank top, as per the instructions, and tennis shoes.
She didn’t feel sexy or desirable. She didn’t feel like anything other than the thirty-six-year-old mother of two who could no longer wear the same sizes she had when she was a teen. A sigh whooshed from between
They found it sexually exciting, but more than that, they hungered for the peace that came afterward. They craved knowing someone cared enough to give them the pain and pleasure they needed. They basked in the closeness it generated.
Justin wondered why they couldn’t make one of those questionnaires for a marriage. Check the box if you expect your husband to take out the trash, make enough money to take an expensive vacation twice a year, attend every one of the kids’ soccer practices, spank you before sex.
The instructor-counselors at Oasis had assured him that she wanted this. She had initiated contact and detailed her fantasy. Part of him hated that she hadn’t shared her fantasy with him. “Communication often breaks down this far into a relationship when people are in the habit of taking one another for granted. Talk it out.”
Next he triple-checked to see if he had a butt plug. Never in a million years would he have considered using her ass for sexual purposes. Perhaps he lacked imagination, but it had never seemed like an option. The answers on her questionnaire made it clear she not only considered it an option—she demanded it be exercised.
And now that he knew it was on the table, he fantasized about the experience. That part of the class had contained a theoretical discussion and a demonstration that made him want to go home and try it on Trish right then and there. But he hadn’t, because it would blow the surprise of the scenario she had so painstakingly crafted.
He brushed his teeth and steeled his nerves. She wanted this. He wanted this. Finding that invitation from Oasis in his in-box had changed his life. He didn’t know how they came up with the idea to contact him, but he thanked his lucky stars they hadn’t paired her with another person whose wish happened to match hers. While he would never have thought to contact a place like Oasis—or do half the things she’d put on the questionnaire they’d handed him at that first training session—his wife had. Someone there had recognized her cry for help and sought him out.
At first, he had been upset that his wife wanted to cheat on him. Then he realized her description of the guy she wanted to dominate her matched him perfectly. Reading her answers, he had been surprised she didn’t ask for someone with a scar on his left knee and a right earlobe that was a little smaller than the left. She didn’t want some nameless, faceless stranger. She wanted him.
Well, she was going to have him. And he was going to have her.
He kissed his girls good-bye and stifled a growl when Trish turned her cheek to him, denying him the pleasure of her lips. That was the last time he would allow that kind of behavior. Knowing she wanted him to push her on these issues gave him all the permission he needed.
He put his suitcase into his car and headed for the rental place to change his SUV for the one Oasis had reserved for their trip. It would give Trish time to settle the girls at her parents’ house and walk to the pickup location.
Oasis had sent her a list of items to bring along in the bag they’d provided. She couldn’t bring her own purse, not that it mattered. It was full of receipts and to-do lists, evidence of the life she wanted to escape.
She rummaged through the bag to make sure everything was there, locked up the house, and walked the three blocks to the main road bordering her subdivision on the north side. The sun shone brightly in one of those wonderful spring days that made her want to run barefoot in the grass. She wore jeans and a tank top, as per the instructions, and tennis shoes.
She didn’t feel sexy or desirable. She didn’t feel like anything other than the thirty-six-year-old mother of two who could no longer wear the same sizes she had when she was a teen. A sigh whooshed from between
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