Dominant
Sam and Jane sat in the park as they usually did on Sunday mornings, talking about everything and nothing or, more accurately putting it, Sam talked, and Jane pretended to listen most of the time. Her best friend liked the sound of his own voice too much and who was she to deny him the pleasure of a good monologue? Besides, if she happened to always be paying attention, he wouldn’t get the chance to feign anger as he was doing at that moment.
“Jane, are you even listening? Jane!” He complained.
“Yes,” she replied, crossing her legs, sultry eyes locked on his. “You were saying you’re addicted to Femdom porn.”
Sam’s eyes widened as if he had seen the most shocking thing in the world. “What? No! That’s not what I said at all. I was talking about dominant women.”
“Really? Because you seem to think all they do is bark orders and carry whips around and that’s the definition of Femdom porn to me.”
“Well, huh… I suppose you have a point. I…” he stuttered. “I never met a real dominant woman so…”
“You haven’t? What does that make me, then?” She retorted, putting him on the spot once more.
“You? Dominant? That’s funny but I don’t feel like laughing right now.”
“I’m not laughing either. It’s not funny, it’s true. Just because I don’t show it overtly all the time that doesn’t make me less dominant. I dominate you whenever we’re together, you know?”
“Get out of here! You never did such a thing!”
“No? What did you have for breakfast, today?”
“What you ordered at the cafeteria, but you already know what I eat and drink every Sunday, that’s not dominance.”
“You’ve been drinking black coffee for the last month because I changed your usual order. I’m sure you noticed it, but not once did you say anything about it. That’s dominance… and that’s submission, too.”
“No, it’s not!”
“No? Another example then. Why are you wearing that blue shirt?”
“Seriously? Blue is my favorite color and you know it.”
“Is it? Because I remember you saying black was your favorite color when we met but you always wear blue now because you know I love it. I changed your fashion taste with a few whispers now and then. That’s dominance too, don’t you think?”
“No, that’s… that’s…”
“That’s what?”
He shrugged, a bewildered expression on his bearded face. “I don’t know. I forgot what I was about to say.”
“Funny how that keeps happening when you insist on contradicting me, isn’t it? It’s almost as if I put a mental leash on you a while back. Sometimes, I let you pull it a little to give you the impression of control but when you go too far, you just… *snap* zone out, just like you did right now.”
“Hmmm… not sure I like where you’re going with that.”
“Why not?”
“You’re almost making it seem like you turned me into your slave or something…” he noted.
“That’s a curious word, one I never used when thinking or talking about you but if you’re my slave, I can live with that…”
“That’s not what I said.”
“What didn’t you say?”
“I didn’t say I was your slave.”
“Are you sure? Because that’s what I heard.”
“You heard wrong. I said it seemed like, not that I am.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Excuse me?”
“I know the words aren’t the same but what about the feelings? Considering everything I told you, do you still feel you’re not in the presence of a dominant woman? Do you still feel you do as you please and not what I want you to do?”
“Yes! I am my own person. I like you a lot, but I don’t defer to you in any way.”
Jane looked down, perky breasts finding a way out of her tight, lavender dress. “Care to tell me why you’ve been kneeling at my feet since I snapped my fingers then?”
It took almost a minute for him to register her words, and another one to find the strength to get up. The embarrassment, on the other hand, hit him instantaneously, and so did the awareness that all the passersby were giggling his way.
Sam sat beside her again, fingers interlocked, head down. He didn’t know what else to say, so he muttered:
“I…”
“… you’re addicted to porn, to the idea that female dominance is a game of screams and senseless fucking in front of a camera. I like pegging as much as the next woman but fucking your mind has always been more appealing anyway and the results are visible, don’t you think?”
“I… how…?”
“Conditioning, hypnosis, brainwashing… call it whatever you like, dear. It doesn’t matter just as long as you obey. Those stray fantasies will disappear in no time, don’t worry. Oh, and you need not remember this happened either, so we can continue playing the game like we’ve always done… all memories of the last ten minutes fading away in 3, 2, 1… *snap*”
Sam blinked and looked at her. He was talking about something earlier but didn’t remember what it was. She hardly listened anyway so… no harm done. His thoughts came to rest on a single idea, one she already knew by heart, and one she would let him keep if he behaved. How good would she look in a full-body latex catsuit, black thigh-high boots beckoning his tongue? He smiled vacantly and drifted off again as she continued to reshape his world.
