Spontaneous Combustion

Chapter Two-3

Damn! She was hot!

“Good morning, Sir. I was hoping to see another message from you. The pace here is brisk, but I’m slowly starting to unwind and get into the rhythm of the tour. You certainly know how to get my fantasies running into happy places. But about those n****e ties…Ouch! I have to confess. I put them aside for the trip realizing that they don’t always stay on well and I’d be traveling with some unknown woman. (In fact, the tour company assigned me a roommate who turned out to be a very lovely lady, a librarian. But n****e ties seemed a bit difficult under the circumstances.)

Forgive me, Sir. I failed to mention this sooner, and should have. I will humbly accept the consequences. Blushing and feeling very bad that I disappointed you. I can think of a hundred ways to make it up to you. Like that all fours, legs spread thing for starters. Blushing again.

This grand adventure is a little overwhelming, but I’m loving it…other than my disregard for your stated wishes.

I’ll be thinking of you.”

She was so easy! She fell into unthinking surrender without the thought of pushing back at the man’s implied authority. It wasn’t rational, but what that authority did to her libido made it impossible for her not to fall under his spell. She was back in the old days of her kink when a failure to obey a simple command and paying the painful consequences on her naked ass was about the sexiest thing that she could imagine. It wasn’t long before another message from knighthawk925 appeared in her email.

“I’m having a hard time sleeping. Not sure if it’s the city noise or the dream I was having. I was lying face down over a stack of pillows and you were giving me analingus. I was hard, and you had your fingers wrapped around my c**k and balls. Your tongue was in my ass. Felt amazing! So do you like that, any good at sucking ass? And while we’re at it, were you ever made to wear a butt plug under your clothes in public?”

As she read this, Jeni was hit with a strange combination of revulsion and intense desire. He was pushing way beyond her comfort zone. These things were still negotiable, were they not? She read on…

“You liked my deerskin flogger? It was made to whip my slave’s p***y and thighs. A great warmer-upper before progressing to bigger and better things. I’m looking forward to using it on you. I had a previous slave lying on my table, and connected her ankle cuffs to the outer rings of the suspension bar in the picture attached. Her legs were spread into the air. The position was great for whipping as well as that physical exam. I’ve since made the bar into the hanging lamp I mentioned before, but I could bring it back for use if necessary. The other picture is of the whipping post, also note the beams over head. Perfect for securing a submissive upright on her feet and whipping both front and back – and anything else you can imagine.

I am disappointed about the n****e ties. Not because you saw a need to remove them and go vanilla, rather that you didn’t ask permission, or at least report to me that you removed them and why. You said you can think of a hundred ways to make amends. Give me one and make it good. Another thing, your use of the term Sir. You used it when you told me about the ties. I think you should use it more often, not just when you think you’re in trouble.”

Jeni gulped back another wave of guilt. He assumed so much! And yet, she was lapping up every bit of his simply stated rebuke as if it were s****l candy. To hell with this not being negotiated! The tone of his email had raised her body heat to a new height of arousal. She wanted to come, put her fingers to her crotch, rub her c**t ’til it was raw, and c*m hard!

Damn it! she thought as she gazed at her roommate sleeping in the other bed, not all that soundly.

The best she could do was to lightly finger her p***y until she released enough pent-up energy to allow her body to sleep.

“I was looking in my toy bag and realized I can’t find the collar and cuffs. As you know, I like to see my sub collared and cuffed. I panicked. I’d hate to buy new ones then find the old ones. On the other hand, new sub, new collar. I still have a metal one I made for special occasions. I wonder how you will look in that one. Although I still prefer the look of leather, the metal does make a strong statement.

I’m thinking of you.”

“Hi, Sir. I like calling you Sir, and it feels so natural with you. I was glad to get your email even though I’ve been up since the crack of I don’t know when. I’m not sleeping well – could still be jetlag. I hope you got the pictures of Rouen. Old World, sexy and romantic, so of course I thought of you.

I think I need to explain the anal thing you mentioned when I’m home. Too complicated for emails – at least for this tiny keyboard on my phone.

And yes, you are so right about the ties. As soon as I realized what I’d done, I knew I should have mentioned that they wouldn’t work well on the trip. I actually said that in an email I didn’t get a chance to send. Now I’m sorry you didn’t get it.

Ways to atone for the missing n****e ties? I was thinking of waking you up in the morning, very gently massaging your body all over, then giving you a blow job until you’re hard. You decide how to f**k me – unless you just want to use my mouth. I know that’s not all that kinky, but don’t worry, Sir, there’s more on the way certain to be kinky – and no doubt a bit painful. (wince)

You do realize for all my kink experience you are challenging me with some of these ideas of yours? They certainly keep me turned on – of course, France may be adding to my constant state of arousal. I’d love to write more but I’m falling asleep. Smiling. Oh, by the way, I love the look of your flogger.”

“I don’t recall waking up to a body massage and blowjob – that’s a good start, (getting me hard) but just a start. I need more. Nothing much going on here, the usual politics, crime and explosive stuff all over the world. Glad that France is relatively free of that – at least at the moment. Hope it stays that way.”

“We spent an amazing day at Monet’s gardens in Giverny. Maybe the most beautiful place I’ve ever been, certainly the most spectacular garden.

Don’t think I mentioned that I seem to have gained a companion on this adventure. Celia. A kindred spirit. Fun, open minded and not at all like the rather conventional group we’re traveling with. She’s from a small town on the California coast. We introduced ourselves in a lingerie shop across from our hotel. I secretly wonder if she’s kinky. Probably not, but it wouldn’t surprise me either. Wouldn’t that be an interesting turn of events!

Thoughts were downloading from my muse today, which seems to be especially inspired by this trip and your emails (neither a surprise). Another of the 100 ways to atone, I saw myself crawling across the hardwood floor on hands and knees to retrieve a leash and toys, returning them to you in my teeth (maybe I need to get knee pads for this unless you want your sub with bruised knees). A lovely wicked thought, and one I hope you approve of.

I’ll leave you with that, Sir. I have an early start in the morning.”

“Giverny. Now that’s one I regret not seeing when I was traipsing through France like a gypsy. I should have taken the time. Giverny is a field day for a botanist, although I wasn’t into botany at the time. Maybe someday I’ll get there. Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself, that is the goal. How about the food, the wine? It would be nothing like we have here. At least that is my memory of it.

Hum, toys delivered in the teeth paints a great mental picture. Thanks for the idea. OK, only 98 more ways to make amends. Let’s hear another. BTW, I like my sub naked, collared and on her knees, so I have a nice comfy kneeling pad just for the occasion. No need for bruised knees. Your ass, now that may be a different story.

Enjoy every minute there.”