It’s MOAN DAY Monday – and are we moaning? Well, if you aren’t, you’re most certainly about to be!!!
The Ties That Bind
Striding back to the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of Sambuca, a bucket of ice cubes, a penknife, a piece of ginger, a shot glass, a lighter and some coffee beans. Dumping them all on a tray, he carried the items silently to his room and nudged the door open with his elbow.
His little princess was kneeling at the foot of his bed, arms wrapped behind her as instructed, and her head was dipped towards the floor, but she was not naked. How interesting. “Don’t tell me you’re in a need of a spanking so soon after the theatrics of the carousel, my pet?”
“I couldn’t undo the zip,” she whispered miserably, not daring to look up. He smiled to himself. “Then you should have ripped the thing off from end to end. Disobeying instructions is a very serious business between a Master and a submissive, and you should endeavour to obey each and every command to the letter.”
In truth, he’d known she wouldn’t be able to get out of the dress without his help, and that gave him a reason for what he was about to do next, not that he’d really needed one – but it would certainly help instil a future eagerness for obedience. Bending down and placing both hands around her neck, watching her shudder helplessly beneath him, he whispered, “Stand up.”
She got to her feet so quickly she nearly head-butted him in the process. Grabbing the little red penknife from the tray behind him, he held it out on his open palm in front of her eyes. “Do you trust me?” he murmured softly and knew she would be thinking about the mess Kyle had made of her back.
There was a moment’s pause as she swallowed thickly and then a single, ‘yes,’ managed to leap from her lips.
“Good.” He bent down and used the penknife to slice up the centre of her dress, stopping about an inch short of the juncture between her legs. She sucked in a breath, but otherwise remained as still as a statue, which was just as well, all things considered. “Pick a safe word.”
“A what?” Jenny had a look of utter confusion upon her face.
“You’re not an animal anymore. You’re in my house and you’re a willing submissive. You asked to be fucked and I’m complying with your wishes, on my own terms of course. You need a safe word that can put a stop to any of the proceedings that are about to happen. When things get out of control and you can’t take anymore, you utter your safe word and everything stops. I stop, the scene stops, we pack up for the evening and you go to bed. It’s there to protect you, not me. So pick something you can easily remember.”
Jenny thought for a moment and then gave him an impish grin. How about, ‘Bastard?’
Keep Hopping!
Christina Mandara 
HONEY!!! HAPPY MONTAG!!! Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2015 05:00:07 +0000 To: yboshnyakov@outlook.com
Thanking you, Yuri 🙂
Yep, that seems like the right word to me. Ha!
Bastard. One of my favorite words. Nice pick.
Thank you! I can’t help myself sometimes 😀