I had been slowly curling my finger to dip the tip of it between her labia, and ever so softly rubbing them into her clitoris, for a couple of minutes when she said "Jim? There's something I've got to tell you, and something I want to ask."
From the tone of her voice, and the way she said it, I immediately knew that whatever it was she had to say and ask, I was going to have to think very carefully before I responded. Putting as much reassurance into my voice as I could, I told her "Go ahead and tell and ask, then."
Even then, it took her another minute or so before she hesitantly told me "Uh, there's something about me you need to know. About when I have sex, I mean. It's, um, kind of different, and I don't know how you'll feel about it."
I managed to sit up enough to give her a kiss on the top of her head before lying back down and answering "Okay, you say it's different. I've been a cab driver a pretty long time, so I don't think you're going to say anything I haven't at least heard about before – but if it helps any, I'll promise to think about what YOU say before I say anything, okay?"
I could feel her relax, at least a little bit, and a moment later she told me "What I've got to tell you is that… well… that I don't really enjoy sex unless… unless…" she paused to release a heavy sigh before continuing "unless the person I'm with is, um, forceful with me."
I gave it a few seconds so she'd know I was keeping my promise to think before speaking before I asked "What do you mean by 'forceful'? Do you mean you like the guy to really pound into you? Or do you mean something else?"
"I mean something else."
"What do you mean, then?"
"What I mean is that I don't really get excited unless… unless I'm… unless he's hurting me when he does it. I don't mean with his cock, but like with his hands – you know, like slapping my butt, and pinching my nipples real hard, or twisting them, and stuff like that. I don't mean like drawing blood, or anything, just… hurting me."
I had to think about what she'd said for a while before I was able to ask her "And what was it you wanted to ask me?"
"I'm not sure if it's just one thing, or two, but there's something I've always wanted to try, but I've never done. I mean, I didn't even trust my ex-boyfriend enough to ask HIM to do it – but I know that I can trust you. First, I want to be tied up; you know, like stretched out so that I can't really move. The second one, I'm not sure if it's something separate, or not, but I… I want somebody to… to command me. I mean, tell me what to do like I was his slave, like, and he was my master, and I had to do anything he told me. So what I want to know is if you'd do those things."
I really had to think about what she'd said and what she was asking, and when I didn't say anything for a couple of minutes, she spoke up again to tell me "I never even told my boyfriend about how I liked it when he'd slap my ass real hard, or how much it used to turn me on when he got really rough with me sometimes. I've never really told anybody that that's the kind of stuff that I like, and fantasize about. I know it's kind of… strange, maybe, so if you don't think it's something you want to do, I'll understand – and I'll still be more than happy to stay here with you, if you want me to, I mean, and suck your cock or let you eat me or fuck me as much as you want. I was just hoping that… that… that I could maybe find out what that other stuff would be like, and finally have somebody that would have sex with me in a way that I really like, too."
I left my hand between her thighs, idly toying with her sex, as I thought. – just as she was stroking and caressing my semi-erect penis, with no more intent of trying to arouse me than I was her.
Admittedly, the idea of having a woman stretched out and pretty much immobile was something that had crossed my mind before, and turned me on more than a little bit. And the idea of a woman that was willing to act as my virtual slave was something that I doubt many men haven't entertained at some point in their lives, and here I was being offered the opportunity to do that very thing. Even the thought of having her willing – even encouraging me – to 'let go' and treat her pretty much any way I wanted to had a certain appeal.
The thing was, I'm not your 'Average Joe', and I couldn't help really THINKING about what she wanted. They were an intriguing set of offers, to be sure; but those were areas of human sexuality and fantasy that I wasn't all that sure I wanted to venture into.
After a few minutes, I moved my hand up to caress her side as I told her "Okay, Jenny, I've thought about it – and decided that I'm willing to at least give it a try."
She gasped, and quickly turned her head to look at me as I went on to say "I'm only going to do it for a couple of reasons. First, because you asked me – as in, it wasn't my idea. Maybe that's a cop-out; I don't know. But it's something that matters to ME. Second, I am not going to do anything that I think would really hurt you: like you said, nothing that draws blood. And to make sure of that, you're going to have a 'safety' word that you can use to let me know if you think things are going too far. If you say it, then I – we! – stop, right then and there, and that's the end of it. Agreed?"
I could see the mixture of relief, surprise, and anticipation in her eyes as she nodded and told me "I didn't mean for it to sound like I wanted you to do anything you weren't comfortable with; I'm sorry if I did. Yes, we stop if things start to go too far for either of us. The safety word is good; how about, um… 'Albuquerque'? I've never been there, and it's different enough that it's not something I'm going to say by accident."
"'Albuquerque' it is, then", I agreed. I opened my mouth and started to tell her that I'd get something we could use to tie her up when I had a sudden thought, and instead asked her "On the 'slave' bit – um, should I just call you Slave, or is there something else that would make it better for you?"
She understood what I was getting at, and surprised me by blushing slightly before answering "Uh, Slave is okay, but calling me names would, um, be better."
With that settled, there was nothing for me to do but tell her "Okay, bitch, now we're going to do things my way! Get your ass up and get over there by that dresser!"
I saw her give a little shiver as she realized that I was starting to do as she wanted, and she quickly got up and went over to my dresser. Once she was there, I forcefully – and profanely – told her which drawer to open up to get out a couple of my ties; then it was over to the closet where she was instructed to get a couple of my older belts. When she got back to the bed, I was standing next to it; when she got close enough, I took the ties and belts before reaching out and slapping her before telling her "That took entirely too fucking long, you cunt! When I tell you to do something, I expect you to get your lazy ass in gear and do it!"
I saw her nipples start to erect in response to the treatment I was giving her, and then told her "Useless cow! On your knees, bitch; I want you to get me hard again with just your mouth – no hands. Let's see if there's anything your useless ass can do worth a shit!"
Her nipples crinkled even more as she quickly moved to kneel in front of me, careful to move her hands behind her back, before she opened her mouth and took my penis into it. She'd started sucking on me as she ran her tongue along the underside of my cock when I slapped her head and told her "I didn't tell you to put your hands behind your back, shithead! Get those hands up in the air, over your head. Straight up! You're gonna by-God learn to do what I tell you!"