Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)
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				Title: <strong>Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 21:19:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YTxbRMzpLmc/TGWZEXa5jqI/AAAAAAAACug/GQLXquZEP9E/s1600/Girls_Beautyful_Girls_Alina_Vacariu_018185_.jpg)</div>Marissa Parker glanced at her husband's profile as he pulled out of the driveway, her heart racing with nervousness.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how this was going to go, and in an effort to be forthcoming, Cyril had shared that he felt the same anxiety with her.<br><br>It was hard to believe that only seven months ago, she had found out that he was regularly seeing another woman, and one he paid at that.&nbsp; He had been insistent that she had the wrong idea, but what about the idea could be wrong?&nbsp; Their money had been slowly disappearing, and then she had found about the escort.&nbsp; Prostitute. Whatever.&nbsp; <br><br>Infuriated and hurt, she had kicked Cyril out and had hired a lawyer to file for divorce.&nbsp; She loved Cyril and had done nothing to warrant his cheating.&nbsp; He had called, trying to explain about his needs, but she hadn't cared.&nbsp; She had cared about nothing but her own pain.<br><br>After a few months, though, she had realized that even with what he had done to her, she loved him.&nbsp; She was hurting, and it was obvious that he was too.&nbsp; So she had agreed to see him. They had met with one another at a park since she hadn't wanted to be alone with him.&nbsp; Cyril had admitted to so much then, and it had overwhelmed her.&nbsp; After that afternoon, she hadn't spoken to her husband again for two weeks, using the time to process the things he had told her.&nbsp; She also went online and started researching, just trying to understand why there was a part of him she couldn't fulfill.&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually, she had met with him again.&nbsp; And then again after that.&nbsp; Each time, angry accusations flew and Cyril was left defending himself. Sometimes, he didn't even do that; he just let her rail against him because it was what she needed in order to cope with his betrayal.&nbsp; And then she'd had no more accusations. The anger had dissipated, and he'd held her as she cried.&nbsp; It was then that her she had started to heal, her heart finally beginning to mend.&nbsp; <br><br>In the end, they had reconciled, but it had come with conditions.&nbsp; One was that he would be honest with her.&nbsp; She couldn't be with him if she didn't trust him.&nbsp; And the other?&nbsp; That was what this trip was about, wasn't it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 05:03:30</strong>
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				Cyril concentrated on the drive.&nbsp; This particular moment felt almost surreal, like something out of a fever dream.&nbsp; There was an edge of excitement, a spark that had long been missing from his time with his wife.&nbsp; But there was also a feeling of impending dread.&nbsp; He could feel the approach of one of those moments that changes everything after.&nbsp; Normally, he briefly considered, one didn't see those coming.&nbsp; Marriage, yes, divorce, yes.&nbsp; <br><br>But not this.&nbsp; <br><br>His driving became relaxed, somewhat.&nbsp; He knew instinctively where he was heading.&nbsp; He could have driven it blindfolded.<br><br>As he and Marissa neared their destination, Cyril felt a familiar change in his manner begin to settle upon him.&nbsp; His shoulders slumped slightly, and he began to hold his head slightly lower, slightly downcast.&nbsp; He felt a familiar tingle of anticipation slide up his back and down to his midsection.<br><br>Being an executive in a large company, Cyril was used to being able to command.&nbsp; Hell, he had even grown to see himself as the CEO of his marriage to Marissa.&nbsp; He did not order her around, no, he wasn't that old-fashioned.&nbsp; But he did have a lot of say in her actions and activities.&nbsp; She didn't come to him for permission, but there was an almost unspoken rule that he was first among the equals of the two of them.&nbsp; He worked, he made a large sum of money.&nbsp; He, to put it another way, definitely wore the pants in the family.<br><br>That probably explained Mistress Bridget.&nbsp; She didn't expect him to command.&nbsp; No, she did the commanding.&nbsp; And she was not an inexpensive outlet for him.<br><br>Of course, he hadn't actually physically cheated on his wife, no.&nbsp; But, that hadn't entered into the initial blowup she had had concerning Mistress Bridget.&nbsp; No, the fact that he was going to her and paying her for services of a sexual nature had been enough to spark a hidden aspect of his wife into action.&nbsp; She became fire and fury, refusing to see or speak to him.&nbsp; For a few months, she held him at bay, quietly preparing to eviscerate him publicly.<br><br>It was almost a relief when she had called him.&nbsp; That relief was short lived, however, when Marissa laid out her conditions.&nbsp; She wanted to meet Mistress Bridget.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 22:44:22</strong>
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				As he drove silently, Marissa wondered what Cyril was thinking about.&nbsp; Was he nervous to see this woman again?&nbsp; Excited?<br><br>The thought of that made her bristle, and she reminded herself that she needed to let go of the jealousy.&nbsp; She had made a decision to try to make this work, and if it was going to, she needed Bridget's help.&nbsp; She didn't know how to be what Cyril needed on her own.<br><br>Her voice was nervous when she started to chatter. "I forgot to tell you, Cyril.&nbsp; Your mother called.&nbsp; She said your cousin Molly had her baby.&nbsp; A boy, apparently.&nbsp; I can buy a gift and put it in the mail if you'd like."&nbsp; She stopped talking, biting down on the corner of her mouth. She was talking just because she couldn't stand the silence.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath, she tried again. "Thank you for agreeing to try this."&nbsp; There.&nbsp; The words sounded stiff and formal, but at least they were sincere.&nbsp; She really did want to try to work out the marriage and felt like learning how to fulfill her husband's needs was the only way to find success.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 04:17:06</strong>
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				Cyril glanced toward Marissa when she mentioned the message from his mother.&nbsp; It had been the way of their marriage.&nbsp; She handled the family stuff for both of them.&nbsp; He had let her, simply because it let him focus on his job.&nbsp; He had enough distractions.&nbsp; He nodded at her, falling into a familiar pattern.&nbsp; "Sure.&nbsp; Maybe one of those Baby Brain things."<br><br>When Marissa thanked him, he gave her an absent nod.&nbsp; He was already focused back on the road before him.&nbsp; "I have to admit that I'm not sure why you want to meet her.&nbsp; But...since that's your condition, I guess I don't really have a choice."<br><br>His voice wasn't quite as even as it would normally have been.&nbsp; He didn't appreciate being forced to take her along with him.&nbsp; He didn't like the thought of his married life intersecting with the life he had with Mistress Bridget.&nbsp; For too long, he had built a wall between them.&nbsp; He needed a place that was away from his normal life, away from the pressures and needs of those around him.&nbsp; With Mistress Bridget, he could just...be.&nbsp; He wasn't a leader, wasn't a husband, wasn't a decision maker.&nbsp; He had no need to decide, only to obey.<br><br>The thought of that made Cyril's groin harden slightly.&nbsp; He refrained from adjusting himself, though it was difficult.<br><br>"Her house is just up here," he said as he turned onto the street where his Mistress lived.&nbsp; He slowed the car, nearing their destination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 17:03:34</strong>
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				He wasn't sure why she wanted to meet Bridget.&nbsp; Of course he wasn't.&nbsp; Contacting the other woman had been Marissa's idea.&nbsp; Cyril didn't know that the women had already met.&nbsp; It had been a week ago.&nbsp; Marissa remembered picking up the phone and dialing the numbers, her mind wondering how many times her husband had done the same in the past.&nbsp; Bridget had been shocked, to say the least, when Marissa had introduced herself.<br><br><em>"I... I'm Cyril Parker's wife.&nbsp; My name is Marissa."<br><br>"How did you get this number?"&nbsp; Marissa remembered so clearly Bridget's tone when she had asked the question.&nbsp; She probably wasn't used to the wives of the men she saw calling her.<br><br>The instinct to hang up had been so strong, the feeling that she'd made a mistake overwhelming.&nbsp; But Marissa hadn't.&nbsp; She'd forged on; she had to for the sake of her marriage.&nbsp; "I've had it for a while.&nbsp; I assume you know that we separated because of... well, you know."&nbsp; God, how many times over the last few months had she been tempted to call the woman and rail into her for being a home wrecker?&nbsp; But she hadn't, of course, instead almost timid about it.&nbsp; No more of that.&nbsp; Cyril clearly wanted and needed something else, and Marissa was determined to be enough for him.&nbsp; "I want to meet you.&nbsp; Please, don't hang up.&nbsp; Just hear me out."&nbsp; Her words had been rushed because she wasn't sure if Bridget would indulge her by listening to her.&nbsp; But she had, and a couple of minutes later, they'd made arrangements to meet at a local park the next afternoon.</em><br><br>She looked up as Cyril pulled into the driveway of a house.&nbsp; An ordinary house in an ordinary neighborhood that looked nothing like Marissa had expected.&nbsp; What, exactly, had she been expecting?&nbsp; A seedy bordello?&nbsp; A neon sign announcing the nature of the business Bridget conducted here?&nbsp; How silly of her.&nbsp; When they'd met the week before, Marissa had been taken aback by how normal Cyril's... <em>friend</em> had seemed.&nbsp; She'd actually been nice.<br><br>When her husband found out that the women had already met, would he be surprised?&nbsp; Angry?&nbsp; To not tell him had been Bridget's suggestion.&nbsp; Marissa was about to put a lot of trust in this woman, and hopefully starting with listened to that bit of advice would not prove to be a mistake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 00:03:25</strong>
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				Bridget put the tea on to brew as she waited.&nbsp; She was dressed for work, which meant that she was in a short leather skirt and a tight leather corset that left little to the imagination.&nbsp; Her breasts threatened to spill over the top, but they never would.&nbsp; Not unless she intended for them to.&nbsp; Her deep red hair was loose and trailed over one shoulder in an effort to keep the richly dyed mass out of the way without having to resort to a hair tie.&nbsp; She knew that Cyril preferred for her to have her hair loose, and she saw no reason to change her appearance simply because he was going to be showing up with his wife in tow.&nbsp; <br><br>The shock of the phone call from Marissa Parker had long faded, but the unease still remained.&nbsp; Usually her clients were careful.&nbsp; Her business arrangements with the men who desired what she had to offer were usually kept in strictest confidence, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Cyril had wanted to get caught.&nbsp; Perhaps not consciously, but somewhere deep down.&nbsp; It was an answer she would have an answer to.&nbsp; He was one of the few clients who she felt she had completely under control; of course they had been seeing each other for longer than most of the others as well.<br><br>She left the simple green kettle to warm as she walked around the house one more time, her bright green eyes taking in every detail as she made sure that nothing was out of place.&nbsp; The upstairs wasn’t nearly as neat as it was downstairs, but that was alright.&nbsp; Clients were never allowed up into her private rooms.&nbsp; The upstairs was her getaway, and it was completely different from the rest of the house.&nbsp; In the end, however, it was the basement that they were truly interested in.<br><br>The heels of her boots clicked on the hard wood floors as she finished her circuit just in time to hear a car pull into the driveway.&nbsp; The teapot chose that moment to shriek and she carefully removed it and filled the more ornate teapot set on the kitchen table.&nbsp; They could wait for a moment if they came straight to the door.&nbsp; If they didn’t she refused to pressure them by standing at the front door waiting. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 05:33:18</strong>
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				Cyril paused for a second, letting the car idle in the driveway for a brief moment.&nbsp; He glanced at Marissa out of the corner of his eye and turned the engine off.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what to say, so he said nothing.&nbsp; He merely opened his door and slid from the driver seat.<br>&nbsp;<br>He idly pulled his suit coat from the backseat and slipped it around his shoulders.&nbsp; He buttoned the two buttons as he looked toward the house.&nbsp; Just standing in front of it was enough to make his skin tingle, to let him feel echoes of past sessions along his nerves.&nbsp; He could feel the part of him that was in control, that commanded those around him, begin to loosen it's hold on him.&nbsp; He felt a slight relaxing of his shoulder blades.<br>&nbsp;<br>That tension, however, slightly returned when he looked toward his wife.&nbsp; The sight of her here, in front of the house of his Mistress, was...too incongruous, actually.&nbsp; It was wrong.&nbsp; He had intended that the two would never meet.&nbsp; Hell, he had never planned on Marissa even learning about Mistress Bridget, but...here she and he were.<br>&nbsp;<br>He turned and walked toward the front door.&nbsp; There was no real reason to delay...and really nothing to say.&nbsp; She had asked for this, insisted on it really.&nbsp; Nothing to do but go through with this.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 19:05:44</strong>
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				Marissa got out of the car, staying seated for a moment and watching Cyril button his coat.&nbsp; Did he always dress so... professionally when he came here?&nbsp; The thought made her feel a little ill, and she wanted to ask him to take her home.&nbsp; This felt like a terrible mistake suddenly, and she wanted to leave.<br><br>But she didn't.&nbsp; Instead, she made herself get out of the car, looking into her husband's eyes.&nbsp; What was he thinking?&nbsp; His face was a mask, and she couldn't read him at all.&nbsp; He also wasn't saying anything.&nbsp; She was silent too.&nbsp; What did a woman say to a man as they stood at the door of his mistress?&nbsp; What was it that Bridget gave him that he had chosen to stray for so many years?&nbsp; The beautiful redhead had tried to explain, that day at the park the week before.&nbsp; But honestly, Marissa still didn't understand.&nbsp; She didn't understand why this woman was more important to Cyril than she was.<br><br>As she had done so often in the past months, she pushed the pain away, compartmentalizing it as best as she could.&nbsp; Straightening her spine, she reminded herself that she was a strong woman and that she was fighting to save her marriage.&nbsp; Her heels clipped against concrete as she walked up the driveway to the porch, and she looked down at herself.&nbsp; She was dressed exactly like Bridget had instructed her, her heels black and strappy.&nbsp; Underneath her pants, she wore thigh-high stockings that Cyril had not yet seen.&nbsp; On top, she had on a shirt that was form-fitting.&nbsp; Nothing about her outward appearance betrayed her; she looked professional and cool.&nbsp; It was only on the inside that she shook like a leaf as she stood next to her husband and pressed the doorbell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 04:09:42</strong>
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				Bridget was just setting the teapot down on the coffee table when the doorbell rang.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but wonder if she should have dressed more casually, but shook the thought from her mind with an annoyed grumble.&nbsp; Marissa wished to understand what he husband found during their time together, and she couldn’t very well show her if she hid who and what she was.&nbsp; The leather corset and tight black jeans were a good compromise, showing less of her body than she normally would have without taking away from the confident and sensual appearance her clients demanded.&nbsp; <br><br>She waited for a moment before opening the door, a smile on her face that didn’t show any of her nervous tension.&nbsp; This was going to blow up in her face, it was just a matter of what the final straw would be for the young woman.&nbsp; <br><br>She noticed Marissa first, and the tension she exuded.&nbsp; She was angry, upset and nervous… but also curious.&nbsp; It was more than she could have hoped for under the circumstances.&nbsp; Cyril on the other hand appeared to be confused and worried.&nbsp; Rightfully so, but she couldn’t very well let him get away with ignoring his proper place, though he probably didn’t even realize that he was.<br><br>She met his eyes and arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow.&nbsp; “Proper greeting, Cyril…” she ordered firmly as she motioned Marissa into the house. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 02:02:36</strong>
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				Cyril had only just taken in the sexy outfit that Bridget had greeted him and his wife in when he was suddenly thrust headlong into a sense of confusion.&nbsp; He froze at the motion and words of Mistress Bridget.&nbsp; He felt a hot flare reach his cheeks.&nbsp; He found himself unable to move for a moment.<br><br>There was no way around it though.&nbsp; This was what he had asked for from her.&nbsp; And what he had agreed to when he brought Marissa here.<br><br><em>This cannot be happening.</em> he thought as he bent down.<br><br>"May this humble and unworthy one enter the home of Mistress Bridget?"<br><br>To end the request, Cyril bent and made a motion as if to kiss the doorstep.&nbsp; He never had had to actually brush his lips across the metal frame, but the motion served the same purpose.&nbsp; He was abasing himself before her...and seeking her permission.&nbsp; He had been denied before...and he hated the thought of waiting on her front doorstep.&nbsp; It was embarrassing.<br><br>Of course, at the same time, Cyril could feel the blood in his body begin to cause his groin to tighten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 22:36:50</strong>
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				When Bridget answered the door, Marissa's eyes widened in shock.&nbsp; This did not look like the same woman she had surreptitiously met for coffee.&nbsp; Where before, the other woman had looked ordinary, now her very essence oozed overt sexuality.&nbsp; She had not understood before how a normal woman commanded men, which Bridget had explained to her as a description of her business, but now she got it; the word <em>mistress</em> fit the woman very well, indeed.<br><br>She waved Marissa into her home even as she demanded a proper greeting from Cyril, and the brunette's mouth curved into a little frown as she wondered what Bridget meant.&nbsp; She stepped into the house, her eyes widening in shock as she watched her husband.&nbsp; What was he <em>doing?</em>&nbsp; She looked out the door, mortified that neighbors that weren't even theirs would see him debasing himself, and immediately she noticed how strategically bushes and trees were planted in Bridget's yard.&nbsp; Only someone who was specifically looking would see what was happening in the doorway.<br><br>Blood flooded to Marissa's cheeks in embarrassment for her husband, and once again the need to flee flooded her, this time almost overwhelming her.&nbsp; What was she doing here?&nbsp; It was sick that Cyril wanted this sort of humiliation to the point that he'd ruined their marriage.&nbsp; Disgusting.<br><br>Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked away from him, unable to meet his eyes or watch him anymore.&nbsp; "I... I'm sorry.&nbsp; I can't do this."&nbsp; She turned, stepping past him and rushing to the driveway, breathing in deep gulps.&nbsp; What had she been thinking to come here?&nbsp; Not knowing would have been better!<br><br>What was she thinking?&nbsp; She was thinking she wanted to save her marriage.&nbsp; She wanted to give Cyril what he needed, to be enough of a woman to hold his interest.&nbsp; She thought back to her meeting with Bridget.&nbsp; <em>I'll only do this if you're committed, Marissa.&nbsp; You won't like what you see sometimes, and it will take you out of your comfort zone.&nbsp; Are you strong enough for this?</em><br><br>She had insisted then that she was and had just proven otherwise.&nbsp; It hit her in that moment that by walking away, she had just given up on their marriage.&nbsp; In her heart of hearts, she knew it was over... and she wasn't willing to do that, not without a fight.&nbsp; Straightening her spine, she turned and walked back toward the house.&nbsp; She couldn't leave anyway; Cyril had the keys to the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 21:18:14</strong>
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				She winced internally at the sight of tears in Marissa’s eyes.&nbsp; Part of her hated the other woman for putting them in the situation they found themselves in, and part of her wanted to punish Cyril for his inability to keep things from going this far.&nbsp; At the end of the day, however, it was her fault.&nbsp; She had chosen to live the life she did, and to sell the fantasy and reality of her dominant nature for profit.&nbsp; She couldn’t well blame someone else for her choices.<br><br>When the woman left she really wasn’t surprised, but she glanced towards Cyril and made a sharp motion with her hand that he was to stay where he was.&nbsp; She was fairly certain that after so long her control of him wouldn’t be broken, even by something as devastating as having his wife run away.&nbsp; She didn’t wait to see if she was correct, but followed Marissa outside far enough to see her stop in the driveway near Cyril’s car.&nbsp; <br><br>She waited, not interrupting.&nbsp; It had to be Marissa’s choice or she’d never be able to truly understand why Cyril needed what Bridget offered.&nbsp; There was a good chance she’d never be able to understand it anyway, but as long as she turned back willingly there was a chance she’d at least listen.&nbsp; It would have to be enough for now, and it was all she’d promised.&nbsp; If she couldn’t handle such a base part of the man she had loved then it was better that she leave now as far as Bridget was concerned.&nbsp; <br><br>She was mildly surprised when Marissa turned back around and started back towards the house, pleasantly so.&nbsp; She had more of a backbone than Marissa would have thought.&nbsp; “If you walk out again this isn’t going to work,” she said not unkindly.&nbsp; “Next time stop and ask him why he’s doing what he is, the answers might surprise you…”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 03:07:55</strong>
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				Marissa stopped as she heard Bridget's voice, looking up to see the redhead outside the doorway, hidden from view of the neighbors by the strategically-planted shrubbery.&nbsp; "Ask him?" she asked a little blankly.&nbsp; Ask him what, exactly?&nbsp; Why he'd chosen a life of debauchery instead of her own love?&nbsp; The fact that Bridget had followed her outside instead of Cyril wasn't lost on her.&nbsp; Did he care so little that he chose to stay with his mistress instead of coming to her?<br><br>Every insecurity she'd had in the last months came back, flooding her with emotion that made her want to scream.&nbsp; Cyril had made choices that hurt her, and he continued to do so even now.&nbsp; They had resolved to put one another first, and he was already rescinding that vow.<br><br>And yet, she knew deep inside of herself that she wasn't being fair.&nbsp; Underneath the emotional layers, when she peeled away the pain, she knew that Cyril wouldn't be here with her if he wasn't trying to prove to her that she was important to him, that she was worth letting into his entire life.&nbsp; And he'd assumed he would have to give this up.&nbsp; He'd been willing to do so.&nbsp; It had been Marissa's idea to contact Bridget.&nbsp; She'd been the one to decide that she needed to understand this and be whatever Cyril needed so that he wouldn't have to seek it from elsewhere again.<br><br>"I've asked a hundred times, and he's not really given me an answer.&nbsp; This has been hard for us," she responded finally, her throat tight around tears she wouldn't allow to fall.&nbsp; "I'm here to get the answer, though.&nbsp; I told you I was strong enough for this because I thought I was, but I'm not as sure now.&nbsp; What's keeping me here is how much I love him.&nbsp; I want my marriage back, Bridget.&nbsp; He's worth it."<br><br>She met the other woman's eyes and stepped forward, wondering if Cyril had heard the conversation between his wife and his mistress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 03:52:13</strong>
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				Cyril had stayed on his knees at the Bridget's motion.&nbsp; Again, the feeling of disbelief that he was in this moment flooded his system as he felt her brush past him to pursue his wife.&nbsp; That fact alone was enough to pitch this whole experience into some surrealistic experience to rival Lewis Carrol's stories.&nbsp; However, the fact that he didn't wake up meant this was all too real and happening. <br><br>His wife and his Mistress were talking to each other, face to face, while he knelt at the doorway that he had crossed many times before.<br><br>He could hear the two of them conversing.&nbsp; It was easy enough to hear their words, yes.&nbsp; Marrisa's words caused a slightly uncomfortable feeling to pass through him.&nbsp; He thought back on the conversations she was speaking of.&nbsp; And while he had answered her questions, he supposed that he hadn't really, truly, given her the full story.&nbsp; He had always been unwilling to look too closely at this...affectation for submissiveness.&nbsp; Especially when it concerned his wife.<br><br>He did regret a few of his words though.&nbsp; Things that might have been...less than truthful.&nbsp; Words spoken in the rush to keep her with him, to salvage their marriage.&nbsp; To keep the oh so important image intact.<br><br>He made his living projecting that stable and collected image.&nbsp; Losing Marissa would have been a troubling and painful aspect to move past.&nbsp; It would have an impact far beyond their marriage.&nbsp; Here though...here he was just a man on his knees.<br><br>He shifted slightly to let his groin adjust to a more comfortable position.&nbsp; However, he stayed on his knees.&nbsp; And waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 00:40:11</strong>
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				Bridget nodded slightly, liking what she heard even if she did think that Marissa was going to have to be less emotional if she really wanted this to work.&nbsp; She trailed the other woman back to the front door, satisfied to see Cyril still kneeling at the threshold where she had left him.&nbsp; When she passed him she ran her fingers through his hair as a reward before she snapped her fingers and motioned for him to rise.&nbsp; <br><br>“You may enter Cyril,” she murmured, her voice once again steel, commanding obedience.&nbsp; <br><br>She would have to be careful to moderate her voice, she realized.&nbsp; It would only make things worse if she used that tone with Marissa.&nbsp; She cast a purposefully casual glance towards Marissa, taking note of her expression before she turned and walked into the living room, sure that Cyril at least would follow.&nbsp; “Have a seat, Marissa,” she said, motioning towards the couch while she took her customary chair.&nbsp; <br><br>She poured tea and held it out towards the other woman, completely ignoring Cyril.&nbsp; She expected him to settle down at her side, kneeling on the floor.&nbsp; He was one of her better clients and had learned patience, though today it would likely be tested.&nbsp; Marissa would be her focus.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but wonder how he’d take not being the center of her attention. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 17:13:12</strong>
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				Marissa's step faltered only a little when she reached the door to see that Cyril had not moved from his position at it.&nbsp; She went past him into the house, her gaze lingering on him even though he did not look back at her, and this time she tried hard to consider why he wanted this.&nbsp; Bridget was right.&nbsp; This had to be more than accepting that Cyril had a perversion and dealing with it.&nbsp; It had to be about Marissa understanding <em>why.</em><br><br>She tried to keep an open mind; judging her husband would do nothing to further her goal of reconciling with him.&nbsp; In the end, it was becoming clearer:&nbsp; she loved him and needed to understand him.&nbsp; He had made decisions that hurt her, yes, but he had also made a decision in the end that she was worth to him giving up his desires.&nbsp; She had to make a commitment to him of the same depth; his happiness was worth her discomfort, and to truly love her husband, she had to understand who he really was.<br><br>Bridget was behind her, and Marissa winced inwardly as she listened to how the other woman spoke to Cyril.&nbsp; <em>Nobody said this was going to be easy, Marissa,</em> she told herself.&nbsp; But a new determination filled her, and she knew she would be able to do this.&nbsp; She <em>wanted</em> to, for her marriage.<br><br>She took a seat at Bridget's request, noting how different the woman's tone was with her.&nbsp; Her words were a command, just as they had been to Cyril, and yet, even within the breadth of a moment, the tone had changed.&nbsp; For Cyril, the command to enter had left no doubt of the expectation of obeyance; for Marissa, the softer tone implied invitation rather than demand.<br><br>Taking a cup of tea, she sipped it, noticing that Cyril was ignored.&nbsp; It was awkward for her, but she said nothing, instead watching with interest his reactions to Bridget's behavior.&nbsp; After all, her lesson had already begun, hadn't it?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 04:22:58</strong>
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				Cyril had followed the pair of women inside, his eyes cast downward.&nbsp; He knew that if he were to raise his eyes and Mistress Bridget were to see that, he would not receive any sort of reward this day.&nbsp; Fail in the most common courtesy toward his Mistress would serve to show how exactly unworthy he was to be in her presence or to even hear a kind word from her.&nbsp; And it was those kind words that he most wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, that and a few other things.<br><br>Cyril immediately moved next to his Mistress's chair and knelt next to it.&nbsp; He kept his head down, though he found himself wanting to look over at his wife.&nbsp; The fact that he could sense her while all of his senses were flooded with the sensations of being in his Mistress's house served to disorient Cyril's world.&nbsp; It almost enough to cause him to call it all off.&nbsp; Utter the words that would end this session immediately.&nbsp; But if he did that, then it would only show he couldn't handle it.<br><br>And he could.&nbsp; Oh, he would show them both that he could.<br><br>Of course, the kneeling position was a little difficult with the hardening cock that Cyril was now very much aware of.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 23:41:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget crossed her legs and sat back, one leg within Cyril’s line of sight, the heel tapping lightly against the chair as she took a sip and forced herself to relax.&nbsp; Tension had no place with a client.&nbsp; She wasn’t paid to be tense and terse with Cyril, no matter what others might believe.&nbsp; She was paid to give him a moment of peace, of security and of pleasure.&nbsp; A moment when he had no power, and yet held the ultimate power to stop everything with one single word. <br><br>She let the silence linger for a long moment, tension building to an almost visible level as she casually sipped her tea and watched Marissa watching Cyril.&nbsp; Part of her was surprised that Marissa had come back, let alone taken a seat and accepted the offer of tea.&nbsp; It was a good sign, she thought.&nbsp; A sign that perhaps she loved her husband enough to at least try.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally she reached over with her free hand and ran her fingers through Cyril’s short hair, her nails lightly scraping along his scalp. It was an affectionate gesture, but one more suited to a pet than a person.&nbsp; It showed ownership, dominance and the acknowledgement she knew he desired all in one.&nbsp; “Why don’t we start with any questions you might have, Marissa?&nbsp; I think you both need a bit of time to adjust to my presence before any… demonstrations.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>23-05-2012, 22:40:17</strong>
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				The tension in the room was palpable, and when Bridget reached and stroked long, manicured fingernails through Cyril's hair, jealousy flared through Marissa, burning in her veins.&nbsp; This reaction, she had expected and done her best to prepare for, the feeling that he was <em>her</em> husband and that this other woman had no right to him.&nbsp; She had spent months dealing with that, and also dealing with the sense of betrayal, the notion that she hadn't been enough for him.&nbsp; And yet, Bridget's hand in his hair brought all of the self-doubt crashing back around her.<br><br>Straightening her spine, Marissa pushed it away, reminding herself that this was her idea.&nbsp; He'd been willing to give this up because she'd been important enough for him to do so, and so she had to get through this.&nbsp; This wasn't about Cyril and Bridget, it was about her learning what her husband's needs were.&nbsp; She'd gone through dealing with all the negative stuff and now she just needed to keep that crap in its neat little compartment.<br><br>She forced her gaze away from Cyril, who did not look at her anyway.&nbsp; She felt a little lost; not knowing what would happen here, she'd assumed the details all wrong.&nbsp; She had thought that this would be more like a counseling session, she supposed.&nbsp; Expected Bridget to sit separately from them and talk her through things.&nbsp; And that wasn't what was happening at all; instead, she felt like she'd walked into the Twilight Zone, a world where nothing made sense.<br><br>"Well," she started, her voice cracking, "I suppose that I do have questions.&nbsp; Can you tell me why Cyril isn't looking up?"&nbsp; There, that one was an easy one to start out with, right?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 21:34:10</strong>
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				She could practically read the play of emotions on Marissa’s face.&nbsp; She was a completely open book, unable to hide the flare of jealousy and anger.&nbsp; Surprisingly, however, she managed to contain those emotions, pushing them back from the surface so that she could think.&nbsp; Bridget felt the first flare of respect for the other woman.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; It wasn’t the question Marissa needed to ask, but it was a start.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <br><br>“Meeting someone’s eyes is a sign of dominance in every culture, though some more than others.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He wants to please me, and so he follows my rules,” she went into more depth, watching Marissa’s reactions closely.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 00:30:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why?" asked Marissa starkly.&nbsp; It pained her, this woman who was a stranger to her telling her that Cyril cared for her pleasure, but she tamped it down.&nbsp; She was here to learn, and if she balked at every step, she'd walk out of here hurting even more, and her marriage would be in tatters once again.&nbsp; She wasn't going to let that happen, she thought determinedly.&nbsp; She was fighting for her marriage, even if it meant that her pride took a big hit.<br><br>She tried again, repeating her question and explaining herself.&nbsp; "Why is your pleasure important to him?&nbsp; Why does he want to submit to you?&nbsp; Does he love you?"&nbsp; Her voice cracked as she asked that, and she glanced in her husband's direction, wondering what was on his mind as she spoke about him like he wasn't there.<br><br>Her chin lifted and she looked into Bridget's eyes.&nbsp; This answer was important, perhaps the most important she'd ever get.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 18:43:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget considered the other woman for a long moment, contemplating the best way to answer her questions.&nbsp; They were questions drawn out of emotion and fear, both things that Bridget understood all too well.&nbsp; She made her living feeding those things, after all.&nbsp; She glanced down at Cyril for a moment and tried to see what Marissa was seeing, but she knew that it was useless.&nbsp; She had never been in Marissa’s shoes and never would be.&nbsp; She did realize in that moment that she wasn’t the one who needed to answer those specific questions, however.&nbsp; <br><br>“Cyril, you may raise your eyes and look at us,” she said finally.&nbsp; She didn’t hesitate to reach out and run her fingers through his hair, her nails scraping across his scalp hard enough to sting.&nbsp; It wasn’t necessarily sexual, though there was a touch of that there of course.&nbsp; It was more about rewarding him for being so still and silent, and about giving him the uncomplicated affection that was part of what he craved from her.<br><br>&nbsp;“I want you to answer Marissa’s questions for me with complete honesty, do you understand?” she asked.&nbsp; She waited until he responded before she sat back and draped her arm across the armrest of her chair, her attention turning once more towards Marissa.&nbsp; She wanted to see the woman’s reactions not only the answers but also to the way Cyril responded to her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 03:53:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cyril was startled slightly by his Mistress's words, but at the same time felt a slight sense of relief.&nbsp; He had been all but biting his tongue to respond to his wife's questions.&nbsp; It was what he was used to doing, after all, responding to questions.&nbsp; When his Mistress's fingernails again moved against his skin and scalp, he felt that familiar electricity dance down his nerves.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, Mistress," he said at first, before raising his eyes.&nbsp; He first raised them toward his wife, then for a moment, let them turn toward Bridget.&nbsp; They didn't remain long on her, however.&nbsp; He turned back toward Marissa.<br><br>"I don't know if there is an easy answer Marissa, for your questions.&nbsp; But, in complete honesty, I...want to please her.&nbsp; And I want her to approve of me.&nbsp; Her approval is hard to get and receiving it..." <br><br>He let his words trail off.&nbsp; "I have a great many pressures day to day.&nbsp; Things I have to concern myself with constantly, save when I come here.&nbsp; Here, I am nothing more than a man."<br><br>He glanced downward.&nbsp; "Well, maybe not even that much."<br><br>He looked back up at Marissa.&nbsp; "As to the last question, I do not think that 'love' is the proper word for it.&nbsp; There is affection, more than a little devotion, sure, lust, yes, but love..."<br><br>He glanced toward his Mistress, then back toward his wife.&nbsp; "I would say no."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 03:35:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marissa frowned as Bridget permitted Cyril to speak.&nbsp; So in this environment, he was not even allowed to speak without her instruction?&nbsp; She tried to reconcile it with the man she knew.&nbsp; Cyril was always in control, both at home and at work.&nbsp; Did he not like that?&nbsp; He was a powerful man; was it something he sought to change in his life?<br><br>She looked at him as he spoke, her emotion written more clearly on her face than she would have liked.&nbsp; His need to have this woman's approval upset Marissa, and she didn't understand.&nbsp; Why was Bridget's pleasure more important than her own?&nbsp; Why hadn't Marissa's happiness come first for him when he chose to come here and cheat on his wife?&nbsp; It hurt her, and she tamped down the pain and anger as she'd done all evening.&nbsp; It wasn't water under the bridge, not by a long shot, but it had already happened, and they could move forward or they could end things.&nbsp; In the end, this was what she wanted, to at least try to save her marriage by understanding Cyril's needs and trying to fill them.<br><br>That he did not love Bridget was only a small comfort.&nbsp; Marissa had thought he loved her, too, and the discovery of Cyril's mistress had spun her world on its axis, making her doubt him in even that fundamental way.&nbsp; But he was here with her, his presence proof in itself that even if he hadn't loved Marissa enough, he at least loved her enough to want to salvage their relationship.<br><br>"Am I too demanding on you?&nbsp; Is that what this is about?"&nbsp; She'd always thought of herself as a pretty laid back wife, but if she needed to ask less of him, that was definitely a starting point she could work with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 07:31:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cyril frowned slightly as he considered her additional questions.&nbsp; He shook his head slightly.&nbsp; "No, it's not that...not that you are too demanding on me.&nbsp; It's more that..."<br><br>He sighed and shifted his legs.&nbsp; He also felt his spine and shoulders begin to straighten slightly.&nbsp; As they did so, he heard his Mistress's body shift in her seat.&nbsp; It instantly caused him to freeze for a moment, then pull back into himself.&nbsp; His eyes fell from Marissa, but came back up after a moment.<br><br>"I am...responsible for a great many people.&nbsp; My leadership and direction influences countless lives.&nbsp; If I waver at any point in time in my professional life, things will...begin to go badly."<br><br>He paused for a moment, but continued after only drawing in another breath.<br><br>"At home, there is also a certain amount of...expectation.&nbsp; We live well and we live well due to how our household is run.&nbsp; And I run our house.&nbsp; Therefore, I must be in control at all times or else you and I will suffer.&nbsp; Which would lead to suffering at work, which would cascade."<br><br>His eyes went down as he finished his words.<br><br>"But here?&nbsp; I can let go...I don't have to worry about anything.&nbsp; I am not responsible for anything, not even myself.&nbsp; Mistress looks after me and tells me what to do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 20:35:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marissa pursed her lips as she listened to Cyril's explanation.&nbsp; So he felt like there was too much pressure on him?&nbsp; She felt guilt eat at her.&nbsp; Had she created this?&nbsp; Had she driven her husband into the arms of another woman, one who didn't rely on him so much?<br><br>She felt like she had cried a lifetime of tears in the past few months, and she was done with that.&nbsp; It was time to move past all of that.&nbsp; She wanted to make it happen, and so did Cyril.&nbsp; He was finally talking to her, making her understand, and that was the first real step they had taken toward healing what had happened between them.&nbsp; She would try to understand, try not to judge.&nbsp; And she would let Bridget teach her to be what Cyril needed.<br><br>"Okay," she nodded.&nbsp; "You want to have someone else be in control sometimes, and you're here, so you must be okay with me in that role."&nbsp; Her eyes met Bridget's intense in their determination.&nbsp; "So, how do I do that?&nbsp; How do I learn to be what my husband needs, what he gets from you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 22:21:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget could see the thoughts behind the other woman’s eyes.&nbsp; She watched the emotions play across her expressive face and said nothing as she came to terms with what Cyril had said.&nbsp; She was both surprised and pleased when determination finally settled across Marissa’s features.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m going to be completely honest with you, probably to the point of appearing rude.&nbsp; I’m not sure that you can.&nbsp; You’re the only one who can decide that.&nbsp; It can’t be an act, not if you want it to work long term.&nbsp; You can’t simply learn the proper formula and follow it, there are too many variables.&nbsp; There has to be some part of you that enjoys the power dynamic as well, the exchange.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Where there’s no stress, only the desire to please the person he’s given himself to.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Communication is going to be key, and Cyril will have to continue being completely honest in every regard.&nbsp; Which Cyril will do…” she glanced at the man.&nbsp; “Won’t you, Cyril?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 02:34:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cyril's head was down as the two women spoke.&nbsp; When his wife's voice turned toward his Mistress with a hint of steel, he nearly raised his head to look at her.&nbsp; But he kept his eyes down, not raising his gaze to her.&nbsp; <br><br>As his Mistress answered, he pondered what exactly she was referring to.&nbsp; He knew that she had ways to make him give himself over to her, that was what she was paid for.&nbsp; But he didn't realize that it was something another could learn.&nbsp; If he had been honest, he would have said that it was Mistress herself that was the stimulus that brought this side out in him.&nbsp; However, if that was what he thought, then why had he agreed to this?&nbsp; Perhaps some part of him had known.<br><br>The question to him brought his eyes up slightly, but not to the level of his Mistress's eyes.&nbsp; He kept his gaze on her body, on the way her legs were crossed.&nbsp; He nodded in response.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, Mistress.&nbsp; Of course, Mistress."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 04:13:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marissa listened to Bridget's words, her lips pursing into a frown.&nbsp; Not an act.&nbsp; She supposed she'd expected to be able to fake herself through this, but maybe that wouldn't be fair to Cyril.&nbsp; He'd been caretaker for as long as she could remember, both at work and at home.&nbsp; And now she'd have to learn not only to take on that role but to relish it?&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she could, although she would try.&nbsp; For him and for their marriage, she would try.<br><br>She watched him carefully as he listened to Bridget's words.&nbsp; He seemed tense, barely looking up when he was addressed.&nbsp; He referred to the other woman as Mistress, and Marissa found herself disliking the moniker immensely.&nbsp; Cyril had never bothered much with nicknames for her, had always just referred to her as Marissa.&nbsp; But she supposed she'd have to see about him calling her something else, something that gave her authority, if she was to take on a new role in his life.&nbsp; But Mistress?&nbsp; No, never that.<br><br>A little nervously, she put her hands in her lap.&nbsp; It was now or never.&nbsp; "So, then," she started, stopping when she heard the trembling in her voice.&nbsp; <em>Be strong, Marissa!</em>&nbsp; She hardened her heart, focusing on the determination she had to save her marriage and the residual anger she had toward Cyril for giving to Bridget what was rightfully hers.&nbsp; "Where do we start.&nbsp; I'm ready to learn the mechanics.&nbsp; And believe me, Bridget, it won't be an act."&nbsp; She looked hard at her husband when she said the words.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 19:09:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget took Marissa at her word, but she noted the unease that she’d expected to find, as well as the completely understandable anger that would take time to fade.&nbsp; The first one she could work around, the second could be a problem, only time would tell.&nbsp; <br><br>“One thing you need to realize.&nbsp; There’s no anger here.&nbsp; What I’m going to teach you should never be used against him, but used for him.&nbsp; Breaking the trust he’s willing to place in you is the worst thing you could possibly do.&nbsp; If you wish to continue past today I will be teaching you every aspect of the relationship you’re going to try to build, much deeper than what he and I share.&nbsp; If you ever discipline him, or use him as a target for your anger when you are being dominant over him this will never work.”<br><br>“I think some ground rules would be the place to start.&nbsp; First, while you’re here you listen to me.&nbsp; If I tell you to stop you stop. If I tell you to leave the room to give each other space I expect you to do so without question.&nbsp; It’s not an attempt on my part to maintain control for controls sake, but to ensure that you both come through today without any fresh scars, physical or otherwise.&nbsp; Can you handle that?” she asked.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 18:46:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marissa listened to Bridget's words, her stern tone.&nbsp; Anger... was it so obvious what she was feeling then?&nbsp; Marissa tried to not be so open about her emotion, but she supposed it shouldn't surprise her that Bridget had picked up on it.&nbsp; After all, this woman made a living studying human emotion and its nuances, at least in a way.<br><br>"I'm trying very hard to not be angry," she admitted in a small voice, her gaze remaining on Cyril.&nbsp; What did he think of any of this?&nbsp; "I love my husband.&nbsp; It's why I'm here.&nbsp; I want to be what he needs, and I want to fulfill him without him needing to turn to someone else.&nbsp; I'll listen to you while I'm here.&nbsp; If I understood him better, he and I wouldn't be where we are, and it seems that you are in a better position than I am to know his needs."&nbsp; God, it stung to make that admission.&nbsp; "I can handle this.&nbsp; Cyril, can you?"<br><br>She hadn't addressed him since she'd been in this house, but she did now.&nbsp; They were here, and their trying this was no longer something abstract.&nbsp; Was he still up for this?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 02:08:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cyril's eyes had fallen slightly down when the two women began talking between themselves.&nbsp; It was not his place to interject or make comments about their discussion.&nbsp; That's not to say that he did not have thoughts about what they were discussing, oh no.&nbsp; It's just that it wasn't important for him to express them.&nbsp; Not now...and most definitely not here.<br><br>However, the brief conversation between them shifted back toward him with his wife's question.&nbsp; He glanced up toward her and met her eyes briefly.&nbsp; He almost held them and felt a familiar...well, not quite disdain or dismissiveness, but something similar, rise up in him at her question.&nbsp; The knowing of where he was, however, served to tamp that emotional response down.<br><br>He nodded to his wife.&nbsp; "Yes, I believe so..."<br><br>He glanced back towards Mistress Bridget, his eyes down.&nbsp; "I believe I can, Mistress.&nbsp; If that would please you, Mistress."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 21:38:28</strong>
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				Bridget hoped that Marissa’s convictions would hold up as her world changed.&nbsp; She seemed to truly want to make things work with her husband, when she wasn’t lost in anger and resentment.&nbsp; In truth Marissa impressed Bridget.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure she would have gone to the trouble to try to save her marriage if their positions had been reversed.&nbsp; <br><br>Bridget smiled slightly down at Cyril, just a hint of approval in her eyes and her voice when she spoke.&nbsp; “It would please me for you to please Marissa, let that be answer enough for now.&nbsp; While you are in my home you will obey me as always, and that includes being honest about your emotions with your wife, do you understand Cyril?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind as she waited a moment for his reaction.<br><br>“Now, let us see what you can handle and what you cannot,” she said to no one in particular.&nbsp; In truth she could have been speaking of both of them.&nbsp; There wasn’t anything easy about the situation, and they would both struggle under her care.&nbsp; <br><br>“Cyril, go prepare yourself in the safe room,” she said.&nbsp; “We will join you momentarily and I expect you to be waiting patiently when we arrive.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marikir</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 05:28:04</strong>
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				Cyril didn't see the approval in his Mistress's eyes when she addressed him.&nbsp; But he did hear it in her voice.&nbsp; Her question brought an immediate nod of his head in understanding.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, Mistress," he said softly in response.&nbsp; <br><br>He would have to be honest, completely honest with Marissa.&nbsp; That...would be tricky.&nbsp; He had built up a wall of deception that hadn't been completely effective, obviously.&nbsp; But the base of that was still there, he had to admit.&nbsp; But now he had to overcome that due to his Mistress's request.&nbsp; <br><br>When Mistress Bridget ordered him to leave, he nodded again.&nbsp; "Yes, Mistress," he said as he rose.&nbsp; He swiftly moved toward the designated safe room.&nbsp; A simple room, away from the main room, it was where Mistress Bridget typically left the items she wished for him to wear during their sessions.&nbsp; Sometimes there was an outfit.&nbsp; Other times, there was nothing.&nbsp; When he slipped into the room, he noticed there was only one thing there.&nbsp; It was a leather torso harness with an O ring in the center of the chest with the straps wrapping around and crossing each other.&nbsp; It was his personal one, having been fitted to him by Mistress Bridget.&nbsp; Mistress Bridget could tighten it, and had, of course, but for him, he had to get into it without undoing anything.<br><br>Cyril quickly stripped, folding his clothing into a neat pile.&nbsp; He set the pile into a basket that was on the floor next to the door.&nbsp; With his hardened cock jutting out, free and unencumbered, he slipped the harness on, around his shoulders and resting on his hips.&nbsp; He let it slip around him, feeling the cold metal settle into it's spot in the middle of his chest.&nbsp; He felt a familiar sensation, a dull throbbing in his hearing, settle over him.&nbsp; <br><br>Without another sound or motion, he knelt on the floor, as close to the center of the room as he could.&nbsp; His legs were folded underneath themselves and his rear.&nbsp; His buttocks rested on the heels of his feet.&nbsp; He kept his head downward, his hands resting on his thighs, palms against skin.&nbsp; He had become more and more accustomed to this position, which had been hard the first few times.&nbsp; Now though...now it was almost second nature.&nbsp; Well, here, it <em>was</em> his nature, to be in this pose.&nbsp; <br><br>He waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kye</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 20:54:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridget let the silence stretch between them once Cyril departed content for the moment to give him enough time to ready himself.&nbsp; In truth she planned to give him more time than she usually would, simply because she knew that he was distracted by Marissa’s presence.&nbsp; <br><br>“The safe room is the only room in the house where any nudity will take place.&nbsp; He is always dressed outside of that room, though his attitude towards me is the same regardless.&nbsp; In that room I will never ask him about his work, or his life.&nbsp; I will never bring up a topic that distracts from his submission to me.&nbsp; It is where he can be nothing more than my submissive, my pet, whatever term you choose to think of would likely be accurate,” Bridget explained.<br><br>“Your presence there will alter it in and of itself, but I will not allow you to take away the safety he finds there.&nbsp; Be aware of that.&nbsp; I am not attempting to make you feel awkward or anger you.&nbsp; I simply want you to understand what is and is not allowed in the safe room.&nbsp; You can ask him questions about what he feels, or what I am doing.&nbsp; You can ask him why, but I would request that you keep judgment out of your tone when you are able to.&nbsp; This is something he needs or he wouldn’t be here paying an exorbitant fee and risking a marriage that he values a great deal.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Assertiveness Training (Kyrsa, Marikir, and Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 21:38:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marissa watched Cyril closely as she waited for him to answer her question.&nbsp; Was he really prepared for this?&nbsp; Was it even something that would be successful, or in the end, was she putting herself through all of this for nothing?&nbsp; She was here now with Bridget, and she knew she was nothing like this woman.&nbsp; Maybe Cyril just needed something Marissa was incapable of providing.<br><br>It was the first misgivings she'd had since walking into this house, at least real ones.&nbsp; Of course, every moment held some doubt, but she'd been so focused on how badly she wanted it to work that she'd not given real consideration to what if it didn't.&nbsp; But she felt like a fish out of water here.&nbsp; Her husband was acting in a way that was foreign to her, not at all like the man she thought she knew.<br><br>She rankled when he responded to her and then turned toward Bridget, almost as if requesting permission or validation.&nbsp; But then she thought about what she'd just been told.&nbsp; She was putting herself in a position where this wasn't going to work, letting resentment eat at her.&nbsp; This had been her idea, but she was closed off to it and not giving it a real chance.&nbsp; And she was going to end up without Cyril in her life if she kept it up.<br><br>He left, and Bridget explained the safe room and its rules to her.&nbsp; And it was a wake up call for Marissa.&nbsp; She needed an attitude adjustment.&nbsp; If she couldn't let go of all of the built up resentment and just do this, she was wasting her time and should just leave.&nbsp; And if she were honest, part of her wanted to.&nbsp; She felt like she'd lost Cyril months ago.&nbsp; But he'd come back, and it was obvious he loved her still.&nbsp; And lord knew how much she loved him, and how much all of this had left her life ripped into shreds.<br><br>She looked into Bridget's eyes when she responded, and there was a new resolve in her tone.&nbsp; "I'm going to keep an open mind in there," she promised, and it was more for her own benefits than this woman's.&nbsp; Bridget's words prepared her.&nbsp; He'd be naked.&nbsp; This was where the sexual things would start.&nbsp; "A marriage he values a great deal...," she murmured, letting her voice trail off.&nbsp; Was it?&nbsp; Had they talked about her before?&nbsp; What had he said?&nbsp; Part of her wanted to ask, but she didn't.&nbsp; No answer was going to be without some pain for her, and she needed to put that behind her.&nbsp; When she walked into that room, she was going to watch and learn, and she was going to try her best to stop focusing on her pain.&nbsp; She stood up.&nbsp; "Okay, let's go."
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