Domination & submission _ the BDSM relationship handbook ( PDFDrive )

Ian stared silently into his coffee. Finally, he looked up from his thoughts and
said, “Do you remember when we first began dating...? That time we went into
that sex shop and checked out all of
the kinky toys?”
Natalie nodded. How could she forget?
They’d had great fun poking fun at some of the crazy things they’d seen in there,
and drooling over some of the more interesting items and
outfits. In fact, she had even gone back to the store a few weeks later,
by herself, to purchase a naughty French maid costume. She later surprised him
with it during their honeymoon, since she had always enjoyed role-playing and
dressing up in sexy outfits. Suddenly, she realized where he was going with
this. While in the store, Ian had
taken her to the aisle where the whips, floggers and paddles were displayed, and
casually asked her what she thought. In retrospect, her answer
must’ve caught him completely off-guard.
Natalie had been physically and emotionally abused as a child, both by her
natural parents and, later, by her foster parents as well. She grew into adulthood
equating BDSM with abuse, and seeing the leather implements arrayed as they
were in the store brought on a flood of unpleasant memories. She told Ian that
she simply didn’t understand how anyone could willingly submit themselves to
that kind of abuse, and characterized the men who were into BDSM as a bunch
of “misogynists and closet wife-beaters.”
Oh god, she thought, I did this to him. I had no idea he liked that stuff. He was
trying to tell me, and I wasn’t listening. Instead, I went
on a rant, basically calling him a woman-hater and abuser. Jesus, how
could I have been so incredibly stupid?
They kissed and made up. Ian promised that he would no longer sneak off in the
middle of the night to masturbate to BDSM