Domination & submission _ the BDSM relationship handbook ( PDFDrive )

“This is crazy; seriously crazy!” But it all felt so wonderful, they decided to just
go with it. Six weeks to the day after they met, they arranged to be joined in an
intimate collaring ceremony which formalized their relationship as Master and
submissive. A few weeks after that, they began looking for a house. That’s
when things began to unravel like a dollar-store sweater.
Vicki had always loved being in constant contact with her Master, and often
called or texted him throughout her day just to tell him that she missed him, or to
ask him for his opinions on various topics or routine decisions she needed to
make. Once they found the perfect rental house and began making preparations
to move in, she had even more reasons to touch base with him. In just one
afternoon, she would call or text Mark a dozen or more times, asking such
questions as: Do you like beige curtains, or blue? What kind of rug should I get
for the master bathroom? Should I buy a garden hose, or do you already have
one?
At one point, she even felt compelled to ask him what color panties she should
buy and, frankly, Mark enjoyed making those kinds of decisions for her. After
all, he was a Dominant, and that’s what Dominants do. Perhaps that’s why, at
the end of a long day punctuated by over a dozen calls from Vicki, Mark was
surprised to learn that she had failed to mention that she had gotten her tongue
pierced. Mark was livid over the fact that he hadn’t been consulted. After a
thorough dressing-down, he ordered her to remove the stud immediately. She
tried, but was unable to do it. He instructed her to have the stud removed at the
piercing salon the following day. She tearfully promised to do so.
The following day came and went, with no discussion or action on the tongue
stud. A few days later, Mark asked Vicki about it. She explained that removing
the stud so soon would have been “too painful,” but promised to have it done on
Saturday, which was her day off. The weekend passed, once again with no
action being taken on the tongue stud. Mark said nothing at the time, but was
beginning to have serious doubts about the sincerity of Vicki’s promises and her
understanding of what was at stake. Those doubts were magnified exponentially
just a few days later when Vicki cheerfully announced, to Mark’s complete
surprise, that she had bought a puppy. This was something they had discussed
earlier; a fact that Mark decided needed to be brought up.
“I thought we agreed that this was not a good time to get a puppy,” he growled,
“Our budget is strained, we’re both going to be at work all day long, and we