fifty-shades-of-grey

“I suspended them from my playroom ceiling. In fact, that’s one of your questions.Suspension – that’s what the karabiners are for in the playroom. Rope play. One of theropes was tied too tightly.”I hold my hand up begging him to stop.“I don’t need to know any more. So you won’t suspend me then?”“Not if you really don’t want to. You can make that a hard limit.”“Okay.”“So obeying, do you think you can manage that?”He stares at me, his gray eyes intense. The seconds tick by.“I could try,” I whisper.“Good.” He smiles. “Now term. One month instead of three is no time at all, especiallyif you want a weekend away from me each month. I don’t think I’ll be able to stayaway from you for that length of time. I can barely manage it now,” he pauses.He can’t stay away from me? What?“How about, one day over one weekend per month you get to yourself – but I get amidweek night that week?”“Okay.”“And please, let’s try it for three months. If it’s not for you then, you can walk awayanytime.”“Three months?” I’m feeling railroaded. I take another large sip of wine and treat myselfto another oyster. I could learn to like these.“The ownership thing, that’s just terminology and goes back to the principle of obeying.It’s to get you into the right frame of mind, to understand where I’m coming from.And I want you to know that as soon as you cross my threshold as my submissive, I will dowhat I like to you. You have to accept that and willingly. That’s why you have to trust me.I will fuck you, any time, any way, I want – anywhere I want. I will discipline you, becauseyou will screw up. I will train you to please me. But I know you’ve not done this before.Initially, we’ll take it slowly, and I will help you. We’ll build up to various scenarios. Iwant you to trust me, but I know I have to earn your trust, and I will. The “or otherwise”– again it’s to help you get into the mindset, it means anything goes.”He’s so passionate, mesmerizing. This is obviously his obsession, the way he is… Ican’t take my eyes off him. He really, really wants this. He stops talking and gazes at me.“Still with me?” he whispers, his voice rich, warm and seductive. He takes a sip of hiswine, his penetrating stare holding mine.The waiter comes to the door, and Christian subtly nods permitting the waiter to clearour table.“Would you like some more wine?”“I have to drive.”“Some water then?”I nod.“Still or sparkling?”“Sparkling, please.”The waiter leaves.“You’re very quiet,” Christian whispers.