He began pulling things out from the suitcase, one at a time, showing them to me - explaining to me what they were, how they were used, and then he'd use it gently on my outstretched arm. After each item he would ask me how I felt about it, have me rate my level of interest in using it, and set it aside.
...maybe it's something I always do, the counting.
Apparently I have a superpower: I can ask for what I want with minimal fear. It's not a super power, really. It might be why I'm well-suited for my job (asking people for large sums of money to fund a charitable organization). Here's the trick: I ask for things people pretty much want to give.… Continue reading The Ask: Kinky Edition
The good girl never wins.
"Aren't there better ways to punish me?" she asked.