A Simple Request

"Like a model on a rotating dias, you display yourself for me, and you can almost feel my eyes wandering along your body. All through dinner, my eyes were on your eyes as we talked about life and jobs and family, hopes and dreams and fears. But with me withdrawing my eyes from yours, you feel a shift, from being treated as a person to being treated as a thing, a thing which--you can tell from my expression--I am enjoying the sight of very much.

"You’ve turned back around to face me when I ask, 'May I have your consent to touch you?'

"I haven’t been specific in my request, where or how I would like to touch you. But as you see my eyes take in the curve of hips and ass and breasts, they make clear what words do not. And I did say 'touch,' not 'grab' or 'pinch' or 'slap.' You decide to yield your consent with a nod, and then, realizing I am not looking up to register the nod, you say, 'You may touch me...'"

It begins at the end of a night out between two lovers still just getting to know each other, and a leading question, “How good are you at following instructions?” What follows is a sensual exploration of power exchange, as will is submitted carefully, conscientiously, and consensually. How far will she go to yield to his commands, and what will she think of herself after?