by desertslave
I'll be going back to part one and 5-ing it too. I'm always in such a hurry to keep reading, I forget.
Anyway, you give just enough details to flesh out the story, and not a word extra. There's nothing superfluous. I've not come across another writer here that's walked this line as tight, or as smoothly, as you have. Impressive.
+ there are two subjects I identify with in your story. First, being awoken slowly to my nature. (I was clueless I was a 'sub'. Afterwards I realized all my earliest childhood fantasies had been submissive in nature, and this was long before I knew about sex.) The 2nd is BLUSHING! Until I met HIM, I'd blushed maybe a dozen times since my teens. It seemed I blushed almost every time we'd speak, if I was looking at him, sexual or not. (& I hated him for this) Let me explain that. He was always asking to see my face when he'd be talking to me. When I denied him, he began ordering me. We found I couldn't refuse him. ('-')
pobrat