Carl was on a late shift, so I was sitting at my kitchen table drinking an early evening glass of wine and deep in thought when Yvonne came breezing in through my back door.
'I've ordered those things we were talking about, Debs.' She said brightly. 'And a couple of other things as well.'
'What things?' I asked vaguely, trying to get my brain into gear.
'The things we were on about when I was here before.' She frowned. 'You know.'
'Sorry, I was miles away.' I told her truthfully, of course I knew once I'd got my mind working again. Sex toys were what she meant, sex toys that she'd decided to buy the last time she was here.
'You've not got them already have you?'
'No, sorry Debs.' She made a face, and then grinned mischievously. 'Well, I have got one of them, it came this morning.'
I couldn't help but smile back. As a recently separated woman with rapidly growing frustration she had asked my advice on what vibrators to buy a few days before. That had led to me showing her my collection and then on to us watching each other using a couple of them.
But that wasn't all. Before I could stop her she'd delved into my toy drawer and unearthed a secret that Carl and I had hidden from the world. Carl is a submissive, almost to the point of being an outright masochist, and she found a spanking paddle and nipple clamps, along with one or two other things - including a strap-on dildo that had got her somewhat confused. When I'd explained that Carl liked me to use it on him and not the other way around she asked me why not and so I had to describe his fetish. I can't remember a more embarrassing moment, but Yvonne was non-judgemental and simply accepted what I told her. I also made it clear that I wasn't naturally dominant, far from it; in fact I often wished Carl would at least take the lead from time to time. She took all that without comment except for suggesting that maybe I'd like her to use the dildo on me some time so that I could experience it for myself that way. That idea came as a complete shock, but it triggered a sudden longing in me and in the end we actually did more than that, we used it on each other. When she left that evening she had said that she was going to buy some toys of her own that we both might have some fun with, and they were the ones she was referring to.
'Anyway.' She asked, suddenly serious. 'What were you looking so thoughtful about?'
'Just something Carl was talking about.'
I waved her question away, but Yvonne was having none of it.
'Are you going to tell me, or do I get the thumbscrews out?'
I knew it was no use arguing, she'd simply keep on asking until I gave in. I summoned up my nerve and launched into an explanation.
'You know that Carl likes me to do things to him?' I asked, fully aware that she did. 'You know, things that are a bit kinky?'
She nodded but said nothing.
'Well, one thing he likes me to do before we have sex is to tie him face down on the bed and then paddle his bottom with that leather spanker you found last time. After that he likes me to dribble molten candle wax all over the back of his legs and across his back. That gets him really turned on, enough so that he's ready for me to peg him with that strap-on dildo we used. But you know about that.'
'I didn't know about the tying to the bed bit, or the candle wax for that matter.' She corrected me. 'So what's the problem?'
'He wants to take it further, and I'm not sure I can cope.' I told her.
'So what does he want you to do?'
'He wants to buy a whip and get me to whip him whilst he's tied to the bed.' I answered. 'And he means a proper whip too, no one of those silly toy things, but one that will leave real stripes on his back.'
'Are you not up for that?' She asked. 'I mean, if he's silly enough to want you to hurt him and pain gets him randy, then why not oblige and get a good shag out of it? If he was my partner I'd tan his hide as hard as I could.'
'Well no, to be honest I'm not.' I frowned. 'I'm not really either the dominant or the sadistic sort. I don't get anything out of hurting him, in fact I wish it was the other way around and he was tying me to the bed, although I wouldn't want to go as far as he does.'
The truth is that I wouldn't mind a just little pain sometimes. I find the idea something of a turn on and sometimes I use nipple clamps on myself when I'm playing on my own. I'm more into being made helpless though really, so being tied to the bed is more my thing. I just wish Carl would think of my needs sometimes but he can't seem to understand that I'd like him to dominate me, even if just occasionally.
'If that's the case can't you just tell him to do it to you, and how far you want him to go?' Yvonne asked, looking puzzled.
'No, not really.' I told her. 'It wouldn't work. I want him to be in charge, not me doing it by proxy.'
'No, I can see that.' She frowned, but then brightened suddenly, her eyes sparkling mischievously. 'But if you fancy having wax dripped onto you and having your bottom spanked. I could always oblige. I mean, I don't mind being in control.'
'No Vonnie, I don't think so.' I told her, wondering if she might be serious and getting an unexpected kick from the thought of it. 'Nice of you to offer, but no.'
'Shame, let me know if you change your mind.'
My god, she was being serious!
'Meanwhile, I hope you're in the mood for this.'
I looked across quickly as she spoke, just in time to see her produce a rabbit vibrator from her bag. The moment I saw it I knew what she had in mind and a quick shiver of anticipation shot through me. That was something I was in the mood for, and all thoughts of Carl and his masochistic tendencies went straight out of my head.
'Talk about a rabbit from a hat.' I giggled.
'Yep, and it's been sterilised and batteried up ready to go.' She waved them in front of me. 'What do you say?'
I pretended to be puzzled. 'But we've been there with mine haven't we?'