27 - Prescribing Submission #3
“I see,” Vince said, nodding. “Well, the first thing I want to tell you is that this isn’t a complicated problem, and I think, in fact, it is quite common.
I always try to suggest to keep the bedroom a separate part from the rest of the world, but it’s not always easy.
There are a lot of factors that add to stress and, sometimes, when we feel a responsibility to a loved one, that can actually be a negative factor rather than a reassuring one.
I think you should both take pride in the fact that you are here, willing to work on the problem together.
“Richard, please take note of the fact that Grace is here with you and that this isn’t a problem for you to solve by yourself.
It is a problem that we can work on together.
So, now tell me what your sex life was like in the past. You said that you wanted to go back to a time when you were younger. What exactly was that like?”
Grace smiled a little. “Well … we did tend to get carried away. I know it’s probably not responsible, but we liked to have sex wherever we could, even in public places.
We didn’t care about anything other than our own feelings.
I guess I want to go back to that. I want to experience the freedom and the irresistible nature of sex.
I want to feel like it’s something that we’re not even in control of. ”
“Is that something you like, the feeling of not being in control?” Vince asked.
Grace nodded. “There were times when Richard just had to touch me and I knew that he was going to do something to me. He used to stroke me on my back, just above my ass, and that was a kind of signal that he wanted to do something. It always made me feel naughty, and I just loved it, but we haven’t been that way for a while. Sex just became something routine.”
“Do you agree with this, Richard?” Vince asked.
“I guess so. I mean, for me, it was always this sense of power, that I had this woman who I could have anywhere I wanted, and the world just had to deal with it. But I think, over the years, I’ve just …
I’ve lost that edge. You know … I hate to admit it, but I don’t feel like I have it in me anymore.
I really want to be the kind of man I was, but sometimes, it’s just so exhausting to summon that amount of energy and emotion when the world takes so much of it away. ”
“That’s interesting, I see,” Vince said, nodding along.
“Well, the first thing I would suggest is that you try to recreate some memories in your youth. Try taking sex out of the bedroom for a while, but I’m really interested in this power dynamic you have going on.
Grace, you say that you liked being taken for sex, even when it wasn’t perhaps on your mind, and Richard, you liked having that control.
Have either of you been aware that you’re practicing BDSM? ”
Grace and Richard looked at each other and furrowed their brows. “Isn’t that like with ropes and whips and stuff? We haven’t tried any of that,” Grace said.
Vince wore a small smile. “There is a lot more to BDSM than mere whips. It’s more about the power balance between the couple.
There is a dominant and a submissive, an aggressor and prey.
It is harmony when the desires of the two people involved reflect each other, and unfortunately, these things can change over time.
Marriage is a long commitment, and there are many factors that can contribute to a change in this dynamic.
What I’d hope to achieve from this is to rediscover what you like about sex and to reestablish Richard as the dominant one.
Richard, you say that you feel like you are letting your wife down.
This is not healthy for one who has been in the dominant role.
You must try to embrace the fire again, seize the initiative.
” Vince’s voice grew more passionate the more he spoke.
“I’m just not sure how,” Richard said forlornly.
Grace had begun to get excited when Vince was talking, because she remembered how it used to be with Richard, but perhaps Richard was right. Perhaps he had lost it.
Vince set aside the notebook and placed his hands in his lap. “I don’t believe you have truly forgotten this part of you. It is still there, but it has been clouded by the world. All you need to do is find it again. Why don’t you try telling your wife to do something, anything?”
Richard looked at Grace and licked his lips nervously. His lips parted as he was about to say something, but then he bowed his head and remained silent.
“It’s quite easy, Richard,” Vince said, and then turned to Grace. “Go and sit on the bed,” he said sharply.
Grace was a little shocked to hear his voice go from something soothing and congenial to such a sharp tone. For a moment, she was frozen, but then she obeyed him. She moved to the bed, feeling the soft mattress bend to her weight as she perched on the edge.
Vince rose to come and stand beside her.
“You see, Richard, you need to remember that it is easy. This woman is here to do as you please. She wants to feel you take control. She wants you to use her. She wants you to unleash the power and the anger that has been building up inside you.” He walked up to her and grabbed her chin in his hand, twisting her head to face Richard.
He squeezed tightly and forced her mouth to open.
“Every part of her is yours to own, to possess. She has chosen to give herself to you, and now it is your duty, your right, to take it, to take her. You say the world is wearing down on you and that you feel angry and frustrated at everything outside of your control … Well, she is here to bear the brunt of that emotion. She is here to take everything that you could give.”
Vince walked over to Richard and dragged him away from the couch until he was standing before Grace.
“I’m going to leave now. I want you to fuck your wife.
Fuck her like you used to. Take all that pain and anger and shame inside of you and become a master of it.
Take it all and give it to her.” He pointed to Grace then left the room.
Grace looked up at Richard, knowing that Vince had been absolutely spot on with everything he had said.
She remained quiet, not wanting to say anything in case she ruined the mood.
She could see the flicker of lust in her husband’s eyes, and she could feel the desire bristling all over his body.
He was so close to something wonderful and, for a moment, she thought he was going to retreat like he had done so often recently.
Doubt flickered in her heart, and she wondered if she was ever going to experience pure lust again.
Then, before she could say anything else, a hand thrust out and grabbed her throat.
She groaned and gasped for breath as his hand tightened around her, and she saw some of that famed, familiar animal intensity in his eyes.
It was as though he was remembering something from a previous life, reaching deep down inside him and summoning some old and ancient power.
His nostrils flared as he shoved her down so that she was lying flat on her back. Then he got to work on undressing her. He tore away her clothes as though they didn’t belong on her. She felt his hands caressing across her body, bringing with them thunderous tingles.
There was something in his touch that hadn’t been there for a long time. There was a sense of determinism and hunger that had long been absent as he ran his hand all along her spine then cupped her ass, massaging the taut, supple skin. Then he brought his hand back and began spanking her.
Terse breaths pumped through the air as he brought his hand down and down again, his palm crashing against her exposed ass.
Grace screamed and moaned as pain sang through her body with every tremor.
It stung and yet it was so blissful, too.
She twisted her neck back and saw the angry look on his face, as though he was giving her all the years of torment that had drained him of his vigor.
But she knew she had her husband back.
He spanked her so hard that she writhed and begged for mercy, moving all around the bed so that he had to pull her arm and drag her back, bringing her down in front of him.
He laid a knee over her chest to hold her in place and then pulled his top away from him.
Then he undressed himself completely until he was standing there, tall and vigorous, with every inch of him bulging with arousal.
Grace’s eyes immediately dropped to his manhood, which was as hard and taut as it had ever been. Desire flooded through her, and her throat tightened at the thought of pleasing him. This was the man she had married. This was the man who had done so many unspeakable things to her in the past.
“Be my Dom,” she whispered. “Be my everything.”
His hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of her hair.
He pushed her back down to the bed and fell before her, kneeling so that her head was nestled against his thigh.
Then he pulled her toward him and ran his thumb around the circle that was her lips.
She sucked on it before he pulled it out, and then gave her something else to suck on.