April 02, 2011
A Taste of a W(h)ip...
I'm playing right now. Cat's cradle of words. Dips in the white kitchen string as I pull each line tight. I'm playing with a story I've been working on for a few years. A modern twist on 9 1/2 Weeks. A BDSM love story with a happy ending. A topping from below tale where everyone gets what they deserve. I adore my Dom. He doesn't know who he is yet. She does.
“Don’t you ever simply want to get a cup of coffee?”
“What do you mean?”
“24-7 relationships—like the ones in the books you gave me to read—do they make any sense to you?”
“Aren’t most relationships 24/7?”
The way he says the word strikes a chord in her stomach. She sits up straighter.
“What, in the past have you escaped on the weekends? Taken a few personal days—gotten off early for good behavior?”
“I can see how it might feel nice to give you a spanking.”
She lets herself smirk. There’s still time. “Do you now?”
“But I can’t fathom having someone in my… power… having someone waiting for me to tell them what to do.”
“That’s all you do. You tell people what to do all day long.”
“I don’t tell them to suck my cock.”
He’s getting closer. She can almost feel him crossing the line.
“It’s not like that.”
“Then you tell me what it’s like. Stop giving me books, or hints, or fucking taunts. Tell me exactly what you want from me.”
She stares into his eyes. She sees something there. What she saw when she first walked into the gym. “This.”
“I don’t get it. I don’t get what you need.”
“Take me home. I’ll show you.”
These characters have been living in the back of my mind for so long. I feel them stretching their muscles as they hit the page.