Blindfold
The CEO comes from a city a few hours away. Heads up a company of a few hundred employees – not much of a chance to let someone else be in charge, to let down and play. His initial request was for ‘a comforting place to play’, and to explore submission. But when he arrived, he seemed more in need of TLC, so I put him on the table and said if he wanted to come back later to interactive play, we’d come back to some teaching before we got there. That was fine, he said. So onto the table it was. His first session was gentle, relaxing, heart-felt. We were both touched, maybe a little surprised, by his acceptance of sweetness and tenderness.
But today, I offered a fantasy to help him get to a sense of submission. I told him I was going to have my way with him, and let my hands wander, whispering in his ears how much I liked the way he felt and there was nothing he could do about it. “You’re mine, and I intend to enjoy you . . .”
The heat turned right up – his breath quickening, hips beginning to move – and he jumped right in. Added his own words – people are watching, waiting their turn to get at me, calling me a slut, but I can’t get away, I can’t help it . . .calling me a slut . . .
Blindfold over his eyes, silk scarves around his wrists, holding his arms above his head . . . “You’re mine, and I’m going to take you just the way I want you . . . while they watch, you slut . . . look at you . . . you love it don’t you?”
God I love this play! Though I am playing this game for him, there is a great freedom in being this aggressive. Maybe I’m the slut!