I demand her to sit. She lowers obediently in the chair. I tie her wrists and torso in a figure of eight tightly to the stiff wood.
I leave her to her own devices. She struggles briefly and realizes it is futile. I watch in awe then after a few minutes, lower her blindfold so she can see it is me. Her pupils dilate. I can tell she is aroused. I lean closer, and she licks her upper lip.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to discover things about myself. I want to experience things I’ve never experienced. I feel as if I’m living a lie all of these years; a keeper of dirty secrets”.
“Why have you waited for so long?”
“I am not sure Mistress”.
“Do you feel guilty? Are you ashamed?”
She stared at her.
Mistress had verbalized precisely her thoughts and feelings of guilt and shame.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Mistress assured her. “Having and wanting to fulfill these desires isn’t something to be ashamed of. They are a part of you. It is your journey.”
She stared at Mistress and felt her whole body flush. A tingling in her toes as Mistress stood before her or perhaps kneeling all the while had cut off adequate circulation to her feet, though it is irrelevant.
“Are you ready babydoll?”
“Yes,” she said hurriedly as she stared hard.
Mistress stroked her hair utilizing only fingers meanwhile her thumb danced in a circular motion upon babydoll’ s forehead.
“I want to watch you as I have my way with you. I will not hurt you. Your eyes will remain on mine, your hands will remain tied…any questions?”
A sudden shiver jolted her beginning between her legs and up her spine. She squeezed her legs together the slightest bit and licked her lips as she took in a shaky breath, trying not to let Mistress see just how much her words affected her.
“No Mistress”.
“I have three rules.”
“OK.” She nodded excitably.
“We always have a safe word, and you have to promise to use it if it is too much”.
“Yes, Mistress”.
“The safe word is tacos or bananas. No, I like tacos”.
“Yes, Mistress”.
“Great! Let’s begin”.
Her mourning coffee 