Entering BDSM PART 1

My daughter Alex jumps right into her usual inquisition. “Can we see him? I miss him… I bet he misses me too.” She hadn’t seen him since she was four (almost five) years old, but she had adored him.

Alex knows Bernard is important, that he is special. As she used to remind me, “His hands were the first hands to ever hold me, mom. He’s important to me.” I would always feel a pang of guilt when she said that. She always used to ask me when we could see him. My standard answer had been ‘I’m not sure. We’ll have to work something out.’ She would have been devastated if I told her that seeing him again was unlikely, so I always left my answer open-ended, hoping one day she would stop asking.

I answered her from the kitchen, where I was fetching some towels. “I’m not sure, we’ll have to-“ I stop myself before finishing my automated answer. “Actually, I’ll text him and we’ll get the details together. He does miss you.”

“Wait, WHAT?!” She shrieked. “Did you see him?” I did saw him, in a very unexpected way. After being apart so many years I stumbled on the BDSM community of the city and found him again, this time our relationship grew to different waters.

I popped my head back into the dining room, “We ran into each other at lunch the other day.”

“Awesome.” She does a little fist-bump, which is a new gesture for her. “I bet he’ll be surprised at how tall I am now.”

“I bet he will be.” The topic of seeing Alex again was broached over our weekend of shameless indulgence. I wasn’t sure when we’d next have the chance to get the three of us together. My schedule as a Fellow in Maternal Fetal Medicine was demanding. Alex has been so patient with me. Maybe it’s because she’s never known any different, but she’s taken my long work hours in stride. Her father and grandparents have always been there to pick up the slack, but I will probably always regret the time I didn’t have with her, especially during my residency years.

“When you text him, tell him I said hi and that I missed him. Actually, I will text him myself.” I have to roll my eyes at her initiative.

“How are you going to text him when you don’t have his number?”

I hear her open up my laptop, and I assume she’s locating my contacts folder. “Got it. Thanks, mom!” I’m not sure what she’s thanking me for. I didn’t exactly do anything except forget to change the password to my computer.

“Hold up, just give me a minute to warn him that you’re texting him.” So I text my ex best friend from college – now my Dom in this knew life of BDSM that my seven year old kid is going to text him.

Ben. Alex got hold of your number.

Expect a text any minute now.

I don’t get a reply, but I did my duty. I finish getting ready to go, making sure I have my badge when I hear my phone buzz.  

Ha. That’s who that is

Why am I not surprised that she texts with perfect spelling and grammar?

You shouldn’t be

She’s ruthless with that shit. You’ve been warned.

You should probably reeducate yourself with a grammar reference book or something.

I shout down the hallway to Alex, “You work fast.”

“You taught me well.”

I laugh out loud, “I taught you to work fast?”

“You taught me that if I want something, I can’t just sit and wait for it to come to me.”

I grin, since that sounds like something I would say. “Fine. Be nice.”

Alex and I gather our bags and get in the car so I can drop her off at school on the way to work. As we are driving, I see her in the rearview mirror and I’m amused by her concentration. I have to wonder what the hell he is telling her that has her laughing so damn often. I make a mental note to go through the logs on the privacy-invading app I installed on her phone.

As I pull into the drop-off lane at her school, I give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Hey, your phone-“

“I know. It’s already off and stowed in my backpack.”

“Good girl.” I get a shiver when I think about that phrase, Good Girl. I’m going to have to come up with a different phrase than “good girl,” because I instantly hear Bernard’s sexy-as-fuck voice saying it in my head, and I can’t be getting all hot and bothered at the drop-off lane at my kid’s school.

“Love you mom.”

“Love you too. See you tonight.” She gets a ride home from school with her BFF (her term, not mine). Part of me hates that she’s so self-sufficient. I’m proud of her ability to take care of herself, but I wish that it wasn’t a skill she acquired by necessity.

After I pull into my parking space at the hospital, I check my phone and see a few texts from Bernard.

She’s something else

I miss the kid

She misses you, too

I miss you

I bet you do

I miss you too

Keep thinking about what I’m going to do to you

next time I get you alone

You sound kind of like a serial killer

You’re right

I often am

But I’ll bite. What ARE you going to do?

It’s a surprise.

I hate surprises

I think you like them if I’m making you come

True,

Since we’re on the subject of “Orgasms a la Bernard”

I like it

Thought you might.

Quit getting distracted.

My apologies. Back to orgasms

I want you to tie me up again

You like that, huh?

I do

I can keep doing it

No, I want you to do more

More? How so?

Be as descriptive as possible

Are you gonna jerk off to this conversation later?

Only if we make it worthwhile

Challenge accepted

I’ve never known you to back down from one

I want to be tied up

Like really tied up

With those fancy knots

I forget what it’s called

 

Shibari

Mmmmm… Yes… That.

Happy to oblige

Tell me what kind of knots you want

I don’t know all the names of all the knots

That’s okay

How about you describe them

In detail

I hear there are knots you can do

That will tease my clit

I’ll tie it so I can control the teasing

YES… Do that.

Wouldn’t have it any other way

Nor would I

Tell me more

I want you to tie my arms behind me

With some sort of beautiful pattern

That will leave imprints on my skin after the rope is off

Fuck

More

While I’m tied up, I want you to teach me things

Like what, princess?

Teach me how to please you

Jesus fucking Christ

I still didn’t get to suck your cock

I’m going to teach you

Will you teach me with my arms tied up behind me?

Do you know how fucking hot that is?

I do now

Do you like that I won’t be able to use my hands?

I’ll have to do everything with my mouth

Yes

You will

I’ve never sucked a cock with my arms bound

I want to feel helpless

At your mercy

Holy fuck

Keep going

You’ll tell me exactly what to do

And I will, of course, obey

But if I don’t

You’ll have to punish me, won’t you

Disobedience has consequences

Will you spank me?

If the situation warrants a spanking, yes

Will you use your hand?

Or a flogger?

Or a crop?

I have all of those

(Not a surprise)

Will they leave marks?

 Keep telling me about spanking you

I might try and cover myself

So you may need to tie me up when you spank me

I may

Keep going

Have you ever spanked someone OVER the knots?

How do you mean?

Like, so that there are welts left

But only on the exposed areas

So that later, after the imprints are gone

You can still see the pattern

Never tried it

Like a sunburn

I can picture it

I’m not sure if I’m ready for that sort of thing

But it’s just something I thought about

Back to the punishments

Do continue

After I’ve taken my punishment

And I’ve learned my lesson

You’ll tell me I’m a good girl

Fuck

And you’ll tell me that good girls get rewarded

Yes they do

Fuck. Now I really want you to fuck me

I want to fuck you, too

I’m at work for the next 10 hours

So every minute I’m not actually working

I’m going to be picturing you

Driving your massive cock into me

While I beg for you to let me come

I’ll drag it out

Tease the fuck out of you

When you finally give me permission

It will be earth-shattering

And I’ll bring you right over the edge with me

You always do

I love when you come inside of me

But when I suck your cock,

I want you to come on my lips

Fuck

And my chin

And my neck

And my tits

Unless, of course you want me to swallow

Fuck me

I’m like a kid in a fucking toy store

Do you want to cover me with your cum?

Absolutely

Or do you want your cum down my throat?

Fuck

I want that, too

Well, maybe I’ll just have to do it more than once

Seems like a reasonable solution

That settles it.

I’ll have to suck your cock several times

I like that plan

I would hope so

**Okay, hot part of conversation has to come to an end*

I’ve got a patient who is pushing

Baby’s gonna be here soon. Can’t be distracted.

As exciting as Alex’s arrival was

I don’t think it should be a standard

What are you doing tonight?

You

Come over for dinner

Alex is here, and she’d love to see you.

And her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment

I’ll bring dinner

You don’t trust my cooking?

Oh, you cook now?

Yeah right

Bring something meatless.

Alex is a vegetarian now.

Of course she is

I just sent a contact card with my address

Got it

7pm

I’ll be there