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Veronica was going to teach him about everything. Everything except a safe word. And this time no one could stop her.
Finished with her gloves she cracked her knuckles and looked at Joe standing there is just his briefs. "I don't think they are regulation, Marine. Take them off." He grinned thinking perhaps his luck was changing and quickly stripped them off, standing in front of Veronica naked and quite pleased with himself.
"Turn around for me."
He turned around slowly, acting like he was posing on a runway. He had a large tiger tattooed on the back of his left shoulder and his ass was light compared to the deep tan on his upper body and legs. Veronica envisioned deep red furrows tattooed across that very ass by the end of the night.
"Are you finished?" she said smugly
Joe's lightened mood quickly went dark again as she spoke.
"Look. You had your fun. I don't know who you think you are but I don't have to take this shit from you. I am out of here."
"Very well. I had no idea our Bulldogs were so...easily frightened these days."
Joe dropped his hand before opening the door and turned to face Veronica still seated in the wooden chair.
Veronica got up and stood before him . "Shall we begin?"
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Joe stood waiting. He was a goddamn Marine. What the hell could she do that would be so bad he stormed in his mind. He could easily overcome her physically if he wanted to. No he would just let her play long enough before he was the one in control and then he would turn the tables on her.
She led the slave over to the foot of the chair and pressed his shoulder firmly signaling him to kneel. Joe resisted long enough to let her know she still wasn't fully in control. His resistance sent her heart racing. Too often her slaves gave in too easily. Even if you told them to resist, they didn't know how. She could feel herself getting excited at the thought of forcing his face to her boots. And she wouldn't even pull out the ropes or the chains until the end. She would make him do all of these things without being bound.
Veronica took her place on the chair again and toyed with the crop in her lap. She ran her gloved hands through the side of his closely cropped hair and turned his face from side to side. She could feel herself slipping in to her 'domme space'.
"I am going to slap you."
"Are you asking me permission?"
"No I am telling you what is going to happen before I do it. I don't want any of your 'Marine' reflexes getting in the way." Grabbing his chin "You will learn to control yourself."
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