They had been walking around the streets of Toronto for a while, hand in hand, to all others a vanilla couple very much in love.  To her though this was anything but vanilla.  her collar, a shiny stainless steel ring, lay heavy and cool on her neck and collarbones.  She was aware of her hand in His, gauging her steps always to be a little behind Him.  Her conversation may have not always smacked of slave, as her opinions were always something that she had trouble containing but she hoped her body and demeanour was pleasing to Him.  she followed Him without thought, listening to the rhythms of His voice and wondering  how it was that she came to be here.

She followed Him down the steps into the subway tunnel; the gust of warm air rushing up the stairs hit her skirt and threatened to expose her nakedness underneath.  Her hands caught the front in time and the scent of her own warmth met her nose.  She wondered if anyone else could smell her and blushed at the thought. 

In the subway she sat to the right of Him facing his side so she could rest her head on his shoulder and she knew that if He was so inclined, He could easily reach under her skirt in this position without much notice.  She sat, skirt hiked a little and legs apart, attempting to look playful and relaxed in the pose and not as inviting and slutty.  She could feel the wetness between her legs increase, between His mere presence, strong words and conversation and the vibrations of the train, she was hard pressed not to make a mess of her pretty new skirt.

When they got to the van He opened the sliding door and motioned her in.  She would have followed without thought had she not had the irritation of a full to bursting bladder to deal with.  Blushing she lowered her head as she realised there was no other option but His and walked to the other side of the van.  There between two cars and close enough to the half wall to be hidden, under the cloud covered stars she lifted her skirt and squatted to pee for Him.  Curiously the tension that had cause her pause in the past was gone and as His melodically laughter and amused “good girl” reached her ears, she easily emptied her bladder onto the parking lot floor.  

They entered the van and without thought she moved to kneel at His side.  Lifting her skirt so it did not get soiled with the grit of the floor she felt the small stones and dirt bite into her knees as she lowered herself.  Bending at the waist she rested her inclined head in her arms on the seat next to Him.   There on the top floor of the parking garage, kneeling in the dirt of the floor of His van, ass high, head lower on the seat, she listened with the rapture of a child to the man that had captured her heart and soul.

Above all else he cherishes his submissive, in the knowledge that the gift she gives him is the greatest of all. He is demanding and takes full advantage of the power given to him, but knows how to share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift.

He is in control of himself first and foremost, so that he may control others. As a stern and demanding Dominant, he can cause his sub to cry real tears. As the consummate lover, he will then kiss the tears away, without ever stepping out of character.

In times of trouble, a Dominant will leave the roles behind, to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals. He is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality. He would never ask a submissive to put him before her career, or family, just to satisfy his own pleasure.

To win his submissive's mind, body and soul, he knows he must first win her trust. He will show his submissive humor, kindness, and warmth. He must also show her that his guidance and tutoring is knowledgeable and deserving of her attention, that this is a man she can learn from, and trust his direction.

He is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, he will fight for his ladies' honor. He proves to her that he is someone she can lean on, and depend on.

He is old-fashioned enough to be a bit of a chauvinist, yet modern enough to respect his woman. Quick to point out the differences between them, he also knows there is no inferiority in those differences.

When it comes time to teach his submissive her lessons of obedience, he is a strong and unyielding professor. He will accept no flaw, nothing less than perfection from his student. Never does he use discipline without good reason. When he does, it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand.

He is a careful guide, with safety always his main concern. He knows how to use pain to extend the bounds of pleasure. He is a mentor who can bring her to the edges of her envelope, and gently show her the inner courage to reach new heights.

He is always open to communication and discussion, always ready to hear her wants and needs. He is patient, taking the time to learn her limits, and knowing that as her trust of him grows, so will they.

He never has to demand ritual behavior by her. She responds to him out the want of pleasing him. Compliance comes from the wanting to please, not the fear of punishment. He understands the fragile nature of mind and body, and never violates the trust given to him.

He is secure enough to laugh at himself and the absurdities of life. Courageous enough to accept assistance. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow. His tools are mind, body, spirit and soul with a little help from rope, paddle and blindfold. He understands that each partner gains most from pleasuring the other. And both of them know that love is the only binding that truly holds