“So you want to ravage each other tonight?” Mrs. AP asked, a deep shiny gleam in her eye as she pounced me.
“Ohhh, that sounds delightful, ” I responded.
“What do you want to do?” She asked, sitting back a little, beaming down at me.
“I want you to flog me and fuck me.” I stated my intentions boldly, not giving myself time to think about how big a step this would be, or how much I would have to let go. I was letting my body and my needs lead me, and I needed to be Hers in ways people outside of BDMS just don’t understand.
She sat up a little more, looking at me quizzically for a moment, before leaning forward and asking “How do you want this to happen? What do you want me to use? This is our negotiation time; I want to make sure I won’t take things too far and hurt you.”
I looked into her eyes and held my voice steady as I said “Use your fingers, use toys, than take the strap-on and fuck me. I trust you. You won’t hurt me.”
“Good, ” She said. “Then go to the bathroom and when you come out I’ll have some tasks for you.”