She could practically read the play of emotions on Marissa’s face.  She was a completely open book, unable to hide the flare of jealousy and anger.  Surprisingly, however, she managed to contain those emotions, pushing them back from the surface so that she could think.  Bridget felt the first flare of respect for the other woman.  Perhaps she should have respected the fact that Marissa was willing to come at all, but it was the way she choked back her emotions so that she could ask her questions that truly impressed the Domme.<br/><br/>Bridget’s lips curled slightly at Marissa’s first question and she couldn’t help but wonder if the woman had simply latched onto the first thing to pop into her mind.  It wasn’t the question Marissa needed to ask, but it was a start.  It earned her an answer from a woman who was unused to answering questions in the first place.<br/><br/>“Because I haven’t given him permission to look up,” she said bluntly, not bothering to sugar coat her answer.<br/><br/>“Meeting someone’s eyes is a sign of dominance in every culture, though some more than others.  He is the least dominant person in this room at the moment, because that’s what he’s chosen to be and what I demand of him. If he were to look up it would be a challenge to my control, something I wouldn’t be able to ignore.  He wants to please me, and so he follows my rules,” she went into more depth, watching Marissa’s reactions closely.<br/>