Bridget could see the thoughts behind the other woman’s eyes.  She watched the emotions play across her expressive face and said nothing as she came to terms with what Cyril had said.  She was both surprised and pleased when determination finally settled across Marissa’s features.  She could have easily walked away at that point, but she obviously loved her husband enough to try, and that was all anyone could ask of her… though it didn’t mean she’d succeed.<br/><br/>“I’m going to be completely honest with you, probably to the point of appearing rude.  I’m not sure that you can.  You’re the only one who can decide that.  It can’t be an act, not if you want it to work long term.  You can’t simply learn the proper formula and follow it, there are too many variables.  There has to be some part of you that enjoys the power dynamic as well, the exchange.  It’s about trust on a fundamental level, about giving up or taking complete control… and by extension responsibility for the other person, at least when you’re in that dynamic if not constantly,” she tried to explain, realizing that it was going to be an uphill battle.<br/><br/>“I can show you the physical stimuli he enjoys, the things that force him into a head-space where nothing else matters.  Where there’s no stress, only the desire to please the person he’s given himself to.  You are going to have to rebuild trust from the ground up for any of that to matter, however, and only the two of you can do that.  Communication is going to be key, and Cyril will have to continue being completely honest in every regard.  Which Cyril will do…” she glanced at the man.  “Won’t you, Cyril?”<br/>