Letting Go by Letting Go – Chapter III
(m/f,BDSM, cons, romantic)
CHAPTER III.
She was dressed in a black tee, denim shorts and a pair of sandals. She had recently washed and combed her long hair, and the sunlight danced through the openings in the white shutters and off the wisps of hair that fluttered in the breeze from the ceiling fan. She was wearing no makeup, and her face showed the lines and cracks of twenty- five years of bad relationships and careless men. She looked lovely nonetheless, the simplicity of her outfit only making him want her more.
“So what’s this game you’ve got in mind for me?” She trembled slightly in anticipation. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and temples. Paul had always been an attentive and caring lover; he had also been the most inventive. She wondered about his life, how it had been in the years since they had last made love. She wondered about his wife three thousand miles away. He had been so hurt and at the same time so damned understanding when she had dumped him to marry Ford, her second husband. He had cried, then stepped out of the way, allowing Ford to court, marry, abuse, beat and finally divorce her. Paul had always been the trusted long- distance friend, the one in whom she had confided occasionally during the darkest hours of her life in those intervening years. She loved and trusted Paul, but many men had laid their hands on her, and many had ended up being unkind and uncaring.
Victoria was nervous. She hoped it didn’t show, but the idea of letting go of all control nearly panicked her. “Is that a joint I see on the table? Let’s smoke, and you can tell me about this game you have in mind…”
Paul lit the blunt and passed it to her. He liked to watch her attempts to smoke the harsh weed; she inadvertently choked on the smoke whenever she tried to inhale it. She gamely held a small puff of the cloying smoke, then coughed it out. “I’ve never been able to smoke this shit, ” she apologized. He grinned at her and snuffed out the cigarette in a pottery ashtray.
“The game is this, Vic. Today, I am your master and you are my slave. You will do exactly as I tell you to do, without question and without complaint. I own you today. Completely. If you become aroused, it will be because I allow you to.”
She frowned. She figured his plan had something to do with dominance and submission, and she wasn’t sure that she liked the idea.
“Are you going to tie me up and whip me, or what?” She hadn’t yet seen the ropes and toys in the bedroom.
“I am going to bind you, yes. It will be more symbolic than actual, but you will not be able to use your hands….”
She became anxious then. “But I can’t! I mean, I’ve never allowed….” Her voice trailed off.
“Remember that I told you that you’d have one tool of control?” he asked. “That tool of control is your safe word. If you’re enjoying what I’m doing to you, you may say ‘Green.’ I’ll know that you’re enjoying it and push you a little farther. If you say ‘Yellow,’ I’ll know that you’re unsure and that I need to slow down. If you say ‘Red,’ that means ‘you’ve had enough, game over.”
She looked thoughtfully at him. “Have you ever done this before?” He smiled benevolently at her, his eyes shining with fond memory and his growing lust. He began to tell her his fondest bondage experiences, from spanking sweet Nicole’s 18- year old bottom until she came, to the story of Liz and the handcuffs. He embellished a story or two, and told her one that was an outright lie. He watched in fascination as she squirmed on the loveseat. “Let me get this straight… You’re going to tie me up and… do things to me… and I can use the safety words to encourage you, to warn you that I’m uncomfortable, or to make you stop, right?”
“Yes!” he nodded emphatically. “But I also encourage you to trust me and to allow me to help you push your limits. This is about you giving up control so that you can really cum, remember that. Listen, Victoria… have I ever done anything to hurt you in any way?”
“No,” she answered without hesitation. “And I do trust you, but…. I’m scared.”
He thought, “So am I, sweetheart, so am I….”
author:Uncle Squinty