Choices
“Cable ties, rope or handcuffs?” You have the choice.
“Cable ties” is the shy and quiet response.
“What ever happened to the word Please?” A stern voice sharpens up her focus, knowing very well that manners are important to me.
“Belt, paddle or the palm of my hand?”
“Paddle please, I need it.” Almost a whisper there, almost humble and afraid to admit that.
“Plug, gag or blindfold?” I ask.
“Plug and blindfold, please may I have two, please, I have been very good lately ….”
“Nipple clamps or clothes pegs? Your nipples are very rarely hard enough for my liking”
“Clamps please, please I love them.”
She starts to wriggle in her chair now, the sounds in the restaurant and the traffic noise in the high street in the background blur and fade in her mind as the warmth in her panties grows and develops.
Inventing and being allowed to choose was something new, exciting and very much unexpected. Heady and intoxicating, her mind races away with it all, determined to please and be very focused and compliant.
The thought of all of that was really affecting her, pulse rising, becoming breathless at the notion of the delight to come.
And I have not touched her yet ……