Bedroom Closet

Very rarely do I order Simon.  I have a ten­dency to ask.  I ask sweetly, I say please, I smile.  He knows though.  Simon knows that a request from me, in times like now, is absolutely an order.

For­get­ting to do some­thing that is requested, or ignor­ing it, or being bratty about it doesn’t get an imme­di­ate rep­ri­mand or pun­ish­ment.  It will usu­ally get a grin, a lit­tle laugh, but it is always remembered.

I enjoy it that way.  I like to whis­per that I’ll remem­ber into Simon’s ear when we are out in pub­lic and he makes a lit­tle quip.  I like the look in his eye when I have to remind him of an ear­lier request.  I like the way he will flinch the tini­est bit when I tell him I’m not pleased in some way.

My nature is one of sweet­ness, lik­ing to please, want­ing to please, enjoy­ing the quiet plea­sures in life.  That does not mean, how­ever, that I don’t take great plea­sure in teas­ing and tor­tur­ing when the time is right.  I can red­den an ass with­out mercy when pro­voked and I will make him beg me to stop.  I can cum quickly and often, and I can do it with­out giv­ing him release.  There are many ways to use a per­son and I can do them all, but it will always start with a request, not an order.

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