It’s the strangest thing. You’d never know it to look at her, but when the mood strikes, it flashes through her eyes, curves just the corners of her mouth a bit and then is gone as quickly as it arrived. But there’s something about the energy coming off her, something that changes from “out and about” to “pay very, very close attention and don’t mess with me.” It’s magic.
I’ve had times where this flash happens just as we get up in the morning. Other times in the middle of lunch, still others after dinner. I’m not sure there’s any logic to it, but if you miss it, you should probably start worrying about what comes later because it also means that you won’t have been able to feed the Domme-beast (in a good way) from then forward.
This isn’t to say that it’s a bad thing. Quite the opposite. It’s amazing. I wish I knew the switch that flipped or the situation that enables it or the things that I say. Of course if I did, you can bet we’d live right there, on that edge, all the time.
Still, no one notices, but I get the look, the glance. I’m on high-alert. Sort of like DEFCON status. Things get really interesting when this bakes all day and lust starts to kick in.