If We Were Alone...

"If we were alone, I'd dress for you," I tell him. "Or rather, I'd undress for you."

I'm trying to seduce him with words. We've had no privacy, limited time. Yeah, I know I keep saying that, it continues to be true. So I'm trying to seduce with words, to make him want me, to wind him in a web of desire.

I want him to think about doing me, to think about domming me. I want to shift him from the mundane places where we've been stuck lately, to the sexual connection we crave. I want him to want me.

(Yes, Virginia, that probably is topping from the bottom. And yes, I'm sure you perfect true subs out there would never do that.) 

And in fact, I don't very often. I'm pretty passive when it comes to initiating sex. I started off pretty brave with him a million years ago, often trying to seduce him, but I stopped pretty quickly. I learned that it was easier to just accept it when it came.

So I dress to seduce when I can. I try to always be receptive. I certainly never say no, so he knows that I'm always as available as I can be. But I don't usually actually try to seduce him or steer things.

But desperate times call for desperate measures.

"If we were alone, I'd dress for you. Or rather, I'd undress for you," I say.

"Wait," he orders. "I would prefer you dress for me. And then I would undress you for me. My way. And you give it to me, my way. Wanting to give it to me, my way."

And then he tells me what I'd wear for him. How he'd start to undress me. And what he'd have me do. What he'd do to me.

Bossy eh? It takes him approximately 7 seconds to take control away from me.

Yep. Bossy.