Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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Jennifer sat with legs mimicking the fetal position as her head rest with a pillow on the arm of the couch. She was watching a documentary called Kink. Her head rose up when she heard the door and quickly turned off the Tv.
"Are you okay?" she asked him with concern. "Everything go well with the drinks and dinner?" She got up slowly and walked over to him. Lowering herself down to her knees, placing her hands on her thighs and her head looking down. Kink had taught her a few things, that she though Niall would enjoy. Though from what she understood there were many umbrellas in the world of BDSM.
Not everyone liked their 'submissives' to kneel. She also saw a big difference between being a slave and being a submissive. She was not the first, for certain.
Jennifer wanted to show him appreciation by learning what she assumed he enjoy. She still hadn't grasped it all, but for him she was trying. For him, she knew she'd try just about anything. She was so proud of how he also was able to conduct himself today in a professional matter. In a way it was almost freeing for her to do her job more efficiently, her mind wasn't befuddled with lust and desire or day dreaming over her boss. Instead she had the confidence and trust that she was his.
He was finally here 'home' as it were. A life perhaps one day they may have.
"Are you okay?" she asked him with concern. "Everything go well with the drinks and dinner?" She got up slowly and walked over to him. Lowering herself down to her knees, placing her hands on her thighs and her head looking down. Kink had taught her a few things, that she though Niall would enjoy. Though from what she understood there were many umbrellas in the world of BDSM.
Not everyone liked their 'submissives' to kneel. She also saw a big difference between being a slave and being a submissive. She was not the first, for certain.
Jennifer wanted to show him appreciation by learning what she assumed he enjoy. She still hadn't grasped it all, but for him she was trying. For him, she knew she'd try just about anything. She was so proud of how he also was able to conduct himself today in a professional matter. In a way it was almost freeing for her to do her job more efficiently, her mind wasn't befuddled with lust and desire or day dreaming over her boss. Instead she had the confidence and trust that she was his.
He was finally here 'home' as it were. A life perhaps one day they may have.
