Sam and Jane sat in the park as they usually did on Sunday mornings, talking about everything and nothing or, more accurately putting it, Sam talked, and Jane pretended to listen most of the time. Her best friend liked the sound of his own voice too much and who was she to deny him the pleasure of a good monologue? Besides, if she happened to always be paying attention, he wouldn’t get the chance to feign anger as he was doing at that moment. 

“Yes,” she replied, crossing her legs, sultry eyes locked on his. “You were saying you’re addicted to Femdom porn.”

“Really? Because you seem to think all they do is bark orders and carry whips around and that’s the definition of Femdom porn to me.”

“You haven’t? What does that make me, then?” She retorted, putting him on the spot once more.

“I’m not laughing either. It’s not funny, it’s true. Just because I don’t show it overtly all the time that doesn’t make me less dominant. I dominate you whenever we’re together, you know?”

“No? What did you have for breakfast, today?”

“You’ve been drinking black coffee for the last month because I changed your usual order. I’m sure you noticed it, but not once did you say anything about it. That’s dominance... and that’s submission, too.”

“No? Another example then. Why are you wearing that blue shirt?”

“Is it? Because I remember you saying black was your favorite color when we met but you always wear blue now because you know I love it. I changed your fashion taste with a few whispers now and then. That’s dominance too, don’t you think?”

“That’s what?”

“Funny how that keeps happening when you insist on contradicting me, isn’t it? It’s almost as if I put a mental leash on you a while back. Sometimes, I let you pull it a little to give you the impression of control but when you go too far, you just... *snap* zone out, just like you did right now.”

“Why not?”

“That’s a curious word, one I never used when thinking or talking about you but if you’re my slave, I can live with that...”

“What didn’t you say?”

“Are you sure? Because that’s what I heard.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I know the words aren’t the same but what about the feelings? Considering everything I told you, do you still feel you’re not in the presence of a dominant woman? Do you still feel you do as you please and not what I want you to do?”

Jane looked down, perky breasts finding a way out of her tight, lavender dress. “Care to tell me why you’ve been kneeling at my feet since I snapped my fingers then?”

Sam sat beside her again, fingers interlocked, head down. He didn’t know what else to say, so he muttered:

“... you’re addicted to porn, to the idea that female dominance is a game of screams and senseless fucking in front of a camera. I like pegging as much as the next woman but fucking your mind has always been more appealing anyway and the results are visible, don’t you think?”

“Conditioning, hypnosis, brainwashing... call it whatever you like, dear. It doesn’t matter just as long as you obey. Those stray fantasies will disappear in no time, don’t worry. Oh, and you need not remember this happened either, so we can continue playing the game like we’ve always done... all memories of the last ten minutes fading away in 3, 2, 1... *snap*”