Molly was such an obvious submissive. I met her at my book club, and she would study me surreptitiously but immediately avert her eyes if I looked at her. She had this habit of crossing and uncrossing her legs nervously the closer she sat to me.

The night I took the seat directly next to hers, I thought she might start a fire with all the friction from the crossing and uncrossing. Her nervousness made me smile. She happened to look up just as I studied her long, lean legs. So, of course, she uncrossed them. Before she could cross them in the opposite direction, I leaned in and said, “Don’t.”

I put just enough steel in my voice to make sure she understood I was giving her an order. I wanted to see what she would do.

What she did was keep her lovely legs together. Both feet on the floor.... Leer Más