“You could tie me up and fuck me like this,” I said. In my head, I went, “When did I start making suggestions again?”
Months and months ago, Master said he’d know when I was ready to play like we used to, and I asked how.
He said something like, “You’ll start making suggestions again.”
Apparently, when I’m up for whatever, I give him all sorts of ideas.
He pumped his hips against my ass a couple times, being funny. Then he said, “In your ass!” not being funny.
“You could!” I said, but I’m not feeling well today, so I followed it up with, “though today’s probably not a good idea.”
“No day is a good idea, according to you. So how about I’ll just decide when I want to be grossed out and you’ll just do as you’re told.”
I laughed. And then said, “If you’re gonna play in the mud, you’re gonna get dirty.”
“That’s fucking disgusting. Don’t say that!”
I think that’ll keep him out of my ass for at least a month. You think?