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GT made notes and perused the rest. “Masturbation?”
“I like that.”
He grinned. “I bet you do, baby, but would you like to masturbate in public or on command.”
Her eyes widened. “No, oh, no!” She looked horrified.
He gave her a stern look. “Okay, I’ll take them off the list, but then you’re not allowed to masturbate in private either.”
“What? Why?”
“The next three months, I’m your Bakushi, your dominant. Your pleasure is mine and what you don’t want to share with me you don’t get.”
Sandra grumbled something under her breath which sounded a lot like ‘controlling asshole’ to him.
“What did you say?” GT forced back the shit-eating grin that threatened to overtake his face.
“What if I’ll do it on command but not in public?” Her voice sounded very small.
“Sure, we can compromise. If you’ll tell me when you’ve pleasured yourself.”
“Umm, okay.”
Sensation play was a big surprise to GT. Sandra was interested in everything, even wax play and electro play, as long it didn’t leave long lasting visible marks. Her single limit was biting, and he was okay with that. Although ropes were his tool of choice, GT considered himself a sensual Dominant and he loved sensation play almost as much as Kinbaku.
“I don’t think we’ll have to linger on breath play,” GT said, and Sandra shook her head vehemently. “Breast play on the other hand,” GT teased to loosen the tension and Sandra looked confused for a second before she burst out laughing.
“You’re a bad boy, GT,” she accused, slightly out of breath.
“I have my moments.” He made sure to put up a smug expression.
It turned out neither were interested in humiliation, breast and genital torture, or fetishes. The roleplay page held some of GT’s interest and aside from kidnapping and religious scenes which he liked but Sandra wasn’t interested in, she consented to interrogation, medical, prison, and schoolroom scenes.
To GT’s utter amazement, Sandra had no problems with prescribed clothing, going to bed at a certain time, performing rituals, food restrictions, and mandatory exercises, if the Dom would allow her freedom in planning her days. Apparently, Sandra had way more service sub in her than he expected, but she wasn’t interested in being a slave. That was all right, since GT wasn’t a Master. He much preferred to exercise control on a more limited basis.
GT looked at the time on his watch. Going over the list had gone much faster than he’d expected. He was a bit disappointed she’d put limits on sex, but aside from that, their likes and dislikes aligned nearly perfectly. He could only hope Sandra would be prepared to continue after their three months were over.
Chapter Six
After several weeks together, Sandra started to relax around GT. Their first three scenes hadn't been sexual at all and he had bound her over her clothes. GT was a master with rope, and Sandra enjoyed their play more than she’d expected. The last two times, she'd been naked, but it hadn't been awkward. Although he touched her freely and sometimes intimately, he hadn’t pushed for more, and she was thankful for that. In her experience, sex led to promises and declarations no one meant or intended to keep. Despite her reservations, Sandra was starting to look forward to their time together.
After having Chinese and Italian the first two Wednesdays, Sandra told GT not to bring takeout this week. She went to the Overland Park Farmer's Market instead and got all the ingredients for her favorite dinner. Sandra spent more than half an hour perusing stalls and picking vegetables. She enjoyed the playful banter between the customers and some of the salespeople. Gisela would have been horrified if she knew where her daughter shopped, but in Sandra’s experience, they not only sold the best produce but also had reasonable prices. Later in the kitchen, she realized she hadn’t asked GT about his tastes. Sandra was fretting over her mistakes as GT arrived, his characteristic ten minutes early. He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and said, “Smells good.”
“Thank you,” she said as relief rushed through her. “I made roast beef, with baked new potatoes and green beans.”
His eyes darkened. “I wasn’t talking about the food.”
“Oh.” She giggled, not sure what to say. She went with a diversion. “What kind of bondage do you have planned for tonight?”
The silence stretched, and Sandra held her breath as she waited for him to call her on changing the subject. “Tonight, I want to make art out of you,” GT told Sandra, and she slowly released the air from her lungs. “Kinbaku can be used for a lot of things and often the bindings are functional, but sometimes we use a body as a canvas, and the rope for purely aesthetic reasons. That’s what I’m planning to do tonight.”
They had an amicable meal as they discussed the upcoming game between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Chicago Bears. They both agreed the Chiefs would win, but where Sandra thought their defense was better than the Bears, GT disagreed. “Woman, you only win a game by scoring more than your opponent. With Mahomes as QB, the game is ours. Mitchell Trubisky can’t hold a candle to his performance this year.”
Sandra held up her hands and laughed. “I give up. I agree Mahomes is better than Trubisky.” She rose. “Want dessert?”
“I want you.” The look on his face was hungry, and Sandra looked away and picked imaginary lint from her slacks.
GT cleared his throat. “Are you okay if I take a few pictures tonight?”
