Kaitlyn gets up on the couch in her room on her hands and knees she wiggles her pert little ass to tease, always a tease that peaches. From somewhere she found a flogger and holds it up in both hands as if presenting a gift.
“I’ve been a bad bad girl, Andrea.” She puts on a pout. “I need to be punished for leaving my Lady all alone this weekend.”
Andrea chuckles at first at the display, putting a hand over her mouth as the other holds her elbow up. “God, you’re silly. Where did you find a flogger?”
Kaitlyn sits back on her heels. “A friend,” was all she offered as answer. “Now, come punish me.”
Andrea was still smiling but was shaking her head, “No, Peaches, you don’t know what you’re asking. You have no idea.”
“Of course I do, I just asked it. I want to see what this is like… with you.” the blonde pressed onward, “Just don’t hurt me to bad.”
Andrea was silent and even turned away, her face in her hands she finally asked, “are you sure?”
“Yes”
Andrea turned at that, snapped around on her heels like a Drill Instructor. Peaches was still on her knees, her eyes locked with Andrea’s even after her warning. She was almost defiant. She wanted to experience submission and even pain, but she thought she could trust Andrea.
“You will need a collar.” The older woman instructed.
Kaitlyn smiled as she brought one out from between the couch cushions, “Got one!” She piped almost triumphantly.
“You’ve been planning this.” Andrea stated, not questioned.
“I’ve read all your stuff.” the blonde responded and boldly added, “I want to be all things for you. I want to fill this role.”
Curvy bodied Andrea cupped the young woman’s cheeks in both hands. “Baby, it’s NOT really you.” She tried to gently deny Kaitlyn’s request.
“Let me try!” She boldly argued with a fire in her eyes.
Andrea smiled as she pushed a lock of blonde hair from Peach's face. “Alright then. You need a safe word, something you would not normally say during a scene.”
Kaitlyn perked up and become almost puppy like, her excitement so obvious. “Like what?”
Andrea walked around her, tapping her chin in thought “Backgammon, to long. Turnip, could sound like something else” Finally she spoke “Canoe”
“Canoe?” Kait questioned.
“Yes, you say that and everything stops, no matter what. Play is over, restraints come off. We stop and see to baby.” Andrea kissed her forehead at this, “Because Baby is the most important thing.”
“OK, can we just do it here?” Kaitlyn looked around her room where she had invited Andrea.
“I have a place.” the brunette said. “It has everything we will need. Do you want to go see it?”
Kaitlyn nodded with a wide smile.
They went back in her car to the Achat B&G. The parking lot was still empty but it was a Sunday night. Kaitlyn drove around back as instructed and parked behind the bar next to an old tin building.
“What’s this?” The blonde was confused.
“It’s the old Ice house. Its how you ran a bar before refrigeration.” Andrea explained.
“Sooo, its under ground?” They got out on opposite sides of the car
“Most of it.” Andrea confirmed looking over the roof. “Not reconsidering are you?” she almost sounded hopeful.
“No.” There was that defiance again. “I want to try.”
Andrea had a key and thanks to the light on her phone they made their way into the cellars to find the main switch. The lights came on every ten feet and the stone hallway seemed endless. The ladies heels clicked as they walked together until Andrea stopped at what looked like a not particular looking door. In fact it looked like all the rest. She opened it with a key and gestured the blonde inside with a welcoming movement. Kaitlyn hesitated for just a moment as if to say something, but then stepped inside.
There was an old brass bed with just a mattress centered on one adjacent wall with a St. Andrew’s cross made of cold steel on the other and in the center was what looked like an elaborate saw horse, but upholstered in black vinyl with eye hooks at the bottom of its legs and edge of its platform. Kait looked up into the dark wood ceiling. Eye hooks were there too, and on the wall opposite the door was an old wardrobe cabinet in dark walnut.
“What’s in there?” She asked with a suspicion of what the answer was.
Andrea sauntered forward with her hands behind her back. “Oh, you know… tools and rings and dangly things.” She tickled under Kait’s chin. “Whips and chains that excite me.”
The blonde muse was not daunted. She stepped closer to her would be Mistress. “OK, I’m ready.”
Andrea cut that off. “Not tonight, tonight you read and do the survey.”
“Survey?” Kaitlyn began to protest.
Andrea turned on her, “YES, a survey. What do you like, what you don’t like, what intrigues or entices you. And what is an absolute NO GO.” Andrea waved a finger in her face on that last one. “BDSM is all about trust and communication, Princess,” She pulled Kait by the hips to her and held her close. “Because the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“Ahh,” She hugged closer. “but isn’t that the point?” She said innocently.
Andrea looked to the heavens and shook her head and then pulled her by the hand towards the door, “Let’s go get your laptop and read, silly Peaches.”
