Depra/ived

Steve and I went back to the dance floor, though after we both ate a little too much, we only danced for a couple songs, and returned to our seats and chatted a bit before he paid for the meal and we left. '

As we got into the car, I looked back at the club. I was almost a bit sad to leave as I had no idea if the theme night would go back to such a theme anytime soon. That was a place I would love to visit often.

"Where to now?" I asked, knowing that I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting an answer. It was someplace we went often, he would tell me, if he chose a new place, he'd keep it secret.

"Boulevard." he answered.

I groaned for the second time on our date. I could feel my heels trying to murder my feet. Don't get me wrong, the boulevard was beautiful, I loved walking it, the scenery was amazing, And at the end of our usual path, there was a sitting area that overlooked a beautiful river, And around this time fo the day as the sky turned purple and orange, the reflections off the water were amazing... but dammit, I didn't have the footwear for this. "Alright." I said.

He chucked and took my hand kissing my knuckles, "Blue bag behind my seat." he said, and I reached behind him and pulled out the only bag behind his seat. He stole a pair of shoes from my closet, "Flats!" I exclaimed with more excitement than I realized I had.

"I listened to you the last time I came here and you wore high heels."

I took his hand and kissed the back of it, "You're smarter than you look." and gave him an evil wink.

"Ouch!" he mocked pain.

"What can I say, you look smart, you dress smart, but clearly-" I held up the flats, "You are super smart."

"Okay, I can take that." he dramatically and graciously accepted my compliment.

"Of course you can, super smart people have big egos."

"Wait, that's not true." he argued.

"Fine, but you do." I teased back.

"I'm not responding to that, cuz I'm better than anyone who would."

"That was a response." I teased.

"That was me being the bigger man." he continued to look forward while driving, but held his head up higher with a big smile.

"That was you showing off the bigger ego..." I drew out the last word as I put my left hand on his right thigh, very high on his right thigh letting my knuckles graze his crotch, "...As for you being the bigger man, you'll have to show me when we get home."

"I could turn around right now." he said with a bit of excitement in his voice. And then doing what he almost never did, he looked at me to read the expression on my face.

I laughed at him, "Fuck that buddy, I got flats." I held up the bag, "You may be super smart, but if you were a genius, you would have left me in the high heels so I would have been a bit more eager to get home."

He shook his head slowly and lightly, "But if I made you walk in those heels, you might have been too sore and not in the mood by the time we got home."

I shrugged, "Well, if you were the genius, you would have figured out the perfect solution."

He snorted a laugh, "I guess I can't argue with that."

"I guess you can't argue with me!" I declared as if saying I was the winner, and smiled wider when he just silently nodded his head still grinning.

A short time later we pulled into a parking spot, and just like at the club, he ran around to open the door for me. He offered his hand to me, but I held up a finger as if to say 'one minute,' and threw the flats on the ground. I undid one shoe at a time, and slid them into the flats, and finally held my hand up as if offering to take his hand. Holding his hand we started walking from the car and the parking lot to the beginning of the cement path.

It took a few steps before my feet felt normal again, the heels kept my foot in an arch for long enough where it felt odd to be able to step normally, though by the time we got to the path, I felt pretty normal again.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"

I was still holding his hand, and I giggled a bit and brought my other hand, his hand so that it was in both of mine, "Just once, but the way you've been eye-humping me all night has been a close second."

We walked along the path that was elevated above the river for probably close to a mile before it ended at an area full of benches. The benches were spread out in such a way that some were clearly mean for people who wanted to enjoy the river in front of us, and others who wanted to enjoy the trees behind us. Admittedly if we came here in midday, I would probably have enjoyed the tree-side... But this close to sunset, the river was too alluring, and I pulled out my cellphone to take a few pictures, though I sadly knew that the pictures would never live up to what I was looking at. I leaned in and pressed my head to his chest. "I love you."

"I love you, too." I felt him press his lips to the top of my head, and I took his hand and brought it to my lips and kissed that. And we stayed like that just enjoying each other's company for about an hour. We eventually made our way back to the car and we went home.

It was not a surprise when he ran around the car and opened the door, but he looked at me with more than a little lust in his eyes, "Put those heels back on."

"My heels?" I asked.

He stood there with a confident grin, and leaned down with his arm at the top of the where the door should be and his head resting on it... he leered it me, "I want to see you naked accept for those heels, and then I'm gonna fuck you until you squeel."

I looked up at him with a half smile and a single raised eyebrow. "Feeling confident, are you?" I said with my best tinge of skepticism.

"Yes." he said as he reached inside the car, and kissed me full on the lips, crushing my lips to my face, and guiding my lips open as I felt his tongue move inside my mouth. Of course my tongue counterattacked and did a bit of a dance with his as it moved into his. When the kiss finally broke, I saw smudges of lipstick on his face, and my vagina was lighting up like a Christmas tree complete with the full bowl of water below...

"Give me a moment." I said as I pulled the flats off and put my heels back on. He helped me up to my feet, but I leaned into him wrapping both of my arms around his neck and pulling myself to his face. I knew he bent down as my feet were still on the ground, and we kissed again. I felt his hand on my ass cupping, squeezing and groping, and I knew that there was no way that I wanted his hands doing that with my ass alone, there were other things he could cup, squeeze and grope, but certainly not in the driveway. I broke the kiss, used my butt to close the door... "Bedroom..."

He nodded his head, "bedroom."

And the most ungentlemanly thing he had done all night, he left me to run for the front door fumbling with the keys to get it unlocked before I got there...

We had good sex that night.

T-Minus 2 days until 'Night-R'

I was very much aware that my hallway took four left turns. But for some reason every time I took another left, I wasn't making it to my bedroom. How could I have gotten lost in my own hallway? I turned around, and the walls were the wrong color. No, I needed to keep going. I turned around and the ground wasn't where I thought it was, and I was... Falling!?

I flailed in my bed. Fuck... Not the way I liked to wake up. I looked at the clock and I had slept in and Steve let me do so, graciously. I sat up and stretched out. I looked down, almost surprised to see that I was naked, I usually preferred to sleep with one of his t-shirts on, and certainly with panties... but I did feel really rested.

Steve was long gone. Probably down stairs playing video games or maybe doing some yard work outside. I opened a drawer, grabbed a sports bra, pulled on some panties, sweat pants, and one of Steve's t-shirts, brushed my teeth, and made my way down the stairs. He made pancakes. But he was gone and so was his car. A note next to a plate of pancakes left instructions on 'his way' of warming them back up, because using a microwave was apparently barbaric. I threw them in the microwave, because I was clearly a barbarian.

He apparently went grocery shopping and promised to be home before noon. I shrugged my shoulders, waited for the beep of the microwave, reached for the maple syrup and bit in... kinda wishing I hadn't brushed my teeth before the meal. But the minty flavor was mostly gone after the third bite. When I was done, I cleaned up the kitchen, I supposed it was only fair that if he cooked, that I should clean... it was too early to clean... meh...

By the time Steve got home, the kitchen was clean, I was showered, and Netflix was going strong! He walked in with three bags of groceries, "Good Morning, Lilah."

"Good Afternoon!" I replied.

He looked at the clock, "but it's not noon yet, how can it be 'after' noon if it isn't even noon yet?"

I shrugged, "Because it's the latest 'good morning' you've given me in a long time."

He exhaled loudly through his nose, but it sounded more amused than annoyed, "In that case, Good afternoon, Milady."

"Geez, it's not even afternoon yet!" I teased.

He rolled his eyes, came over and kissed me. "You've been busy this morning."

I nodded as he met my eyes, "I woulda made you a sammich too, but you're lucky I was able to walk at all after last night."

Catching on to a meme I once showed him, "If you were able to walk after a night like last night, I didn't deserve one anyway." he again kissed me and I returned it with a bit of enthusiasm.

"You deserved one, even if I can walk this morning." I gave him a playful wink.

He fidgeted for a moment, "Can we talk?"

I nodded my head, "Of course!" but I kept my eyes on the television for a moment, looking back and forth between him and the show wondering if this was more than bills and mortgage payments. When I saw the look on his face, I pressed the pause button. "Everything alright?"

He nodded his head slowly. "Yeah..." he paused a bit as if trying to put the words together in his mind, and I was pretty sure he had practiced this a few times but the words now escaped him.

"Steve?" I asked sitting up, and facing him.

"You remember last weekend, I asked to borrow your tablet to do a bit of surfing since I hadn't charged my own?"

I nodded my head, "yeah. You forgot to plug in your phone overnight, and you probably hadn't charged your tablet in a couple months." I recounted to him.

"At one point I went to check my email, and you sort of hadn't logged out of your 'DelightfullyDecadent' account.

I sucked in a deep breath. I felt the blood rush to my head, that was a bit exposing. I'm still not sure if I was embarrassed in that moment. But it was a surreal moment. Blood rushed to my head, and I thought about the things he could have seen there. I was a writer, I may have written my fair share of G rated to R rated things in my professional life... I may have written for newspapers and magazines, had a few small books published... but those were my works of 'beauty.' And I had to get my darker impulses out as well, and I wrote some very exposing erotica that had some of my darker sexual fantasies published online... under the name 'DelightfullyDecadent... or DoubleD, as I often replied to my fan mail as. My mind mentally thought of some of the stuff that he could have found if he looked for my stories, most of it was pretty hardcore BDSM stuff, with focuses on femdomme suff and other fetishes that dalied in the back of my soul.

"Look Steve... I.. I'm not mad at you for seeing that stuff if that's why you are nervous." and I kept thinking to myself, 'Please let that be why he's nervous,' over and over again in my mind... I mean he went all out last night on a nice date, and the sex was better than anything he had done in a while, was he trying to prove that he was a 'real man, or something? Trying to show me that he could satisfy me without indulging my fantasies?

"Is not that." he said, seemingly having difficulty trying to look me in the eyes. "I've read your stuff before. Before we met. I was shocked to see that you were the one who wrote that stuff... that I sorta jerked off to for years."

I was dumbfounded, "Wait.. what?" I said looking at him, but everything about his face and body language seemed to be telling the truth, and seemed to be a bit embarrassed because of it. He started to say something and I cut him off, "I heard what you said, I'm just... processing." yeah that was the right word for it, 'Processing.' I put my face in my hands for a moment to think.

I knew that I loved Steve, we had been together for a while and I had hoped to eventually share this side of me with him on an intellectual level. But I felt exposed. It made it a bit better that he had read my stuff prior. But I always thought of sitting him down, and saying something like 'Hey, hun.. Look. I have this kinky side to me, I love to write out these elaborate stories, I don't expect you to have any interest in this stuff, nor do I expect 'us' to change... but in the sake of honesty I wanted you to know.' and of course my mind had always played his reactions being as cool as thanking me for being honest to freaking out and dumping me on the spot to the erotic ripping his clothes off and dropping to a one knee swearing his obedience to me forever...

This was not one of the ways I had thought it would go.

"Lilah?" I lifted my face out of my hands to look at him, "Don't be upset."

I shook my head, "I'm not... I'm just feeling awkward." my normal thought processes started kicking in, and I spoke before I thought, "And what do you mean you read my stuff. You are like the most vanilla guy I have ever met."

He pointed a finger at me, "You might be the most vanilla woman I ever met."

I held up my shoulders and lifted my arms, "You've never even mentioned any of this before."

"Once." he said, "We were in the mall, and I found those handcuffs and showed them to you, you rolled your eyes and walked away from me. I decided not to bring it up again."

I looked at him incredulously, trying to remember anything like this. Until something clicked, "They were plastic, neon green, and cost like three dollars."

This time it was his turn to look at me incredulously, "Wait, the only reason you didn't like them was they were cheap and ugly?"

I nodded my head, "Pretty much."

He fell back into a recliner and started laughing. I stood up and put my hands on his hips glaring at him trying to figure out why this was funny. He put up one hand, "No need for that look."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Think about it. The two of us make out living off our abilities to communicate with other people. You are a writer, I work in public relations, this is what we do. We are both very successful, and here we are failing to communicate with each other because we are too insecure and over analyze each other and assume things we shouldn't have assumed."

"You've been thinking about this all week." I said as my voice grew softer. "What do we do now?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. We talk I guess."

I tilted my head, "That's a good first step." I wasn't sure who should bring it up first, "So, do you want to try some female domination stuff?" puting it right out there.

"Yes," firmly, and then he continued a bit more softly,, "honestly, I'm not sure to what level some of the stuff you wrote was really intense. I'm honestly not sure if I want to jump into a 24/7 relationship."

I shook my head, "No... definitely not. Seriously, I have always said submission is a gift, but a full time relationship like that is pretty intense, and there is a lot of responsibility. We can do some baby steps. Maybe we'll just focus on bedroom kink for a while, and if we enjoy that, try a day or two on the occasional weekend."

His facial expression seemed relieved and agreeable to that. "I"d like that.. But what now?"

I shrugged my shoulders which was rapidly becoming my default reaction, "I dunno, you've been thinking about this for a week, you probably have more questions than I do at the moment."

"I probably do." he agreed. "What are all of your writings? I mean, are they real? Pure fantasy? What?"

That was a fair question, "Mostly fantasy. Some characters were based on people I knew, albeit exaggerated."

He paused to consider his next words, "Mistress Dominique, she seemed to be a character that was appearing in more and more of your stories than just poof, gone. What happened."

My eyebrows lifted and I thought about being completely honest with him, evasive or making something up. I let out a soft sigh and decide on the evasive and vague answer, "Let's not bring up Dominique, a bitch who likes to steal men from their wives and girlfriends, and like any of the rare people who actually benefit from Murphy's Law, she shows up when you least want her around."

"That is intense and vague."

"Well, I was going for evasive and vague." I threw back at him.

"Seriously, talk to me about her..."

"And I don't want to talk about her anymore." trying to put it in his head that I did not want to talk about her, and that I really did think that if I talked about her too much, she could show up at our doorstep.

But he continued, "You know you can trust me."

I let out a sigh, and let the sentence form in my mind, "She's my sister. We had a break, and she became a bitch."

"You don't have a sister." he said uncertainly...

"I have a twin sister." then corrected, "An identical twin sister. And I don't want to talk about her, cuz I don't want to talk to her... trust me, she'll show up."

"Okay." he said with a tone that said he would drop the subject."

I smiled, "So if you like my stuff, then you have sub tendencies, are you fully sub or are you a switch?"

He looked away from me for a moment, then met my eyes, "In a vanilla situation, I prefer to take control, you know that, but in a kink situation, I don't have much aggression in me at all, definitely sub." he paused, "What about you?"

I thought for a moment, "In a vanilla situation, I could go either way, I've let you have your way with me because you obviously know what you are doing." I smirked a bit as I looked down at his crotch, and he smiled back noticing the glance, "But in a 'kink situation' as you called it, I am mostly dominant... but can enjoy a submissive role if we were playing a game that I could switch it around and take control." it thought to elaborate, "Think of me playing the slave girl, and when the master finally thinks he has broken her, turns his back on her, and she cuffs him and has her way with him... if that makes sense."

"It does." he paused to think, "Mind control. I have a pretty intense fetish for it, and it's prevalent in your stories. It's why I asked you about Mistress Dominique."

"Shh.." I shushed him, reminding him that I didn't even want him to say her name. Like it was a curse.

"Let's talk mind control. In a healthy situation like what we have."

"In a healthy situation." He repeated my words as if he liked the idea.

"There are different ways to do it. But I'd say the first way is conditioning." I suggested.

"As in Classical conditioning like with Pavlov and his dogs with the bell?"

I nodded my head with a smile, "exactly like that. We will decide what your bell will be, and for starters when the bell goes off, or whatever we use, you just obey anything I say without complaint or argument."

He seemed amused, "Are we really going to use a bell?"

I looked at him like he was silly, "No..." I shook my head really as a moment to give myself a chance to think about my next words, "I'm thinking more like something to wear, but I don't like the idea of a collar, they are almost too formal. I'll think of something." I paused to think and then added, "if we eventually get you to that point where it naturally puts you in your sub space, we can talk about finding something a bit more traditionally mind control, maybe I'll make some audio files for you to listen to at night. But one step at a time."