"So," I said, "what else?" "Well, my safeword at the time was 'Rhino."So," I said, "what else?" "Well, my safeword at the time was 'Rhino.'" "And you want to keep it?" "Oh, yeah. I'll never remember a new one if a top gives me one. My memory is lousy." "How many times have you called safeword?" "Twice. Both times for broken teeth." The sensation that I was in far over my head crawled up on me again. I tried to send it away. "Anything else?" I asked. "Not really." "Not really?" I asked. "What about, oh, group scenes, orgasm, fisting, theatre. There's a lot we haven't gone over." She shrugged. "Well, orgasm's not really important to me. I just like to be a good bottom. Group scenes are okay, I guess." "But no enthusiasm." "Not really," she said. "I've done fisting, it's not for me. Theatre's great, though. I LOVE the scene last night with Grell and Debard." "Hmm... That sort of scene would require some setup, I imagine. But you like the extreme whipping?" She nodded. I tapped my pencil lightly on the table and said, "Well, there's only more thing I can think of." A few seconds passed before Ally realized it was her turn to say something. "What's that?" "Why aren't you at my feet like a good little girl?" Her eyes lit up, a big smile crossing her face. She nearly lunged across the table at me, hugging me close, her head against my chest as she slowly fell to her knees, kissing the cloth of my shirt and jeans as she worked her way down to my boots. She stopped there, kneeling. "Come a little closer," I said. She crawled forward a few cents, and I said, "Right there." From my chair I reached a hand down under her throat and held her there. A friend once told me that you can tell everything about a bottom just by grabbing them by the throat. I am in no way a psionic, but I have to agree. With my hand open just below her jaw I could feel every emotion shooting through her, and I could also tell other things, like where she was looking. All that by the tiny tensings of nervousness in her throat. |