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Luisa lifted her eyes to give me a serious look. “I don’t mind a little dirty talk or humiliation in here or in the bedroom, but I absolutely will not tolerate it in real life.”
I had a feeling there was another story there. “Got it.”
“I do like to be ordered around,” she said coyly. “And I also like to be a brat.”
“Really?” I asked in mock surprise. “I would never have guessed that about you.”
One side of her mouth quirked up, but she didn’t respond. My mind flashed back to a conversation I’d had with Zelda last week when she’d asked about my lessons.
***
“You know, you can have fun with BDSM,” Zelda said. “It doesn’t have to be serious. When I saw you on stage the other night you looked like you were studying for your SATs or something.”
“How is BDSM not serious?” I asked curiously.
“Some people do take it super seriously,” she explained. “But for a lot of people, it’s about fun. Teasing. Arousing. Especially when it’s with someone you care about, like me and Mariah. We’re often laughing or joking around during a scene. It’s different with every couple, of course, you just have to figure out what resonates for both you and your partner. BDSM is about give and take, the exchange of power and control, but also learning what the other person needs. Sometimes what they need is to laugh.”
***
It gave me an idea.
“Undress,” I told Luisa. “Take everything off.”
She pushed gracefully to her feet and pulled her white dress over her head, revealing a lacy white bra and a tiny pair of lace panties which she made quick work of removing. My mouth started watering.
If Luisa felt vulnerable standing there naked while I remained fully clothed, she gave no indication of it.
“Put your hands on your head,” I instructed, deciding to just follow my instincts about what felt good for both of us tonight.
I walked around her slowly, enjoying the sight of her smooth skin and lush curves. When I reached her back, I trailed my fingers lightly over the curves of her butt and up her sides. When I reached her ribs, she giggled.
“Are you ticklish?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
When she wiggled a little, I brought my hand down firmly against her ass. “Be still.”
I went back to tickling her softly. She giggled again, the sound doing something funny to me.
“Behave,” I said firmly.
“I’m trying.”
I smacked her ass again. “How do you address me, girl?”
She straightened up and I noticed that the more I embraced my dominatrix side, the more submissive she became. I kind of loved that.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Her voice was contrite.
“Lean over the arm of the couch. Place your hands on the cushions.”
When she hesitated, I gave her another tap on the ass. “What was that?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She hurried over to the couch, and when she leaned over the arm, her heavy breasts rocked back and forth. I pressed my thighs together for a second before going to the cabinets to find a spanking implement. I could use my hand, of course, but I was dying to try one of the toys we’d learned about during our lessons.
Finding a black leather paddle with heart cut-outs, I smacked it against my palm a few times to test its weight, then moved back to where Luisa was waiting for me, her eyes following my every move.
