This is a true account of a lunchtime rendezvous last week with my play partner. We are "friends with benefits" and exploring the wilder side of things together.
"How many times have you cum in a single session?" I asked. Simple question really, but I could tell that the starkness of how it had been asked surprised her. "Can you clarify a single session, because my previous Dom made me cum twelve times in a twelve hour period and an old boyfriend had got me off five times?" I had both my answer and a target, you see I am an A+ personality, goal driven and very competitive, did she think I would now settle for one or two, or was she goading me to take her further than she has been before?
This is how it began, two days before our "lunch date". We had been talking about using restraints and what I planned to do to her, and over the course of the last forty-eight hours the plan had been solidified. I wanted all of her toys laid out within reach, including a paddle, crop, lube, a cup of ice and scissors. I wanted the restraints ready on the bed and a blindfold. I have learned to be very prescriptive, it's all part of the dance, building anticipation and exerting my authority over the situation.