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           Iknowthat’snotwhatyou’vewritten,butit’swhatyouimply.Idon’tknowwhatIcansayordotoeradicatethesefeelings.I’dlikeyoutohavethebestofeverything.IworkexceptionallyhardsoIcanspendmymoneyasIseefit.Icouldbuyyouyourheart’sdesire,Anastasia,andIwantto.Callitredistributionofwealth,ifyouwill.OrsimplyknowthatIwouldnot,couldnoteverthinkofyouinthewayyoudescribed,andI’mangrythat’showyouperceiveyourself.Forsuchabright,witty,beautifulyoungwoman,youhavesomerealself-esteemissues,andIhavehalfamindtomakeanappointmentforyouwithDr.Flynn.

           Iapologizeforfrighteningyou.Ifindthethoughtofinstillingfearinyouabhorrent.DoyoureallythinkI’dletyoutravelinthehold?Iofferedyoumyprivatejet,forheaven’ssake.Yes,itwasajoke,apooroneobviously.However,thefactisthethoughtofyouboundandgaggedturnsmeon(thisisnotajoke—it’strue).Icanlosethecrate—cratesdonothingforme.Iknowyouhaveissueswithgagging—we’vetalkedaboutthat—andif/whenIdogagyou,we’lldiscussit.WhatIthinkyoufailtorealizeisthatinDom/subrelationshipsitisthesubwhohasallthepower.That’syou.I’llrepeatthis—youaretheonewithallthepower.NotI.Intheboathouseyousaidno.Ican’ttouchyouifyousayno—that’swhywehaveanagreement—whatyouwillandwon’tdo.Ifwetrythingsandyoudon’tlikethem,wecanrevisetheagreement.It’suptoyou—notme.