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the check mark next to it.  Now this one I can t figure out why it s in here  genital sex. He
writes on the check mark.  I m not even asking you, we re having sex involving our genitals.
 Oh. Yes. I approve. Over and over and over.
And over.
Daily.
 Given away to another Dom temporarily and permanent. He snorts and crosses them
off the list.
 How about hairbrush spankings?
I nod, blush, look down.  Yeah.
He purrs and slaps my butt.  Hair pulling.
 Yours or mine?
 Yours.
 Oh. I shake my head.  I don t think so & 
 Hand jobs, giving and receiving. He s already put in a check mark, looking at me for
confirmation.
 Yep. I peek over.  No harems, though. Harnessing sounds okay, but I m a picky eater.
People let other people choose their food? Weird.
He puts in the check marks and the x marks.  What about choosing clothes? Provided I
let you wear them.
I m too busy blushing to pay attention to the fact I m nodding.
 Head  covered under cock-worshiping. Homage with tongue  covered under boot-
licking. Hoods, also covered. Hot oils! On genitals.
 We re heading into that burny place again. I haven t laughed so hard ever.
He snorts.  I m putting a check on this one. There s some interesting oils.
 Interesting. Okay. I look again, leg sliding along Richmond s.  Boys don t hot wax.
We ve gone over housework and human puppies and humiliation. Hypnotism? For real?
Richmond shrugs.  This covers everything.
 Okay. No hypnotizing. I ll just be good. Mostly.
 Ice cubes?
 They re nice and cold.
 And they make excellent plugs, even if they do melt. He puts a check mark by it.
 Immobilization.
 That s different than heavy bondage? Or the one underneath it? The intricate rope
bondage? This stuff is complicated.
 No, we can throw it altogether and I ll just put a yes on anything to do with bondage.
Richmond chuckles and puts a check on the next one.  Interrogations. Like this one. Oh,
kidnapping. Would you like to be kidnapped and have me rescue you?
If I laugh any harder, I m going to hurt myself.  My hero!
 I would you know. If it happened. He puts a check mark there, his look daring me to
protest.  Kneeling. He hums, the sound just luscious.  On your knees boy.
Oh.  I love that sound.
He puts a check mark there, his look beginning to smolder.  Knife play can fit under
cutting. Leather clothing, I think that s a given. Leather restraints we ve already covered. Oh!
Lectures for misbehavior!
 You ll do that anyway and I m going to be good.
He laughs and jostles my plug again.  Licking  non-sexual. Now where s the fun in
that?
My moan is loud, my ass clenching around the plug.  N & none. No lingerie  it s silly.
Massage is good. I like touching.
 Medical scenes, modeling, mouth bits and mummification. He winks.  One of these
things is not like the others & 
I shake my head.  Who thinks this stuff up?
 Yes for the pictures, no for everything else? And don t make fun.
 Sorry, it s just so different than I thought. I have to swallow the urge to say  yes, sir .
It seems too easy, scary-easy.
 What did you think it would be like?
 I don t know that I did, really. I didn t know there were so many choices, that there was
so much.
 There are as many things as there are people to think them up. Who knows, maybe
before we re done you and I will have added to this list.
That makes me smile, dare to dip my head and take one of his nipples in my mouth,
licking at it.
He purrs for me.  That s not new.
 Sometimes the tried and true is the best. I nip a little, take the hard bit of flesh in my
teeth and tug.
He groans, hand coming up to hold my head in place.  I didn t say you could do that.
No. No, he didn t. I do it again, ending the bite with good, hard suction, hoping I m doing
it right. His fingers dig into my scalp, a low moan coming from him.  I think it s time to explore
that cock worship thing & 
Oh. Okay. Yeah. God, I want. I rub up against him, purring around his nipple, wrists
twisting in their bonds. He lets my head go and stretches his own hands up above his head, like
he s offering his body to me. I manage to shift until I m straddling him, lips moving over his
skin, licking and nipping and tasting. Teasing.
 Mmm, that s right, Nat. Show me what you can do.
He s sort of seen all of my repertoire, but I hadn t been at the top of my class for nothing
and I ve researched and it s easier now, less overwhelming, more equal.
He s still got his hands up over his head, body stretched for me. I explore his arms, his
neck, his chest, lingering at the places that make him moan. My belly is rubbing his cock, so hot,
so hard. I hope he likes it because I can t figure out how to get my head down there without
impaling myself or giving myself a black eye.
He seems to have figured that out though because he grabs me around the waist and
moves me down so my head is resting on his belly, the scent of the drops on his cock strong,
male. I moan and the noise sounds so raw, so slutty, obscene, but I make it anyway, tongue
sliding out to lick and lap. Oh. Oh, yeah.
 Oh fuck. Yes. His hips push up, taking me with them and his hands drop to my head,
fingers wrapping in my hair. I groan, legs curling under me, plugged ass in the air. My hips are
moving with his, in time with the pressure in my mouth.
He s growling, moving, pushing into my mouth.  Sexy slut, he mutters, and I can hear
the pleasure in his words.
I blush, whimper around his cock, but I don t argue. I can t. I want it. I came to him and
begged for this, begged to be his. His cock is huge in my mouth and he s moving faster now,
more insistently, thick head bumping the back of my throat. My thighs are spread, ass clenching [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]