He paused the tying. I could feel his interest in the question.“Yes,”he said.“But I’ll never be the submissive.” He yanked my arms tight and bound them in place.
“I could get used to being submissive, I guess.”I was used to being somewhat dominant with both men and women, but I couldn’t lie, submitting was more fun.“But only with you, and only during sex. None of this submissive shit outside of sexy time.”
“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”He finished knotting the ropeand stood.“We need a safe word.”
“For what?” I’d heard of those, but I’d never needed one before now.
“For if I go too far. We have rules and boundaries to decide on, but we can do those details later. I won’t take anything too far today. But we do need a safe word.”
“What about halt? It’s perfect ‘cause it’s a very fancy way of saying stop.”
“Halt it is.”He started tying my left leg to the chair, binding it from the calf down. I tried to move my arms while he worked but it was impossible.
“This isn’t normal leather, is it?”
He stopped and stared between my spread legs, licking his lips. “No.” He looked up at me and smiled, then tightenedthe restraint until my leg couldn’t budge.
“Dennis, this is gonna be like last time!”I tried to move and couldn’t. Not my legs, not my arms. Everything was so tight. Not enough to hurt, of course, but enough to get the job done.
“And did you like last time?” he asked, finishing up my other leg.
“I loved it.”
“Then stop whining and shutup.”He stood and kissed me, then stepped back.“You know I would never hurt you, right?”
“Yes.”I eyed him cautiously. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gag.
“Can I?” He smirked when I nodded. It was another thing I’d never considered, but I was instantly turned on by the idea. He went behind me and started to put the gag in my mouth, then paused and came back around.“Tell me if it’s too much again and I’ll stop.”
“How am I supposed to tell you if I’m gagged?”
“Think the safe word and I’ll hear you.”
“Oh, yeah.”I giggled at how quickly I’d forgotten.
“Before I gag you, how do you feel about being slapped?”
“I’m into it.”
“Choked?”he asked.
I scrunched my nose, unsure about that one.“I guess we can try it?”
“We’ll hold off on it,” he decided. “What about degradation?”
“I can take it. I’ll be fine.”
“People say that, but they don’t always mean it.”
“Trust me. I’m an adult. Call me a slut, whore, idiot, I don’t care. Demean me, dehumanize me. Have at it. Like I said, I’m kinda enjoying the submissive thing.”
“Perfect.” His voice was filled with satisfaction as he went behind the chair. “You’re more fun than I expected.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Did you think I was boring before right now? Really, that is so—”A gag was in my mouth before I could finish.
“That’s the end of that conversation.”He tied it snugly from behind.“If you get uncomfortable or I do anything you don’t like, tell me right away. Okay?”He waited for me tonod.“Can you move at all?”I tried and failed. Miserably. I shook my head.“Good. I don’t want you moving.” He tiedthe final rope around my waist, covering every base.
Ifelt so helpless, I was already sopping wet.Ijumped as he tweaked my nipple from behind. He brushed a hand along my chest and came around front, then squeezed my other nipple.
