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Chapter 2: The next day in the bedroom.
“Will you again switch off the lights?” Sylvie asked.
“No, I just get this towel and let's have some fun.”
“A towel?” Sylvie asked like she misunderstood him.
“Yes, Darling, a towel.” Rick replied. “Let's put it on one eye and tie it at the back of your head. Then it looks like you're a pirate.”
“Ok.” She didn't understood where he was going at. She thought he had some strange fantasies. But she wanted to play along. It was new, so she didn't objected.
They made love and Sylvie felt strange and she was wondering what he had next in mind.
“Let's play Dark, Sylvie.” He said. He blindfolded her. All of the sudden his girlfriend realized what he was getting at. It all seemed so harmless. He started very subtle: the lights off; playing pirate. This was the moment when Rick exposed his hidden secret without mention the word “sm”. He always wanted to avoid using terms like “sm” “bondage” “maledom”. He hated how people put labels on everything and everybody. Like everything or everybody needs a word tattooed on their forehead saying “hunk” or “hooters” or “likes femdom”.
“He'll not hurt me,” she decided. “I can still stop him if I want to.” She felt comfortable. Sylvie was happy he didn't push it and he took it slow, one step at a time and he had some funny names too. She knew Rick dislikes labels but the names were so funny you could hardly call it a label. Some things you still have to label…
He took the towel away and said to Sylvie: “Wouldn't it be fun to handcuff just one hand, not tied. You can still make it loose with your other hand.” She nodded. They continued to make love and Sylvie was enjoying it. Not only did they play “Pirate” and “Dark” and now, she was “handcuffed” with a towel. The thought of not getting away, excited her somewhat. She has never done these things before. Sylvie never really thought about sm. She thought it was all so scary, hurting people but what my boyfriend is doing feels good.
Sylvie pretended she escape him by “struggling” to remove the “handcuff”. It was all played. She liked it. Once she was “free”, they made love.
“I don't mind you being a little more dominant.” She said afterwards. Sylvie imagined being controlled by her good looking boyfriend. She liked the thought.
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