Chapter 59: Summoned

We do not learn; and what we call learning is only a process of recollection. - Plato

He sighs loudly and rubs his chin. "Your thoughts are racing. I already told you I am immensely open to a wide range of sexual activities and that my likes are, well, rather dark and broad."

"What the hell does that mean? What? You like to hurt or punish people? Tie them up . . . or something?" I stop talking then cup my head. 'Is that why you tied my hands - or blindfolded me?'

"I would never intentionally hurt a partner. However, I have punished them occasionally, but only when they disobeyed and always for pleasure." He lowers my hands from my face, appraising my reaction. "And if you were asking if I enjoyed tying you up then yes, I did. It made me feel good to know you trusted me enough to allow me to restrain you. It is all about trust, little one, trust and control."

"Are you saying you want to control me? Is that it?"