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He pushed me to my feet. I was a bit lightheaded and not particularly lucid, but I managed to utter something like, “I’m sorry I ever started this. It was pretty stupid. I hope I haven’t ruined your night.”

“Okay, now, get to your room, Skye. Close the door and see if you can behave yourself until morning. You’ll do the rest of your explaining then.”

In a more favorable recollection of the night, I believed that Preston and I gave his audience a good show. Where else would anyone see such a display of power, humiliation and good old-fashioned corporal punishment? I met all the people at that party some time later at various occasions. If could poke fun at myself over the incident that endeared me to most of that crowd.

I didn’t know until the next morning that our clash the night before would be another turning point in our relationship. Whether he would have chosen that time to deliver his next amazing message, I’ll never know, but in retrospect, I was almost grateful for that horrible night for what happened the morning after.

I was standing before him, humbled, while he was sitting on the sofa in roughly the same position he’d been the night before, though at the moment, drinking his morning coffee. He had that impeccable stern look on his face that made be ready for a wintry blast and remind me of the terrific ache in my behind. My biggest worry was that he’d whale on me again, just to emphasize his point—or even worse, order me out of his life forever.

“Come here, Skye.” As soon as he drew me closer, I felt my body flood with relief. “Sit down.” He patted the sofa beside him, placing me in a position I’d rarely enjoyed with him and it made me nervous. He was leveling the playing field and I wasn’t used to it. “You raised a point last night I need to speak to…”

“Oh?”

“I’m going to say this once because I’m not the kind of man who gushes affection. What I feel deeply, I keep to myself, but in this case you need to know the facts. Don’t expect me to repeat them often, so listen carefully.” The unusual situation was already enough to scare me, but this surprising candor only made me frantic.

“Preston, please, I’m so sorry about last night.”

“Yes, I know you are,” he said trying to calm me, “but now I need for you to shut up and listen.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Make no mistake, Skye, you are the one woman in my life. I may toy with others and tease you with them, but they are meaningless trifles. Remember that and it should ease your anxiety.” Already the feeling of relief made me smile with happiness. “It has never been my intention to own a harem of slaves… I just want one perfect one, and that is you. We may be dissimilar in many ways, but in one respect we could be perfect clones.”

My smile vanished. “Clones?” That seemed to be stretching things. I was very curious about how he figured that.

“We make spaces between ourselves, put on this grand show of exhibition, of master and submissive, in part because we like the game itself. But that’s only half the reason. We’re alike because we’re comfortable with our emptiness. Playing our games keeps us from getting too close, from stirring up things we want to hide. You see it in me; I see it in you.”

Yes, of course, it was that vulnerability, his frailty, getting addressed in simple language. What a relief was my first thought, that he even knew it was there. On second thought, though, I realized what he was saying about me, and I wasn’t particularly comfortable with his assessment. He saw the question in my eyes.

“You think you can hide yourself from me?”

I blushed a bit. “I suppose I can’t.”

“We’re going to keep things simple between us. My rules, the requirements hold fast, I’ll enforce my will on you with every bit of zeal I can. There’s no end to the things I want to do to you, the situations I will put you in. Some are unapologetically sadistic, others more kind. You will hate me often. But you’ll live with it, and get the pleasure too. But just to be sure you understand the other side of me… I’m not asking strict obedience from you only to seek other pleasures from other women. You’re the only one I expect to ever need. If I take another woman, it’s only to remind you of the game we play, to keep it fresh and your anxious body titillated. I want you aroused above anything else, because it keeps me aroused—just like it was last night. That is my fascination. But even so, you’re the only woman I need.” He stopped, like he was waiting for his speech to sink in.

I thought a minute, “Let me get this straight… are you telling me you… you love me?”“Yes. I suppose I am.”

“I do love you,” I restated what I’d said the night before, just in case he hadn’t remembered.

“Yes, I know. You’ve said so in your own very direct way.”

I smiled a little bashfully.

“I think you’re beautiful, Skye; sexy, smart, efficient, feisty and full of spirit. You’re a damned good submissive, you usually follow orders well, and I know you’re malleable, even when you’re pissed off. I like that, because even when you’re failing me, which isn’t very often, you’re working at making this relationship work. I know you’re happy with the distance I maintain between us, as happy with it as I am. Even so, you need me to say these things, so here they are in plain English.” He paused. “Anything else you need to know?” I was too dumbfounded to know what to say after that. Here I had an open window, and all I could do was close it softly. I shook my head, “You really stumped me here.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Like to keep you on your toes. And next time we make love, don’t hold anything back.”

“I’ve been holding back?”

“You think about it, Skye.”

I thought about his accusation for some days after he made it… after we’d been in bed together several times and my sexual world suddenly exploded like New Year’s Eve in Times Square. Apparently, I wasn’t holding back anymore. We kissed, we hugged, we held each other tightly, and made love with a directness that put me in awe. I think he was in awe too because we hardly talked about it afterwards.

Preston shattered a few myths abou

t who I am, having held a mirror to my face. He made me look at myself, just so we could both be honest. He didn’t have to force me to obey him, the way my advertisement once suggested. I’d do anything he asked. But he had forced me to surrender everything… even the things I wanted to keep for myself.

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