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The Gold Exerience
Sometimes it’s dominance over dinner – my hand on your thigh under the table, deciding when you’re allowed to speak. Sometimes it’s you in the hotel room, wrists bound, watching me decide what happens next.
Sometimes it’s you palying the nervous recruit, the stranger at the bar, the man who’s “never done this before but can’t stop thinking about it”.
You’re used to being in charge everywhere else. Here, you’re not.
Close you’re eyes, and imagine that you’re laid on the hotel bed. Wrists bound above your head. I’m beside you, fully clothed, silk blouse brushing against your bare chest as I lean in close. One finger tracing your jaw. Watching you squirm.
“Tell me what you’re afraid of,” I whisper. “Don’t lie. I’ll know.”
You hesitate. My finger stops moving.
“Good boy,” I say. And you confess.
My dominance is observant, rather than loud. isn’t loud. It’s observation. The slow unraveling of control you didn’t know you were holding.
I want you nervous before we even meet. Wondering what I’ll do. How far I’ll take you. Whether you’ll survive it.
Spoiler: you will.
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Our time together is undivided. And when it’s over, it stays here until you decide you’re ready for more.
Ready? Tell me what you’re imagining. Be specific – I appreciate that.
