That's not the annoying thing though, the annoying part is that I inevitably begin the swift and slippery slide into forgetting my place. Because I've got this right? I decided to be good, therefore I'll be good however I think I should be. And that is not necessarily always on board with his ideas of how I should behave.
So, with all my good intentions leading me straight down the nicely paved road to hell, it's fair to say that my attitude may have slipped a little bit lately. Think Little Miss Independent meets Mom the Cranky Disciplinarian
I don't try to be bad! Where have I heard that before...Oh yea, my kid. Crap.
Now that the scene is set, complete with pavement and pretty flames...
Alpha called from work earlier, as he usually does. I was in the middle of making a lemon cake, and so we chatted as we normally do. The instant my cake hit the oven rack, he asked if I was done. Now, it's not unheard of for him to call up and ask me to Google a phone number or something of that nature.
In my naive innocence, I walked over to the computer, announcing that yes, cake was in the oven and I was all free.
His tone immediately changed as he informed me that I was going to go get the butt plug, go to the bathroom, and insert it while on the phone. Then I was to tell him when I was done.
Say huh what?
This is new...
"You need to remember your place. So think about your place and how you are going to be a good girl. When you're done thinking and you want to take it out, you can call me back and beg me to let you take it out."
"That's better. Your ass is mine. Your hot little twat is mine. Your body is mine. That hot little head of yours is mine too. And don't you ever forget it."