Send in ✥ for my character's reaction to finding out yours is a dominatrix pls do this with McRoWain cool thx
Send in ✥ for my character’s reaction to finding out yours is a dominatrix pls do this with McRoWain cool thx
Roman didn’t know why he hadn’t realized it before.
Johanna was always at least a little bit in control of their sex. She tended to choose the position they wound up in, and who was touched when, and sometimes even whether someone was going to come right then, or be made to wait until the others got closer. She was the most experienced of them, after all, he was able to reason. She, if anyone, should be able to determine those things, and to tease them when she saw fit just for the fun of it. She was the one that liked teasing most, after all.
It was something that he didn’t think much about, honestly. He liked giving up that bit of control, as much as he never admitted it to anyone else. It was a decidedly pleasurable thing, to be able to let go of himself for the moment and have someone else make the decisions that would inevitably lead to greater pleasure for him. And that it was Johanna had never really dawned on him. The split of power felt more like what happened with them, though in hindsight, he couldn’t imagine Owain taking control that way.
He was just talking casually with a friend from the casino when it came up. His friend had met a girl that he found out a short time into their experience was a dominatrix. She had taken complete control of the evening, had even determined when she would let him come and tied his hands to stop him from getting himself off. And he had enjoyed it, certainly, but he wouldn’t do it again if he could help it. It just wasn’t his kind of thing, he had said, and then questioned if Roman had ever done something like that.
That was when it dawned on him. The way he described the evening, the power the girl had taken and let him give up, it sounded so familiar to him. He realized, as he was thinking it over, that his girlfriend was, in fact, the same kind of partner. Johanna was the same kind of person, in their sex life, even if it didn’t leak into their daily life like the other man seemed to think it would with the girl he met. And that was how he liked her. That was how Owain liked her. That was how she liked herself.
And so, with a brief look of surprise, Roman lifted his gaze back to his friend and spoke. “My girlfriend is a dominatrix.”