I waited on him hand and foot from the moment he walked in the door.I waited on him hand and foot from the moment he walked in the door. I bathed him, put conditioner on his skin, rubbed his back, served him drinks and stuffed him with hors d'oeuvres. I lit incense. I lit candles all over the house. I turned on exotic music and danced and wriggled (and jiggled) circles around him. I stripped as I wrig- gled, removing everything but my pendants. The wig came off last during the grand finale. When the music finished I prostrated myself at his feet (well, next to the sofa since that was where he was reclining, sultanesque) and asked to beg a favor of him, in the approved slave-like manner. I asked quite seriously to be excused from column two. I offered to let him do anything to me if only we could go on a little more with column one instead. I offered to let him put a ring in my nose--through the nostril or (even more kinky) through the septum. He hasn't done anything that is permanent to mark me as his. Tatoos were on the List, but he didn't make me get one. I offered. I had prepared a long mental list of things he might want to do to me, and as I babbled my way through this list, he sat in complete silence. When I finally ran out of words and faltered to a halt he remained silent. Finally, I told him he could do anything to me that he wanted. Any- thing. Still no response. I really don't know what else I could have said or done. I think I may have irritated him a bit by going on about wanting him to continue "topping." Finally, he told me to stop trying to discuss it, and that Column One would be over on schedule as agreed. I protested that I had been begging abjectly like a good slave should and it wasn't fair to stop me. |