Checking on him, she saw him signal to continue. As she arrived to the far side of the space, what looked like an old pipe organ started to slowly transform and reveal a series of glassed encasements. Two looked like store shelving behind glass and the other looked like jewelry table like display. On arriving to this thing she saw all manners of items that started to make her blush.
These were the toys he was talking about. This was the vast array of things that could make someone very very excited. She noted that there were a few she could use on him, but only a few. The vast majority was for her use. Never would she had envisioned so many different styles of vibes, cuffs, crops, paddles, blindfolds, and things she couldn’t yet figure out.
Wait. That many paddles though?
She was being a good girl, why so many paddles though?
“If I don’t agree to any of this, what happens?”
“Nothing”
“No, really, what if I don’t want to be spanked, what happens then?”
“Nothing with regards to spanking will happen if you don’t want it to happen”
She was puzzled. Wasn’t the whole point of this birthday shenanigans to break her into submitting to his will? Wasn’t it all about his power and lordship over her? What did he mean, nothing would happen?
He noticed her questions and proceeded to answer them best he know how.
“You’re the one with all the power. I don’t do anything to you you don’t agree to. But, when you agree to let me take you to your best fantasy place, you just need to trust that I know how to get you there” he explained as reassuringly as he could.
Her eyes darted about the room and then fixed themselves on him.
“How did you know my limits when you were spanking me?”
“That’s my job and my honor to know as well as deliver”. He had to try and hold his smile and pride in check.
He had taken great pains to know her better than she knew herself. That was critical for him. He anchored his entire ego on his ability to please her just the way she needed to be pleased.
“You’re saying that me submitting to you is about me being in a power position?”
“Yes”
“But how? I’m giving up control though” She was trying her best to understand this.
“No, you’re giving up choice of venue, not control. You have ultimate say on what you will allow to happen to you. Once you give up that choice, you sit back and enjoy. I have to do all the thinking, all the caring, all the selecting, all the calculating, all the understanding, all the knowing”.
She put up her finger to stop him. She shook her head. She was feeling a bit of overwhelm. This was going to take a moment to sink in.
Shallows of the Deep 