Page 23 of Christmas Craving
It was true. John had asked her to marry him after only two months together, but my friend had insisted that they wait to talk about marriage until after the one year mark. She wanted to be sure. They were married soon after their one year dating anniversary and I’d never seen my friend so happy. John was a great guy, and he clearly loved her. But could I have the same thing with Celia?
Only time would tell. But while I was waiting to figure it out, why couldn’t we be together?
“You’re thinking awfully hard over there,” Celia noted, giving my hand a squeeze.
“Maybe you should punish me later,” I teased.
“Don’t tempt me.”
As we walked back, I realized I wanted to learn a little bit more about Celia’s affinity for BDSM. I decided the best plan was just to ask her.
“Tell me more about this Club Surrender you go to,” I said.
She sent me a surprised look. “What do you want to know?”
“Why do you go there? What do you like about that… uh, activity?”
Her expression turned thoughtful. “As a kid, things were… rough. As an adult, it’s felt important for me to be in control. I think that’s why I naturally gravitated towards being a domme. But to be honest, I’ve always been a soft domme.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“I like to help my subs get out of their heads. To leave behind worry or anxiety so they can connect with their bodies and learn how to walk the line between pleasure and pain. But my particular brand of pain is not very intensive.”
“Meaning?”
“I like to give a spanking or play with ice or candle wax. Light flogging or bondage. I don’t like anything that’s hard enough to make people go into full-on subspace. I never whip people orgag them or do anything that will leave a mark for more than a couple of hours.”
“But you don’t get off on it?” I asked, trying to figure out what she got out of it.
“I do, sometimes sexually, but most of the time, it’s the control I like. I get off on it mentally, if that makes sense. I like teaching people about their bodies and how to push their limits. It’s like a stress release for me, I can focus on them and let my mind just shut down from its usual nonstop chatter. But that’s different from some people in the lifestyle.”
“And if we’re together, what happens then?”
“Maybe you’ll come to the club with me sometimes,” she said. “I have some friends there and when they got into serious relationships, they all pretty much stopped having anything sexual in their play sessions, at least sexual for them.”
“I don’t know if I’d like you getting someone off sexually if we were together,” I said honestly. “I’d have to think about that.”
I figured I should get that out of the way. If we were dating exclusively there was no way I’d want my girlfriend to be touching another woman’s pussy or worse yet, eating her out. I mean, if she did that stuff at the club. I still wasn’t really sure.
She nodded. “Everything is negotiable and open for discussion.”
“You know, there are a few things I’ve wanted to try. In the bedroom, I mean.”
Her gaze shot towards me. “Like what?”
I lowered my voice, even though we were the only two people on the street. “I always wanted to try being fully tied up, like laying on my back, wrists and ankles secured to the bed while someone makes me come.”
She knocked her shoulder against mine. “We can arrange that.”
“And now that you’ve mentioned it, wax sounds interesting. I think I read that in a book once.”
Celia pulled me into her arms, giving me a quick kiss. “I’ve got a lot of things we can try, if you trust me.”
“I do,” I said. “For some strange reason, I do.”
“I trust you too,” she said. “Now let’s go home. I want to give you my Christmas present.”
“Is it sex?” I teased.
