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Heather washed him as he’d washed her, and she resisted the urge to spend a lot of time on his cock and balls. She tried to be methodical about it, as he’d been, and thought she pulled it off.
When she finished he wasn’t erect, but wasn’t totally soft, either. He stepped back into the spray and rinsed, and Heather grabbed a sprayer to make sure she was rinsed everywhere. When she followed him out, he held a huge bath sheet, which she allowed him to wrap around her. She put her foot up on one of the benches and dried her legs, then made sure the rest of her was dry. She looked up to see him holding a robe open for her, and she slipped out of the towel and into the most comfortable robe she’d ever put on. It was the perfect weight on her body — just enough to cocoon her and make her feel cozy, and it was incredibly soft. She noted he put one on as well, and realized hers was the right length, and that never happened unless she shopped in the children’s section. Her hands even stuck out at the wrists without her having to bunch the sleeves up.
She finally broke their silence to say, “This fits me.”
He smiled. “I’d hoped it would. I told my seamstress how tall you are, and she worked her magic with it.”
Heather didn’t know what to say, so she just shook her head and told him, “Thank you. That was thoughtful.”
“And yet you shook your head in the negative as you said it. What are you worried about?”
“I don’t know that worried is the right word, it’s just that you aren’t supposed to be trying to seduce me, are you? I’m your best friend’s girlfriend. It’s more than a little surreal, and I feel completely out of my element.”
“I’m not trying to seduce you. I’m trying to make you feel comfortable, and I’m hoping to show how special I think you are. As you said, you’re my best friend’s girlfriend. You mean a lot to him, and thus you mean a lot to me. But now, you and I are figuring our own balance, and whether we’ll have our own relationship. I’m content to let things play out and see what happens. I don’t think a threesome will work long-term because I’m looking for a twenty-four-seven slave, but that doesn’t mean we won’t find some balance between the three of us that involves a lot of feelings all the way around. No matter what happens, youarespecial, and I want to do things to show you how important you are.”
A gentledingsounded through a speaker in the wall, and he said, “That’s the oven shutting off.”
“Good, I’m starving.”
Heather uncorked the wine and poured it while Marcus plated their lasagna, and within moments, they were seated and eating.
Their conversation was casual at first, talking about their days, the mountains they could see out the windows, and nearby trails. About halfway through their meal, Marcus told her, “We need to talk about some of what I’ve planned for tonight. We’ll get the stuff that’ll probably make you the most uncomfortable over with first: I promised you before we left Chattanooga there would be no vaginal sex between us tonight, and I’ll hold to that. That doesn’t rule out anal sex. Normally, an anal virgin would need more prep and training, but you were fairly relaxed when I put the plug in the other night. I think it’s because you aren’t terrified of the pain, but for whatever reason, I think you’ll deal with it okay. So, I have it on the table as a possibility, but the final decision will have to be yours.”
Marcus was pretty big around, but not a whole lot bigger than a giant turd. Logistically speaking, everything should fit without tearing anything. She wasn’t opposed to the idea anymore, but she doubted she’d agree to it tonight. For one thing, shouldn’t her first time be with Kyle? On the other hand, Kyle had been clear the only thing he was uncomfortable with would be her Topping someone besides him.
When she didn’t respond, Marcus said, “That can be decided later. Regardless, you can expect to have a plug in your ass and a dildo in your pussy, and I hope you’ll have more — how did you describe them? Earthshattering orgasms?”
She gave him an uncomfortable half smile, and he continued. “You’ve already given me a blowjob, so I’m assuming that’s on the table tonight, if I choose?”
She nodded, and he took a drink of wine. “What I think we most need to play around with tonight is impact play. That means paddles and floggers, probably a whip. Depending on how you’re doing, possibly the single tail. Have you read about any of those things yet?”
“Some of them were used in the fiction books. I haven’t made it to any of the non-fiction stuff yet.”
“Let me explain the mechanics of how some of it works — the physiological aspects, completely ignoring the emotional bits for the moment. Basically, impact to the ass and thighs creates blood flow and heat to the area, and that can create arousal. The same with the breast area. I’ll be flogging your back as well, so we can see how you react to it. Impact play creates endorphins, which I’m not sure are that important with you, but we need to see how you react before and after the endorphins are released. The most important thing for you to remember is that I’m not going to do anything to cause you physical harm. Nothing I do will damage you in any way. If you feel pain but think it’s a good pain, then just relax and enjoy it. If the pain ever becomes unenjoyable, then you must let me know. How do you let me know?”
“I saymayday.”
He smiled. “Exactly. And remember, tonight you do not need to turn on the part of your brain that senses for injury or damage. When these things, flogging and spanking, are done to people who have what is considered normal sensory values, there can be a great deal of pain for them, but it’s specifically done to avoid injury. People who’ve been together a long time often discard the safeword, and when there is punishment or discipline, it can be quite harsh, with pain that goes beyond the threshold of what the person thinks they’re capable of taking. But even in those cases, there’s no damage or injury when the instruments I’ll be using are wielded correctly. That means I’ll avoid the kidney area and direct impact to the spine. I’ll strike from mid-thigh to about halfway up your ass, and from your shoulders to a few inches above where your rib cage ends. On the front, I’ll strike your breasts, but with gentler instruments.”
“Will you teach me how to use them? How to safely spank and flog Kyle?”
“Yes, but later. Tonight, I want it to be all about sensations, so I’m not going to give you the tutorial of what I’m using ahead of time. Tomorrow morning, we’ll look at all the items used and discuss each in detail. Next week, if you agree, I’d like to bring a female submissive to my home and have you learn to safely wield some of these instruments, but for tonight, I don’t want you thinking, I just want you feeling. Agreed?”
Heather was getting aroused by this talk. Not exactly horny, but she feltsomethingstirring to life. “Sure, agreed, though Kyle will have to sign off on me learning on someone besides him. For tonight, I think you’re saying that since no damage is going to happen, if I safeword it will only be because the pain is above the threshold of what I can take.” And unless he burned her, that wasn’t likely to happen.
Marcus considered that a moment. “Not exactly. If the pain is erotic pain, if it turns you on, then enjoy it. If the pain turns into something that isn’t erotic, so you aren’t horny,thenI want you to safeword. But if the pain is turning you on, even if it’s excruciating pain that makes you scream or cry or gasp for breath, I’d rather you just experience it.” He held her gaze a few seconds and added, “It isn’t about the level of pain you’re feeling, it’s about whether you’re horny or not. Your arousal levels. Does that make sense?”
“If I saymayday, you untie me and everything stops. What if I just need a breather? Or maybe just need reassurance that you aren’t injuring me? It sounds like you intend to see how far you can push me, and to be honest, that makes me a little nervous.”
“If you just need to check in with me then say the wordyellow. I may or may not stop what I’m doing, but I’ll at the very least back off on the intensity so you can talk to me.”
Heather put her fork down. “Well okay then, Mister Marcus, where do you want me?”
He smiled. “We won’t get started for at least another thirty minutes. I’d like to give your food some time to digest. Meanwhile, we need to talk about the books you read. Tell me your impressions about them, and the things you think you learned from them.”
“I learned I’m decidedly not submissive, at least, not in the way any of those three were. In all cases, I identified with the Dom, not the submissive or slave. However, the stories were written so well that I understood why the bottoms felt the way they did, even if I couldn’t identify with them. But, during some of the scenes where the Top was doing something similar to what you’ve done to me, I had a hard time...”
Marcus gave her a good twenty seconds to finish, and when she didn’t, he said, “You like giving up control enough for someone to do something to you, as opposed to you doing something to someone else, but you don’t think you like giving up control enough to be defined as submissive.”
