Bdsm Virgin

Part 3.5

As he slowly answered, he circled my inner thigh with his fingers barely grazing my inner folds as he spoke.

"In a Dom/Sub relationship, a true relationship, there is a sort of contract made initially. There are several levels of a D/S relationship. Some are simply for the kink and require a comprehensive contract that spells out hard no's and soft no's. Others..."

He looked at me intently and moved his fingers to the entrance of my folds, circling and slightly rubbing my clit. He was watching my reactions, and my body revealed immediately how aroused I was becoming.

"By a hard no, I mean..."

"Wait! I need to write this down. Or can I record it?"

Jeff looked surprised at my interruption, but the journalist in me stepped in. I saw a small dark cloud pass in his face as he took a deep breath.

"You know, Chance. If, and I mean if, you were my sub, I would not take to you interrupting me. As a matter of fact, I think it is rude for anyone to interrupt another person, regardless of the relationship. But, I will ignore that this time. Yes, you may record this."

His smile was one of patronizing a small child. I was surprised that I did not react strongly to this. But, again, something inside me did not want to disappoint him, and I simply whispered, "I'm sorry."

With my phone recorder in my hand, I waited for him to continue. "Ready?" He slowly began again, not only with his story, but with his ministrations to my sex.

I involuntarily opened my thighs wider and moaned softly watching him. It was a good job that I was able to record what he was saying. There's no way I'd remember his words, but boy I'd remember his touch.

"Anyway..." he continued.

He pushed a finger inside me and moved it around. My thighs opened wider, and I had to struggle to concentrate.

"A hard no is something that the sub absolutely will not consent to no matter what."

He inserted two fingers inside, watching me while I closed my eyes and moaned.

"A soft no is something that is not desired, but could be revisited at another date. Actually, many D/S relationships begin this way. I believe it is important, even if the D/S includes more than kink, like a dating and loving relationship."

He pulled his fingers out.

"Why?" I looked at him to gauge how he responded to my question. I was asking why he stopped, and I believe he knew that, but he pretended he didn't. Somehow, I remembered that LittleKitty had talked about the contract in her interview, but I was more interested in Jeff at the moment.

I looked at him and reached to touch the hand he had used to tease me. His fingers were still wet with my juices. I licked my lips as I said, "Go on, please."

He grinned, "Well, because, out of respect and care, Chance. When a Dom takes a Sub and when a Sub accepts a Dom, there is a tremendous amount of trust that is involved." He placed his fingers in my mouth, I sucked on them gently.

"For the Dom, myself, I never want to cross a line that causes the Sub any non-consensual pain nor trigger something that causes pain. For the Sub, maybe you, it is critical that she communicate what is or is not ok with her.

"How does a Dom know what pleases her if she doesn't say so?" He reached up toward my breasts and tweaked my nipples through the t-shirt.

"For example, do you know about nipple clamps?"

I know I must have been blushing at what he was saying, because as I was sitting there beside him, watching him speak, hearing his words, and feeling aroused from his touch. I could see myself as his Sub. Caught in this fantasy, I don't remember hearing his question.

"Chance? You're blushing."

He moved his hands from my breasts, and let them fall between my thighs resting his fingers on my clit and at my opening, barely stroking. God, I am so wet! I felt a tingle and a throb.

"W-w-w-what? I didn't hear you."

There was no way I was going to let him know what I was thinking. Actually, I wasn't thinking. His touch created such arousal inside me, I wasn't sure I could even speak.

He chuckled. "Where are you?" He smiled gently and teased my clit lightly.

"I asked if you knew about nipple clamps."

I gulped. "Ummm... Yes. I've heard of them." Oh, I've heard of them all right. LittleKitty described them. They sounded barbaric, yet the thought of them on me made me feel excited. My juices seemed to be dripping. Yes, dripping. How else could I describe the feeling of wetness seeping from my folds onto the bed?

Jeff entered me with a finger and subtly moved it in and out.