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“Thank you,” she answers without hesitation.
I smile to myself. “For the next little while, I’m going to ask you not to talk unless I ask you a question directly or otherwise ask you to speak.”
“Okay.”
My smile widens. It’s been a while since I scened with anyone so inexperienced. The women at the club I visit in the city are all professionals. “That was you speaking out of turn.”
I wait to see if she’s going to speak again, but she doesn’t. Her mouth twists to the side briefly and then she relaxes.
“Good girl. I knew you had it in you to obey.”
Her forehead crinkles at the word, but she doesn’t speak.
I kneel in front of her, so close that my knees touch hers. She leans forward at the sudden contact but doesn’t make a move to touch me.
“I’m going to touch your arms and legs now. Is that okay?”
She nods.
“I’m going to need you to speak your consent aloud for me.”
She laughs. “Speak, don’t speak. Make up your mind.”
“Oh, you think sass is a good idea at a time like this, do you? Would you like me to spank you for that disobedience?”
“Sure.”
I’m grateful for her blindfold now as a wide grin spreads across my face. It’s all I can do not to laugh. I take a deep breath and hold it together. “You like being spanked like a bad girl?”
She shrugs. “It would be a first for me, but it sounds fine. As long as you promise to fuck me afterward.”
“I think we should go back to you not speaking.”
She raises her hand to her lips and mimes zipping them closed.
“And you just lost the use of those.” I pull a second silk tie from my pocket and secure her wrists behind her back.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” she says.
I consider scolding her once again for speaking, but I have a feeling she’s only doing it to get a rise out of me, so I give her the opposite.
I stand and cross the room to the cabinet once more. I promised a small dose of low-key play for our first time down here, but I’m suddenly at a loss. I’m so used to feeling in control, letting my intuition guide my next step in situations like this, but it’s failing me. As I turn to look back at the woman kneeling in the center of the floor, all I can think about is how I can impress her.
That’s the last thing that should be on my mind right now.
I choose a long feather and cross back to where she kneels. I might have to make this a short session and rethink my entire plan for bringing her down here in the future.
I kneel behind her and blow softly on the bare skin of her neck to let her know how close I am. She tenses and then relaxes with a soft sigh. When I touch down on her collarbone with the feather, however, it’s a different story.
She squirms away from me, looking back even though I know she can't see a thing under that blindfold. “You are not going to tickle me.”
I smile. “And what if I do?”
“I thought you were going to beat me or drip hot wax on me or something. I hate being tickled.”
I bring the feather down the back of her bound arm, watching the goosebumps rise with her temper. She shifts further so that she’s on her butt, facing me, mouth twisted into an indignant pout.
“You have your safeword if you want me to stop.”
