Free Three Sides of the Coin (Catherine I) by Carole J Lennon Page A

routine to something this wonderful.  But he did not know her feelings on the topic.  And this is what depressed him.   After all these years, he was imagining the interaction of her being an imperious queen using her male slave for her enjoyment and then wrenching his man-juice from him, like Delilah cutting Samson's hair on a weekly basis.   But he did not really know what she was thinking.  Was she imagining rainbows and angels singing, was she sleeping with another man, or even a woman?  Or was she, ironic tragedy of all, playing that she was dominating him just as he was imagining.   He did not want to go to his death bed not having the chance for them to be in such perfect sync.
                  So for a year he thought about it and looked for signals that would support his hope.   Yes, she would play with his nipples, but was it purposeful or just stray actions that he was over reading?   She believed in equality for the most part, but he also believed that she felt women were better than men in certain regards.  She had been raised so Norman Rockwell normally that he feared a Puritan backlash with any suggestions of kinkiness.   Would she be aghast at his observations of her female domination techniques and stop immediately?  Or would she find it an, up till now, unappreciated insight to what pleased her?
                  He did not even know how odd his own feelings were.   He sought out confirmation that others might have similar thoughts.   High, cruel, heels were always a fashion item associated with sexy women, but was the cruelty to the pain they inflicted on women, or on what they implied they might do to men groveling at their feet?  Lucy Liu, in 'Charlie's Angels' was, obviously, an appealing sexy domme to all sorts of nerdy men, like himself.   Science fiction books had sexy, powerful women as role models and evil temptresses.  Ads in high end magazines showed women aggressive in their stance, their dress and even their attitude towards the men in those advertisements.  So he did not think that a dominant female was beyond the pale of what a normal woman might consider herself.  But he was not certain. 
                  In the men's magazines that he bought, he found pictures that delighted him.   Women smiling cruelly at the male beneath her feet, collared and chained, their nipples twisted by their female betters, he craved to be so humiliated, to become a sex toy for her, to be helpless before her.  He wanted sex to be a relief from the responsibility of being in control all day at everything.  He wanted to trust beyond any reason, this woman who could take whatever she wanted from him.   And more importantly, he wanted her to want to take control.
                  So on a trip to the high country, he sprang his thoughts on her.  They were coming back from a one night stay at her friend's cabin in the mountains north of Phoenix.  The cool evening was a refreshing change from the one hundred plus temperature in the valley.  On Sunday they were driving back on I-17 when an accident stopped all traffic.   After an hour, when they had walked up and down the freeway, which had suddenly turned into a miles long parking lot, they found out the police had blocked off all lanes going to Phoenix, and that it would be blocked off until their investigation was completed in a couple of hours.   As patience wasn't Catherine's strong point, she copied the handful of others who had bounced their SUV's across the median, doing the only off-roading that these vehicles would ever see, and they turned back the five miles to the last turnoff to Prescott and with Steven navigating, Catherine drove them on back roads and switchbacks to take an alternative route to Phoenix.
                  Steven had been thinking about this for weeks, but he wasn't good about choosing his words on a good day, and this wasn't a good day.  He pretty