“Oh.”

I shook like a leaf, staring at Sir with a mixture of apprehension and awe. My whole body went limp, dangling from his hand like a shirt on a clothesline. I felt caught, captivated, controlled. The light pressure of his fingers had instantly incapacitated me.

He squeezed just a little, eliciting a weak little squeak from me. “There, that’s better. I think I prefer you like this, Rainy,” he sniggered. “So much more amenable. No arguing, no talking back. You’ll agree with whatever I want now, won’t you?”

“Yesh, Shir,” I helplessly replied through my smushed lips, my cheeks burning beneath his fingertips.

Giggling, he rotated his wrist, nodding my head from left to right and back again. I whimpered, unable to resist, unable to break free of his gentle yet implacable grip on my face, unable to do anything but stare at him with wide eyes. “Good girl,” he purred, sending more quivers through my already tingling pussy. “That’s a good little Rainy ragdoll.”

I gave a plaintive groan. This was very unfair. We’d been having a friendly argument - not even that, really, just a difference of opinion - and just as I’d been making some very good points, he’d silenced me by reaching out and seizing my face. My brain promptly shifted down about four gears, reducing me to a limp, defenceless ragdoll in his clutches.

He abruptly released me, and I let out a shaky sigh, my cheeks red from embarrassment just as much as from his prolonged touch. “That - that was rude,” I spluttered, unable to suppress a smile. “You can’t jus- aww...”

While I’d been trying to regain my composure, he’d grabbed onto my leg - and that was enough to shut my higher brain functions right back down again. Just a gentle grope of my thigh - that was all it took. My shoulders slumped, my head lolled, and my hooded eyes remained fixed on him.

“I think you’ll find I can just,” he tittered, giving me another squeeze. I made a desperate, incoherent noise of protest, which only made him laugh more.

He withdrew his hand again, but before I could collect myself, he reached out and took hold of my boob. “Uungh,” I moaned, squirming beneath his casual, but utterly incontestable clutches.

It occurred to me that perhaps I’d given him too much of an advantage here. Any time he took hold of me - any time he took any part of me in his assertive grip - I turned completely compliant, weak and docile. It didn’t matter if he groped my tits, my thighs or my bum, if he seized my wrists and pinned them to the wall above my head, or if he just decided he wanted to grab my face and squish it out of shape (all of which he had done, multiple times). They all had the same effect.

It wasn’t the first time he’d taken advantage of this particular weakness of mine to settle a minor disagreement, and I doubted it’d be the last. It was the whole reason he left me with this trigger indefinitely... and, in fairness, the reason I let him. Knowing that he had so much power over me, that he could subdue me at any moment, that he could decide any dispute in his favour in a second... The mere thought of it made me shamefully wet, let alone the actual act of him doing it.

He took out his phone, scrolling with one hand as he idly rubbed my breast with the other. I gawped at him helplessly, rubbing my thighs together. It never ceased to amaze and arouse me how he could totally dominate me and then look away. I am, all modesty aside, a gorgeous woman. A gorgeous woman under his complete control. And yet he had the ability to focus on something else even while possessively groping me, like I’m an afterthought. Because he was confident in my unconditional surrender, there was no real need for him to pay much more attention to me. After all, he could ogle his powerless, pacified plaything whenever he wants - it wasn’t like I was going anywhere.

“I’m in charge,” he prompted me, without looking up from the screen.

“You’re in charge, Sir,” I repeated hurriedly, even as I quaked from his deft caresses of my chest.

“I make all the decisions.”

“You make all the decisions, Sir.”

“Your opinions are irrelevant.”

“My opinions are irrelevant, Sir,” I babbled.

“What you want doesn’t matter.”

I almost came just from breathily reiterating, “What I want doesn’t matter, Sir...”

Still not sparing me a glance, he took his hand off my tit and put it round my neck instead. “Uhhh!” I cried out, unable to contain myself, my eyes rolling a little before refocusing on him.

Now, at last, he met my gaze, grinning wickedly. “How’re you feeling, love?”

“Humiliated,” I whined, “and horny...” But I couldn’t help answering with total honesty, so I added, “And happy,” my voice as dazed and dreamy as my expression.

“You’re my obedient toy soldier.”

“I’m your obedient toy soldier,” I agreed. The vibrations of my voice against his thumb on my throat seemed to reverberate through my whole body, travelling south very fast.

“You’ll go wherever I want with a smile.”

“I’ll go wherever you want with a smiiiile, Sir,” I confirmed, and proved it by beaming blissfully at him.

“Even to see Jurassic World Rebirth, instead of that rom-com you wanted to see, right?”

“Yes, Sir,” I exhaled.

“Good girl!”

He relinquished his grip, but I kept on smiling dopily at him for a few long seconds before I started to drag myself back to some semblance of independent thought. “Gahh,” I grumbled, covering my flustered face with one hand. “What did I just agree to? I want to see Materialists, not another dumb dinosaur m-movieee...”

My voice trailed off as he took me by my spare hand, interlocking his fingers with mine, his firm, warm grasp quelling any and all resistance once more. All I could do was surrender to him again, staring at him with saucer-like eyes and a small submissive smile, like a prey animal that knew it was done running.

“Let’s go,” he said nonchalantly, giving my arm a casual little tug.

“Yes, Sir,” I sighed defeatedly, and let him lead me along to the cinema, to see the film of his choice.

I wondered if he’d hold my hand the whole time, to keep me captive and compliant, unable to defy him in the slightest.

I really hoped he would.