Me
You mean like Lord Anal Pain
Ben
WTF???
Me
That was my reaction when I thought I had a message from you and it was from the notorious L.A.P.
I hope he doesn't think I'm taking the mickey out of the BDSM scene.
Ben
Haha.
Just be careful with the app. There are a lot of genuine members on here who are looking for something (date, relationship) but there are also a ton of bellends who’ve watched too much bad porn and haven't got a clue.
Me
Noted.
Do you have a BDSM nickname?
Good lord, if this makes me blush then what the fuck am I doing on an app like this one?
Ben
No. I'm not playing a role. I’m me. My submissives tend to call me a term of respect. Some call me master, which, to be honest, is not my favourite, but I usually go with what she wants.
Me
I don't like master. Too… elite.
Ben
What would you call me?
Me
What?
Ben
Imagine it's just us two and you are doing as I tell you to. What would you call me to show me you are mine?
Fuck! I sink lower into the water. There’s that tingling again. Imagining a strong guy above me. His big hand gently squeezing my throat asking me if I'm his good girl….
Me
Sir
My cheeks are burning and it’s not from the steam in the bathroom. I realise that I’ve started to stroke my nipples with my free hand. Flippin’ heck, I'm a second away from sliding my fingers lower. All over some messages with a stranger who is probably pissing himself laughing about my naïve questions.
Ben
Good girl.
Shit. In a panic I drop my mobile onto the soft bathmat next to the tub like it’s a hot potato.
I sink into the warm water, letting it envelop me as I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I reach for the loofah to distract me from the feeling his messages left in me and squeeze some body wash onto it. As I begin to lather up, my mind starts to wander.
His profile did give away that he was tall and what was visible in his picture did hint that he probably works out. In my mind’s eye, he has dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Not light blue, but dark like a sapphire.
A shiver runs down my spine as I recall his words. I'm insane to daydream anything into this given when we literally exchanged our first messages only an hour or so ago. But I can't help it. It’s been so long since a man has paid me any attention. Or at least in a positive way. Maybe I can convince him to teach me. My heart starts beating a bit faster. Yup, because I can do casual sex. That's never going to happen, Miss All or Nothing.
I rinse off the suds from my body and set the loofah aside. Leaning back against the edge of the tub, I let my hands roam over my skin, tracing lazy circles along my thighs before moving higher to cup my breasts. Ben. That's always been one of my favourite names. I picture his strong hands exploring every inch of me with a hunger that matches my own. My nipples harden at the thought as I gently pinch them between my fingers. My hand continues its journey downward, gliding over my stomach until I get to my mound. I part my legs slightly and let out a soft moan as I make contact with my already swollen clit.
I start off slow, teasing myself with light strokes before applying more pressure. The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I need this. As I continue to circle my clit with one hand, the other one moves lower until it finds its way inside me. I let out a gasp as I push two fingers in, my walls clenching around them.
"Sir," I whisper and that's all it takes to push me over the edge. I let out a soft moan, sapphire eyes still looking down at me. It’s been a while since these eyes invaded my thoughts.
The room slowly comes back into focus. Smutty is staring at me in a very disapproving way.
"Wow," I whisper. Maybe that idea of being a submissive does appeal to me more than I thought.
"Don't you judge me," I point at Smutty, "I’ve seen you lick your own balls, Mister."
