endorphins

(segue from 'calisthenics' )

Copyright 2006 by Markee 2baad’sosaad. No part of this work may be reproduced without the written permission of the author. E-mail: phlyonzawahl@shaw.ca.

His toy. His cumslut. His subby bitch.

His lover...His.

If she only knew how that made him feel, how utterly intoxicating having her under his control was...

That would be revealing too much, however.

Yes, particularly in the face of a passion that threatened to overwhelm him, a degree of dispassion had to be maintained. The 'hands-on, hands-off' dichotomy was essential, however contradictory that sounded. As control was paramount, anything delving too deeply into emotional involvement was going too far.

But all must be done while in control - never losing the sense of objectivity so essential to maintaining control.

They would concentrate on - little games, exercises, mental callisthenics - how far she would go; how far he could push her.

It wouldn't be easy - especially in the face of the transition she'd inspired in him. Lack of appetite (for food, anyway), sleeplessness, an inability to focus on anything (except her)...

He had to concentrate!

How far could he push himself before he went too far, though? Balancing the desire to keep in control with his need to twist her around his thumb, thereby causing him to become twisted around her.

He was strong in many aspects of his life. What was it about her that made him feel so weak?