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hould get more exercise.) Finally, thinking of elephants and pianos
and other heavy things, I managed to get on top of him. Instead of
trying to pin him with strength, I simply sat on his chest. He
thrashed around a bit but didn't manage to unseat me as I counted
rapidly to ten. He flashed me another of his infrequent grins at
"ten," and I wondered whether he had lost on purpose or whether he
were simply as gracious in defeat as he was at all other times. Damn,
but I wanted to shake this man's composure. Well, now was my chance.
I sat on his chest a moment longer, staring into his eyes, then stood
up and offered him my hand. I pulled him to his feet and escorted him
to the couch. I sat down and gestured towards my lap. "You know what
to do." He flushed slightly; he had very pale skin that made the
slightest change of color easy to see. I was deliberately not giving
explicit orders. Explicit orders remove all responsibility from a
bottom and enable hir to deny that sie has anything to do with what's
happening to hir. Although I did not know this man very well, I
suspected that accepting responsibility for bottoming would be harder
for him than sim
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