That night I lay awake for a long time thinking about what Jackie had said. I knew that the wine was a contributor to the confession, however, I belie...ved that she had told me the truth. I worried that I had been too harsh when I had chosen to put an end to her fantasy. I could have been gentler with her, and I hoped that I did not damage our relationship too much. We had a good relationship built on respect and genuine friendship. She was a great companion and could speak intelligently on most. She ran upstairs and brushed her teeth and changed her clothing. For once, she didn’t want to dress in anything he might find appealing. After months and months of trying to look attractive to her husband, she absolutely didn’t want to tonight. No skirt or dress, but slacks and a loose knit top. Low heeled sandals. No jewelry, no makeup.Back downstairs, she looked at herself in the mirror over the living room buffet. She felt very nervous and knelt down. Opening the side cabinet, she reached in. One of the things that she found particularly fascinating was the way in which many dominant women seemed quite different from those she had imagined. She had always thought that a dominatrix spent her time in high heeled boots and a corset, strutting up and down waving a whip. She’d also thought that they’d be bad tempered, scowling or sneering man-haters but although some of them looked less than happy with their charges, most of them looked like they were really enjoying themselves. Quite a. They were rooting for a victory for their Captain, but I wasn't an unpopular contestant, as when we came together and I pushed her on her back there was still some cheering as I neared a victory.It was a victory I couldn't take, and instead of pouncing for the kill by seizing her legs I faked a stumble and allowed her time to regain her footings.I knew that the longer this went on, the more in danger I would be to doing something I shouldn't and therefore I concluded that I would have to lose.