Chapter Seven
A day later, I had the third dream. I’d almost lost the belief that it would appear—especially since I was living out my desires in the house. What would be the purpose? I served Will almost slavishly, and always at his command—his gentle command. He didn’t raise his voice or speak with anymore intensity than was natural to him—except if he saw some resistance in my eye, or, heaven forbid, I spoke less than submissively or out of turn. Even then, the easy reprimand in his voice stirred that ticklishly satisfying desire for obedience.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about being less than equal. It was a feeling I relished when I could focus on its sexuality, while on the other hand I wanted to push the idea from me when s*x wasn’t on my mind. I’d begun my life as a powerless person
