I didn’t follow her out of the kitchen on her little exploration; instead, I sat back and enjoyed my coffee, waiting for the result. Would she question, even mention it or let it go?
It was her first real test of sorts, I wanted her curious, of course, but I waited to see how she handled that curiosity. I knew which way I wanted it to go, and my body reacted to the idea that it had started.
My pulse beat with anticipation of what laid ahead. I had her training already mapped out in my head. Though she was well on her way already, that submissive streak was a mile wide.
But I didn’t want a puppet in my bed. I wanted a willing participant in the things I wanted to do to her. Depraved as some of them might be.
Her training would be more along the lines of teaching her the things I liked in and out of bed. Though ready to please as she was, when it came to fucking I had very specific needs.