My breathing was heavy now, waiting for what would come next. I yearned for him to stop teasing me. Finally he stopped kissing my legs, he no doubt co...uld see how wet I was. With one finger he touched my slit, hardly making contact. He began at the top and moved his finger down. He moved back up my slit, but this time with his tongue. I moaned as he licked the outside of my lips. Slowly he pushed his tongue into me, licking upward. His tongue was joined by two of his fingers, holding my lips. And there will be submission and domination, but in a way we both acknowledge and accept is of mutual respect. However deliciously perverse and kinky our pleasures turn out to be when acted out, and there is always the testing and pushing of limits, both our limits, as we are now both here to explore them further.As we walk from our table, you notice the attention you craved before, some of the others in the bar are watching you as you walk past...collared, hands cuffed and your dress open to. I struggle a bit as I try to lock my left wrist to the floor. I know if I accidentally close the padlock outside of the o-ring, I will be punished. I hadn't failed to notice Your collection of floggers, paddles and crops on display, expertly hung on an exquisite piece of shiny mahogany, mounted to the wall behind me. The image in the floor-to-ceiling mirror attached to the opposite wall, reflects these spanking implements right above my round and completely vulnerable derriere, which is thrust. ”“I’m sorry,” said Tim. “Chris told me you were very pretty, but I think she was selling you short.”Isabel bobbed her head awkwardly, clearly on unfamiliar ground. “Thank you.” Then after a pause and taking a deep breath: “She did tell me that black is your favourite colour.”The evening, thought Tim, seemed to be getting off to a good start, but he knew he would have to wait to find out if Isabel’s remark meant what he hoped it did. They had agreed to have dinner at a local restaurant: Chris.