She then did the same with my other wrist so that I now stood spread-eagled facing the guy, then removed the thin belt from me. As we talked about her BDSM lifestyle, I had shown a specially interest in a darker more sordid type of ownership she’d developed with one or two special subs, this was a deeper relationship, outside her professional activities, where her ownership was something much more real, taking control of their private lives and having a hold over them to the point where, as she said, she could “really fuck up their lives” if she wished. She was asking him how he felt, or to hold still while undoing a cuff. It was painful, yet a relieve when the stoke did come, but of course I didn’t know if there would be more. I don’t know how long this went on for, but the new batteries had been exhausted before we finished. I think it must have been a Saturday, as I remember I had to arrive about mid-day.
