Chapter 27
Mick
Master was living out a romance novel and just didn’t know it.
“Well, I’m sure you can guess I’m going to say there is no right or wrong way to do scenes at a BDSM club.” He raised one eyebrow, making me laugh. “I thought you’d realize that. But to start with, someone like us might get dressed up, I have some leather pants I think you’d like to see me in, and we’d hang out in the lounge so we could people watch.”
Leather pants?
Master would definitely look like a Dom from a naughty book.
What else had he said?
Oh.
“People watch? Like when I go to the coffee shop to watch the models?” That was fun and Master seemed to think so too judging by how relaxed he was. “They might give you inspiration.”
Artists needed lots of inspiration.
“Yougive me inspiration.” Master tugged on my cock just enough to send more shivers through me. “But yes, if I was working on something intimate or erotic that could help.”
It’d be almost like a work trip then.
Work trips weren’t stressful.
“If we timed our visit right, we could watch a scene that you’d like to learn more about or see a demo of a new skill someone was teaching.” Master’s grin said he realized how tempting learning was. “The teacher or Dom might even be so attractive you’d want to watch them twice.”
Ugh.
I crashed into Master, making him laugh. “I don’t want to be a bad doll, Master.”
Some people were just very interesting or pretty or strange…and that meant I had to watch them closely.
“You can’t be a bad doll as long as you stay within the limits we come up with.” Master kissed my head and gave my bottom a nice smack that made me squeak. When he stopped snickering, he made a happy thinking sound. “Limits will look different for everyone. I just need to know what you think would be fun, what you think would upset you, and what you don’t know about yet.”
Hmm.
“What is one limit you would have?” Ugh. He went still. “Not all of them. I just need a frame of reference to start.”
He sighed.
That was good.
“Well, one of my limits would be no one else casually touches my doll no matter how you’re dressed. If I need help with a sceneor to keep you safe or to make you happy that’s different. But I have the final call on touching.” Master sounded very firm on that and it was adorable.
His toy belonged to him and he didn’t have to share if he didn’t want to.
“I think that’s a very reasonable limit.” It was cute too. “I think that’s a good place to start, but I want to add no touching unless I’ve met them before…except to keep me safe. I don’t know what would be unsafe, but that kind of touching is fine.”
I didn’t want to end up broken or dead just because I was stubborn and unreasonable…I’d end up a sad character in a book if I wasn’t careful and Master wanted a happy doll.
Safe dolls were happy dolls.
“See? That wasn’t hard for us to come up with a limit.” Master went quiet and thinky again, but it felt more dangerous than last time. “I have a game we can play.”
Was that supposed to make my stomach wobbly and my dick even harder?
Hmm.
