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“Please, don’t mock me. I don’t want to put myself in the predicament of abusing your undeclared rules through ignorance or misinterpretation. You’re a lawyer and very precise with your words. I need to know how precise,” she bit out.
“Sharing what I own, what I possess, is my decision. Not yours. I won’t let you have sex with other Doms, or any man for that matter. It is adultery. Women are, for me, a different matter. You’re not a lesbian. You won’t develop a relationship with a woman that involves loving, romantic intercourse of your own volition. However, it does not stop you from being sexually aroused by another submissive.”
“So, my taking erotic pleasure of a woman is all right?”
Jason pursed his lips and then nodded. “As long as I’m present and it is my pleasure that you do so.”
“You’re saying, you don’t have a problem with me being touched or used by another woman as long as you’re present, give permission, and I consent.”
“More specific than that. I’m in control. I direct and instruct. I have never said I have an issue with you being with others submissives. Consenting submissives. You have always said you are uncomfortable with hav
ing sex with women. I respect that limit and will not force or ask you to if you do not give me your consent.”
“Topping. I’m forbidden to top you. If there is another sub present, a participating, consenting sub, would one of us be topping, telling the other what to do?”
“I am the Dominant, the Top. You and any other submissive are my bottoms. If I’m controlling you both, then neither of you would be topping me or each other. You can work it out for yourself.”
Gemma took a deep breath. “I think I’m becoming open to the idea of being with a woman. I’m not sure how far I want to go with the notion of bisexuality. Touched, maybe. Penetrated, I honestly don’t know. I don’t want to be anything other than a submissive, a bottom. Your submissive. Is this a shock to you? Or am I right in thinking your little game of sensual treatments and massages were designed to manipulate me into becoming bi-curious.” She folded her arms across her chest, adopting a firm, slightly peeved stance.
Jason turned on his side and propped up his head on his elbow. “Manipulate you? A harsh word perhaps. Let’s be honest. I’ve created a scenario to enable you to explore your own desires more. I’ve always thought you had the potential to be versatile. However, your training in that respect was extremely limited. I asked Maria to massage you, and I knew I had been leaving you needy. What was your choice, your own decision, was to remain aroused or lose the sentiment. To let yourself have a simple therapeutic massage and nothing sensual. I gave strict instructions Maria was not to touch you in a way that would stimulate you directly, no clit tickling. Everything that happened in that room, your responses and attitude, was down to you and nobody else.”
“So, if I’d gone stiff as a board and felt nothing, would you be disappointed in me? Consider me a bisexual failure!” Her fingers coiled about her shoulders, hugging herself tighter.
“No! Absolutely not. I have said I wouldn’t make you be something you are not. You wouldn’t have disappointed me or failed in any way. What both of us would know is that you would never accept the presence of another female submissive in our play. Babe, please, you could never disappoint me.”
“Another one of your little tests, then?” She wanted to turn her back on him, hide away in annoyance. She fought hard to stay still.
Jason sighed. “Don’t be angry. It is counter-productive. The treatments served a purpose. They kept you relaxed and very refined in appearance. If you saw them as a test, then so be it. If you hadn’t come to me today with these questions, remained uninterested, you wouldn’t be judging this as a test.”
“Maria has been keeping you informed. Hasn’t she?” snapped Gemma.
“Yes. Because I didn’t want to push you too hard. You may recall, this morning, I didn’t lay a finger on you or say a word. I merely watched. Did you want her to touch you, rather than have me? Should I be offended?”
Gemma sprang up, swivelling to face him, hands on her hips. “Yes, you should! Because it’s about being unfaithful. You finally see this as a husband should. Because, to me, Jason, this is all about our status as husband and wife. I feel like I would be unfaithful to you. You see all this sexual play as only part of our D/s lifestyle. I’m your wife above all else. I’ve been tearing myself up because of these feelings of disloyalty. As a sub, I’m curious and willing. As your wife, I don’t know what to do!” She covered her head with her hands. “Argh!”
“Monogamy. Are we monogamous in our marriage? We are. I’m not proposing I have penetrative sex with another woman. You can choose not to, as well. What we can do is introduce another female submissive into our play. Does that satisfy your concerns about faithfulness and devotion to each other?”
“I suppose so.” She relaxed her shoulders slightly. She wasn’t truly put off by the unfaithful argument.
“To me, adultery is not the issue. Neither of us will be having intercourse or making love in a romantic fashion with another of the opposite sex.”
“You’ve an answer to everything, Jason. You make me feel inadequate and foolish.”
Tears hovered in her eyes, waiting to be shed. She struggled to deal with her indecisive demons. Jason sat up straight and faced her.
“I have an answer because I have thought of the questions. What do I do for a living? I acquire businesses and companies. I ask many questions to determine whether they are suitable, profitable, and match my portfolio and the ethos of what my company represents. I like to be prepared.”
“So, I’m an empty-headed numpty who should have thought this all through on my own. Well, thanks for the confidence-boosting chat!”
He was fast reaching the end of his tether, frustration evident in the narrowing of his lips and the lines forming on his forehead. She had to make a decision soon.
“Will you please stop playing the low self-esteem card? You said at the beginning of this conversation you don’t want to screw up. I call that being conscientious, thoughtful, and respectful of me. Your natural attention to detail and, above all else, your pretty, over-analytical mind going into overdrive. Now, stop bloody thinking, and tell me. Do you or do you not want me to ask Maria to touch your sex, suck your little clit, or whatever else will drive you into oblivion? The choice is yours.”
Gemma made her decision and told him.
They spent the rest of afternoon on the sundeck. The heat had become nearly intolerable. With no breeze coming off the waves, neither wanted to sit in the sun. Jason lay on the lounger, under the canopy, reading a hefty novel. Gemma relaxed at the other end of the sundeck. She sat under two parasols, dressed in her bikini, and listening to music. Sublime made its way past the tip of Italy’s boot, on course to reach its heel by midnight. The view from the port side was of an arid country baking in the early summer heat.
Now and again, Gemma would rise and stand against the railings to admire the view. Content to be on her own. Following their frank conversation, she welcomed the break from Jason. They remained out of D/s play. Jason wanted them to both ruminate on her decision and ensure nothing had been said hastily. He also wanted Gemma to have the opportunity to speak again to Jason, unhindered by roles. So far, Gemma hadn’t considered changing her mind.
