She was strong and smart and aggressively dominant in bed. She would never have agreed to be tied up, but he presented it as a challenge and she rarely backed down from challenges from her lover.
She laughed when she saw the silly pink fur-covered cuffs, when they were locked in place, a feeling swept over her that she had never felt before: helplessness.
True submissive helplessness.
She barely uttered a sound, staring at the ridiculous pink cuffs, as he stripped her of her elegant black lingerie, leaving her naked. He removed her jewelry: the silver necklace and earrings. Then, with a damp towel, he wiped away her makeup, removing the concealer to reveal the freckles around her nose and the red lipstick to reveal her pink, trembling lips.
She watched in a haze of submission as he stripped away her nail polish and clipped her long fingernail short.
At every step, she felt more and more helpless, but now she understood what it was to be naked, truly naked, stripped of all control, with no artifice or persona to protect her.
When he showed her the bottle of sparkly silver polish, something a twelve-year-old might choose, she tried to protest, but the pink pacifier he pushed between her lips silenced her.
He brushed her hair and tied it in pigtails.
He positioned her on the bed on her hands and knees, a soft pink blanket spread beneath her.
She felt his hand on her bottom.
She knew what was coming.
He would teach her how to be a good girl.
His good girl.
And he would be her Daddy.