Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Yes. The fantasy stops at just a purely physical either one-time or occasional thing,” he confirms, and Savannah’s small gasp pulls my eyes to her. I don’t even have to prompt her to speak. She knows my intent look means I’ll require an explanation for her reaction to his answer.
“I… I…. It was just surprising to hear the ‘occasional’ part. I was struggling enough with the idea of just going through with it once. More than that?” She shakes her head frantically, crossing her arms and seeming to curl in on herself. “That’s asking for way too much.”
To Roman’s credit, he lets her have a moment to process instead of jumping in to try to convince her to change her mind. He’s a good man. Not only that, but he’s a good Dom and a good husband. His only flaw is he’s human. And I don’t know a human on this planet who has never made a mistake or had a lapse in judgement.
When he does speak, his tone is gentle with her. “As much as I’d love to experience it with you, I’d hate for you to feel like you’re ‘just going through with it’ for me. Now that would be pointless, to use your word. The whole point, the main focus of this fantasy, is to be an outsider watching you in pleasure. If you’re just going through with it out of obligation, there won’t be any pleasure to witness. Because you know damn well I’d be able to tell if you’re faking it. And I refuse to coerce you into doing something you don’t truly want to do. That’s why we’re in this mess in the first place. Completely my doing, yes, but I hope you can at least recognize it came from an honorable place, wanting to keep something you didn’t like away from you instead of using the despicable practice of coercion to get my way.”
Savannah doesn’t reply, but her eyes turn sad before lowering to her crossed arms.
I know that look. God, how I know that look.
I’ve seen it so many times in submissives. I even saw it on my wife’s perfect face before I was able to train it out of her.
“What you’re feeling right now, Savannah, is something every submissive will experience at least once while practicing this lifestyle. Your expression right now, it’s the familiar look of a sub waging war inside themselves, desperate to please their Dom, not wanting to disappoint them by limiting what they’re willing to do for them. It’s the look of someone toeing the line of ‘should I do this for him like a good little sub’ or sticking to their own truth and setting it as a hard limit, which a Dom—at least a good one, and your husband most certainly is—would have to honor.”
Roman sits a little taller at what he feels is a compliment, but I’m only speaking the truth, since I’ve observed this couple at the club for years.
I continue, “There’s a gray area in there though. Actually—” I chuckle. “—it’s the yellow between the green and red lights. The place where a sub looks deep within themselves and questions if a particular kink or fantasy might be something they could enjoy and just not know it. If it’s a kink they’ve never even considered participating in before, their initial reaction to it could be due to misinformation, a lack of knowledge about it, or just negative stories they might’ve heard about someone else’s experience.”
I turn my focus to Roman then. “How much research have you done on this practice?”
“Not much,” he admits. “I never imagined it could happen in reality, which is why I did what I did. But I’ve fantasized about it for years, like a reoccurring dream that never alters. I know exactly what I want the experience to be like, the limits and the liberties of each participant, but I haven’t done any deep diving into researching it, learning the labels and ‘rules,’ since it seemed like a waste of time.”
I nod and make a note of an idea I have for them I’ll bring up at the end of the session, homework for the couple that will give them something to do together.
“Savannah, there’s one thing that stood out to me when you were talking about the reasons the experience would be pointless on your end,” I tell her, and she meets my eyes albeit cautiously. “Every single thing you named, it was like you were putting them all on the ‘Con’ side of the Cuckold List. One: I’m not attracted to anyone else, so therefore there’s no one I’d have sex with. Con. Two: I’ve never had the ability to reach orgasm with someone other than Roman, so what is the point of having sex if I won’t come? Con. Three: It’s ‘effortless’ for my husband to make me come, meaning he doesn’t have to put a lot of work into the act to get the job done, and it’s effortless for me to go into a mental state where I’m able to reach completion, so there’s not a lot of work on my end either. Therefore, why be with anyone else, since it’s so easy for us? Another check on the negative side for cuckolding.