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Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... normal?" "Well... you hurt me." she said. "And you... tie me up." "Right, and what do you do?" I asked. "I... I don't know." she said. She was getting confused, and I could see she was getting more and more uncomfortable. It was incredible how different she suddenly seemed to me. She was so lost, so strangely innocent and naive. "How do I put this?" I thought aloud, "Our relationship... is based on control. Would you agree with that?" "Uh... yeah." she said, considering it, "That sounds right." "But most relationships aren't, at least not in the same way." I said, "Most are based on the idea of equality, but not ours, right?" "Right." she said. "Our relationship isn't unique." I said, doing my best to explain in a helpful way, "A lot of people do the same kinds of things that we do. It doesn't mean we're sick or wrong, at least I don't think so. It just means... we want different things from most people. We have different urges." "Ok..." she said. "For example, Jessica, you're a submissive." I said. She laughed suddenly, before I could continue. "Submissive? Me?" she laughed harshly, "I'm like the least submissive person I know!" She had a point. Normally Jessica was as confident and strong willed as anyone you could meet. "True." I said, "In everyday life, you don't seem to submit to anyone or anything. But you call me 'Sir'. You beg for your orgasms. You claim that I own your body." "Yeah..." she said uncertainly. "That's called submission, sweetheart." I said, smiling, ...

... "You submit to me, and you like it. You have these submissive traits that allow you to tolerate, and even enjoy all the things I do to you. In the BDSM community, you're known as a submissive, or a sub. Someone who finds pleasure and satisfaction in submitting to another." By this point I was pretty much quoting a blog I'd read about "The Lifestyle" verbatim. It had been one of the more helpful things I'd read when I first discovered how satisfying it was to dominate Jessica. She was looking down, considering my words. She looked placated for a second, but then frowned and shook her head. "So, what's... BDSM?" she asked. "We'll... we'll get to that." I said, wanting to talk through each aspect first. "I'm what's known as a Dominant, or Dom. Someone who gets pleasure from... well, the things I do. Basically from making you submit." "I thought that was just because you hate me." she said quietly. "My feelings for you... are complicated." I said, "And not what we're talking about right now. I started to dominate you because I was angry with you, but then I realised that I liked it on a different level. On a few different levels, actually..." I trailed off. "So that's why I like being... hurt?" she asked. "Well, that's something slightly different." I said, "I mean, you should know this. What's it called when someone enjoys pain?" "Um... being a freak?" she said. "Masochism." I said simply. "Oh." she said, surprised. Then, as if finally understanding, "Oh..." "Yeah." I said. ...