“I want you to dominate me!” I announce to Henry.
“Wha…?” Henry’s asleep. I’ve flipped on the light switch. He blinks at me mole-ishly from his protective, fetal position under the duvet.
“Oh Christ! Would you please stop reading Fifty Shades of Grey in the bathroom!”
“Because I’m always The Decider. Do we go to the park or the zoo? Do we boycott Valentine’s Day or leave our kids with vagrants and go to Joshua Tree to eat peyote and howl at the moon? I don’t want to decide in bed.”
“The Ambien’s finally unhinged you. That shit’ll cause early-onset dementia. Besides, I tried to dominate you last Wednesday but you had to watch Smash!”
“But you’re physically stronger than me.”
“You could get the testosterone patch and cleats,” I suggest.
“How about you tell me when you want me to dominate you and I’ll pretend I don’t know and I’ll sneak up behind you, knock you over the head and carry you off to bed.”
“You can’t carry me. I weigh too much.”
“I’ll drag you.”
“Just not during the weeknights with the kids and school and screaming, I’m too exhausted, and Saturdays are out ’cause the kids usually have sleepovers here…”
“So it’s Sunday.”
“Sunday’s the Lord’s day,” I say.
“We’re agnostic. We’re not sure God exists.”
“But what if God does exist and doesn’t want you yanking anal beads out of my ass while wearing a Hannibal Lecter mask?”
“Hmm, that leaves… never.”
“Let me just check my calendar,”… Hmm, what’s a good day to be submissive…What’s a good day…?
When I look up Henry stands before me, smoldering me like Christian Grey smolders at Anastasia Steele. He lustfully rakes his hand through the meager hairs on his balding pate and pulls me to him. Oh my, whoah.
“Is it okay if I dominate you now?”
“Yes, but I don’t want you to ask permission.”
“I’m not asking permission, I’m dominating you now.”
He attempts to lift my bulk in his steel-hewn arms, with his arthritic fingers. He’s so hot! Whoa!
He carries my left leg, while I hop on my right foot, to the bed where he collapses on top of me.
“Please be gentle,” I say in my Submissive voice, “but not too gentle, forceful enough to frighten me, but not so forceful that I have to shower and brush my teeth again.”
“I’m going to take you now, in the missionary position quietly so we don’t wake the kids.”
“You’ve got 15 minutes.”
“I’m taking 20.”
Wow! Fade to black.