Evelyn allowed Dean to nap for a few hours. She knew it had been a rough night for him and she needed a catnap herself. Feeling refreshed and re-energized, she decided it was time to set the scene for his next training exercise. She slid out of bed and stood beside him, smiling down at his sleeping form before taking care of her morning necessities. Returning to the room, Evelyn found Dean sprawled on his back in the middle of the bed. Perfect. I don't have to try to move him around. She grabbed two cuffs from the dresser and a couple of jars, she began to implement her plan. Moving stealthily, she extended his arms and cuffed his hands to the headboard. She swathed her chest with a light coating of chocolate syrup, making sure her breasts were coated nicely. Then she snagged a blindfold and straddled his chest. Leaning forward, she fastened the blindfold before beginning to lighting scratch his chest with her nails.

"Dean… Oh, Dean." she crooned. The man beneath her began to stretch as he awoke. Suddenly his entire body stiffened. "Dean?" Evelyn touched the side of his face. He didn't move. She walked her fingers to his forehead and felt cold beads of sweat. "Oh, shit!" She yanked the blindfold off.

Dean was sleeping peacefully when he heard the sound of his name being called. It was called again and again. He felt a warm, delightful weight on his chest, Ms. Ruark – Evelyn – is sitting on my chest and she doesn't have any panties on. Dean tried to pull one hand down to caress her thigh. What the hell… Why can't I… I can't see… I can't move. I can smell but I can't move. I can remember but I can't see. I need to see! This is just like HER! Dean felt his legs lock straight. His knees and hips weren't moving. His hands were stuck over his head. And the blindfold wasn't coming off. Why do I smell chocolate?

Evelyn reached for the blindfold but Dean's head was locked down into the pillow. "Dean, I need to reach under your head to…" Evelyn tried to reason with the man but he was having no parts of it. Her voice trembled. "I didn't mean to… It's usually fun. It was too soon." Tears coursed down her cheeks as Evelyn fought to remove the blindfold. "I am so sorry." How could I have been so stupid? After everything he went through with her, the last thing he needed was to wake up unable to see anything!

She leaned over him in an effort to lift his head. "S-s-stop." he stuttered. "Sh-h-he's n-n-not h-h-he-e-e-e-r-r-r-re. G-g-g-got t-t-t-to t-t-t-t-t-try."

"Baby steps. I rushed it." Evelyn explained. "I screwed up and made it worse."

"N-n-n-n-o." He shook as he spoke.

Finally getting the blindfold free, Evelyn looked into Dean's eyes. "My job as your Mistress, your dominant, is to help you heal and grow not make you relive the agony. As she reached across for one of the bindings on his wrists, Dean captured and sucked one of her breasts.

"Chocolate." he groaned. "A delicious treat." Evelyn tried to pull away. Dean muttered, "Talk to me. Prom-ised."

She sighed. "I pushed too fast. Waking a lover or sub with food like syrup or honey, binding to the bed, and a blindfold are all things that help heighten senses and relax the participants. It also builds the relationship because you have are increasing the trust you have in each other." She caressed Dean's cheek and he continued to suckle. "With what you've been through, it wasn't relaxing or fun. I should have remembered that. Blindfolds are a basic toy that we need to keep off-limits for a while. It's what we consider a 'hard line' for you. It's a boundary we can push later, when this nightmare isn't so fresh."

Dean sucked harder before pulling back. "Makes sense. Don't want to give up."

Evelyn looked down at him kindly. "We're not giving up on anything. Modifications." Dean switched to the other breast. "That's right, clean off all the chocolate." she said with a smile. He nodded and licked at her skin. She looked at his wrists. "You yanked on the restraints and your skin is red. I want to put some lotion on them now."

"Put me back." he muttered.

"No. Your skin will be too raw."

Dean looked up at her, his eyes troubled. "I want to beat this. I want to get rid of the memories."

"We will. I promise. I will help you take it slower. This time, I'm going to release your wrists and give you a towel to keep wrapped around the headboard. You will hold on to the ends of the towel until I say you are free to release them."

"I can do that." Evelyn climbed off of Dean and got the salve.

Coming back, she reapplied chocolate syrup to her body and resumed her position on Dean's chest. "I am going to release the first wrist." As she let his wrist go, she rubbed the medicated lotion and talked to Dean. "So the way this usually works, well, in the event that a dom/sub spend the night together, the dom is never restrained. That is a huge no-no. If I were to wake up and you had bound me, I would be furious. If I woke up to some morning lovin', as long as there wasn't penetration, you would be good. Now, as the sub, the dom can decide that while you are sleeping that this is a good time to prepare you or move you into position. When you wake, you are already to 'go'." Having massaged the lotion into his wrist gently, she laid his hand on his chest and freed the second. "Restraining the sub's arms gives the illusion that they are powerless. It also prevents them from using their sense of touch. The dom can also blindfold the sub, cutting off the sense of sight. This means that the sub has to use the senses of hearing and smelling to tell what is going on. They learn to tell where the dom is in the room, what toys are around, to anticipate what may be about to happen based solely on their remaining senses." Both of his wrists were lotioned and resting on his chest. Evelyn wiped her hands on a towel as she smirked down at him. "Imagine the satisfaction…" as she spoke, she leaned forward to wrap the towel through the headboard and lay the ends near his head. "The dom likes challenging the sub. I tell you that you can't touch me. It's going to torment you and you are going to moan, whine and complain. I get to push your boundaries to see how long it takes to get you to that point. For the sub, not being able to see what is happening and not being able to 'escape' heightens the pleasure." Evelyn lifted one of Dean's hands and placed the towel against his palm. He held it tightly. "The 'flight' response kicks in right about the same time the brain registers the first wave of pleasure. The two sides battle and the intensity is off the charts. Well, if the dom does it right…" She shook her head. "I messed up and the 'flight' response won this morning. In time you'll get to the point that waking up in this situation will make up stiff as a board, wondering if what follows will be food-play, a cock ring tantalization that lasts for hours, or if a toy is going to eventually surprise you." Both of Dean's hands grasped the towel tightly. Evelyn smiled. "You seemed to like that idea." Dean nodded slowly. "We'll work up to that. This morning we'll stick with just the loss of touch. No matter what I do to you, you cannot let go of the towel and reach for me. That's the loss of one sense so it's a small step."

Evelyn watched Dean's biceps flex and strain as she kissed, teased, and tantalized his body. She didn't leave an inch untouched. Dean's eyes glistened as he watched her every move. Finally he began to pant. "Please… please… Goddess… I need… I am going to… May I…"

Looking up at him from her position between his knees, Evelyn smiled. "Have you reached your limit?"

"My limit. Yes, yes. I can't take any more. I need… I need to be inside… I have to have… Please, Goddess, may I have you?"

Straddling his waist, Evelyn hovered over his nearly perpendicular shaft. "Romantic couples make love in the morning. Dominate men possess their women and relish in their strength and power. Female doms have to use other means, knowing that their subs have the strength and power to defy at any time." She ran her nails over his chest lightly. His muscles quivered. "See, right now you could toss me over and do what you really want. Instead you are taking everything I give. And I am going to give you a reward for being so good." Touching his crown to her entrance, she whispered her promise. "The longer you hold back, the happier I will be." Dean locked his knees and hips as she slowly impaled herself. Watching sweat bead on his upper lip, she paused momentarily when she bottomed out and then she began a slow and steady rise and fall designed to drive them both to the edge of reason. The muscles in his arms began to bulge and tremble. Her fingers curled into his pectorals. A low groan escaped. She dropped down hard. The sound of fraying material came from the headboard. Evelyn rose and dropped again as the towel tore in two. Dean clutched the two ends against his head. Evelyn tucked her feet under his ass as she wrapped her hands around his. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned forward so her mouth was level with his ear. "Do you feel the power, Dean? Do you want it?" She rocked again. 'Now, Dean. I want to feel it. Now, Dean." Leaning to her side, she encouraged Dean to roll them over. Once he was on top, she kept her grip on his hands as she spoke. "Measured. Easy." He groaned as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Good… Yes… Perfect… Let go now. Now, Dean. NOW!" Dean buried himself inside her with two hard thrusts. His head dropped to her shoulder as if he didn't have the strength to hold it up.

"That's. What. It's. Like? Every. Time?" he panted.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. "Not every time. Some are more special than others." she admitted.

He dropped the shredded towels on the bed. "I think I can take this."

Caressing the back of his head she said quietly, "Slowly. Not so fast." She kissed the tip of his nose. "I pushed too fast once this morning and we were able to correct that mistake. Let's continue to make growth and not move backwards anymore."

Dean laid his forehead against Evelyn's. He felt himself start to slide from her body. "I just want to move past this, grow, and be the best that I can for you."