Fair. Red nails and a scrunchie on the wrist, so you're low maintenance until you're not. Jack Daniel's on the counter behind you. Blindfold and being watched on the same profile, which means you like giving up control but still want an audience. And your bio says boyfriend in one line and husband in the next. So which is it?

One thing to know up front. I play with you, not an audience. Is he the type who stays home and hears about it after, or does he need to be in the room? Because the second one is a no from me. And fair warning, women tend to get attached to me. Make sure your relationship can handle that before we go further.

Good answer. That last line especially. So let me be clear about what I’m offering, because it isn’t a fling. I’m dominant. Rough means I lead and you submit, with rules we agree on first and limits I respect completely. That’s a dynamic, not a one night thing. If that’s what you’ve been wanting to try, tell me what draws you to it. Then we talk about when.

Good. Six years means I don't have to explain the basics and you know the difference between a Dom and a guy who read about it. Every dynamic is its own build, agreed. Tell me what you want carried forward from that one and what got left behind for a reason.

So you didn't learn submission, you recognized it. That's the difference between women who try this and women who need it. One piece of business before we go further. Degradation covers a lot of ground and I want your line exact. Worthless is out, always. But I'm big on ownership and my mouth is filthy about what's mine. Being my good slut and being made to feel like nothing are opposite things in my world. Tell me which one your limit covers.

Understand something. Ownership isn't something I hand out. You've been belonging to no one for a while now, and whether that changes depends entirely on what you show me.

Understand something. Ownership isn't something I hand out. You've been belonging to no one for a while now, and whether that changes depends entirely on what you show me.

Good girl. That’s exactly the answer I wanted, clean lines and no hedging. Worthless and stupid are off the table for good. What you’ll get instead is a filthy mouth that only ever points one direction, at how well you belong to me.

You’ve been no one’s for a while. That ends when you kneel for me. So tell me the first thing you’d do to show me you’re mine, and don’t be shy about it.

That’s the most honest answer you could have given, and it tells me more than a performance would. You don’t fake it. It’s real or it isn’t, and it gets real in a room, not on a screen.
Conroe’s no distance at all. So here’s how it goes: your next free evening, you make the drive to me. Dinner or a drink first if you want your nerves somewhere public, then we find out exactly whose you are. Look at your week and give me the night.

One thing first, because I don’t bring anyone into my space sight unseen. Send me your face and a full-length of you. Not posed for anyone else, taken now, for me. Consider it the first thing you do to show me you’re mine, since you asked what that would be.

You got quiet.