“Yes, please, Mistress.”
My mouth tugs into a smirk. She is exquisite.
“Soft limit, Goblin. Hard limit, Dragon,” I say, it's the first thing that comes to my mind, because I know she likes to read fantasy books. It will be something she can easily remember. “Repeat.”
“Soft limit, Goblin. Hard limit, Dragon,” she says.
“Good,” I say as I take my neckerchief off and fold it into a small band. I lean forward to blindfold her with it, well aware of how close my breasts are to her face.
As I make the second knot, I take in the scent of her hair for a moment. Lavender and vanilla—when I let go, I do so with a soft brush over her cheek. It is the anchor I set for her to return to that earlier state of liberation.
She needs a moment to calm down and sit with the unknown to get accustomed to it.
I lean back and watch her shift, tense, breathe heavier and finally calm down.
Only then do I get up. I walk over to the weekender bag, open it with a loud zip. She is supposed to hear and guess. It is all about the game of anticipation.
I take the leather handcuffs and a flogger from it. I have no equipment here because I never bring anyone here, so I had to plan for every scenario in advance.
I walk back to her and throw everything onto the leather sofa. She flinches from the sounds.
I sit down on the sofa again.
“Arms up.”
She lifts them hesitantly. I let my hands wander carefully around her waist, keeping myself from grasping lower to her wonderfully round arse.
I push her pullover up and throw it onto the floor. “You may take the arms down,” I say, and they shoot down in front of her belly.
“No hiding,” I tell her. “Hands on the thighs. I wish to see you.”
She does so very, very slowly. I see her fists clench.
“Do you remember your safe words?” I ask.
“Yes, I do, Goblin and Dragon, Mistress.”
“Good,” I say, and I take in her naked form. She wears a very basic bra, and I already know what I will get her next.
I take the flogger and caress it over her shoulder, down to her chest. The leather is cold, and she has no idea what I hold in my hand, so she is twitching slightly from the sensation.
I repeat the same movement several times on each shoulder until she relaxes them.
“How does that feel for you?” I ask.
“Unusual, but good,” she says.
“I’m using a flogger. It is made from leather and can be used more softly, like this—“ I brush over her shoulder again. “Or more forcefully, like this—” I slap it a little harsher at her side and ribcage.
She gasps slightly and shifts.
“Does it still feel good?”
“Yes,” she says.
I knew it.
“Stand up,” I say, harsher. And she gets up immediately. Such a pleasure to watch.
