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“Look,” Chira said, her eyes narrowed, “I don’t want to hurt you, but you need to do this right.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, “I just want to make you happy. I’ll do anything. What am I doing wrong?”

“’I’ll do anything’ is what you’re doing wrong! Everybody has limits, and I have to know yours. Stop trying to make me happy, and just be honest.”

Chira had sent me a text earlier in the day simply saying “Come over. I have something to tell you.” Immediately afterward, she sent several more texts trying to assure me that this wouldn’t be something serious.

When I arrived she sat me down on her couch and just blurted out “I want to tie you up!” You can’t have the kinks I do without learning a little about BDSM, but I was light on real world experience. Apparently this “negotiation” thing took some practice.

“I don’t know,” I said, “There’s things that gross me out, but I can’t imagine you doing any of those things.”

“Could you imagine me cutting you with a scalpel and rubbing your blood on my boobs?” she asked.

“I asked you to do that.”

“Okay, but I didn’t take much convincing, did I? Just tell me one of the things that you won’t do. Cross something off of the list for me.”

“This is going to sound strange coming from me, but nothing, like, super painful”

“Okay, that’s a good one. How much is too much?”

“I think the scalpel might have been just about my limit.”

“That’s good. I can work with that. How about butt stuff?”

“I may have experimented with that...oh, but no fisting.”

Chira glowered at me and wiggled her little finger, moving the tip of her wing.

“You’re kidding, right?” she asked.

“Okay, but nothing too big?”

“Alright, let’s say nothing bigger than the real thing. What about roleplaying stuff?”

“I don’t know. I’m having trouble imagining what you’ll be like when you’re doing this. You aren’t going to be...mean, are you?”

“No no no, I’m not like that. I don’t want to insult you or call you a slut or anything like that, but maybe some light teasing?”

“I think I can live with that. What else?”

“I think I’m getting an idea of what our first thing is going to be. We need a safeword first, though. Pick a word to say if things get too intense for you. Something you wouldn’t normally say.”

“Amazeballs.”

“Amazeballs?”

“That is literally the first time I’ve used that word. That’s what you wanted, right?”

“That works. Okay, now just wait on the couch and, I don’t know, think sexy thoughts while I get everything ready.”

Chira got up, went into her bedroom, and shut the door behind her. While I waited, I tried to imagine what she was doing in there. I was trying to figure out if she could fit a St. Andrew’s cross in her closet when she came back out.

The door swung open slowly, and Chira stepped into the doorway from the side. She leaned against the door jamb with her arm over her head, her wing framing the rest of her body. She had changed into a leather corset. Her breasts weren’t very large, but they seemed a little fuller peeking over the top of it. Her erect nipples were barely visible under the light brown fur that covered her body. The only other clothes she had on was a pair of thigh high leather boots.

“Wow, how long have you been hanging on to that outfit?”

“About as long as you’ve had those skinny jeans in your closet.”

“Okay, I thought you said you didn’t want to hurt me.”

“Just get in here and take off your clothes, you big goof.”

Despite my wounded pride, I did as she asked. While I had imagined Chira turning her bedroom into a full fledged dungeon, her set up was much simpler. She had a chair facing the foot of her bed with a towel laid over the back and some rope sitting next to it.

“Stand behind the chair and lean over.” Chira said, “Tell me if the back of the chair hurts too much. I can get more towels.”

“That’s awfully kind for a dominatrix.” I said while bending over the chair, “This is fine, by the way.”

“I told you, I’m not like that,” she said, “No name calling, no thick ambiguous Eastern European accents, no bare concrete floors. That’s not my scene.”

I felt Chira wrapping my ankles in several loops of rope and pulling them tight.

“You think it’s going to take this much rope to hold me?”

“No, silly, I have to spread out the pressure. If I didn’t do this, you wouldn’t be able to feel your hands or feet by the time we were done.”

Chira bound my wrists to the front legs of the chair just like my ankles. She stood back and looked at me with a hand on her chin.

“Yeah, I think this is going to work,” she said, walking toward me again, “You’re totally immobile. Totally at my mercy. Most importantly, You’ve got your cute little butt up in the air. It’s so unfair, you know. I do so many squats, and I have no butt, and you’ve got all this. It just makes me want to...”

SMACK

Chira swatted me hard on the ass. I swear I could feel the hand print she left afterward.

“Ouch!” I said.

“Oh no! Was that too much? I just got carried away. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard. I’m so-”

“No, it’s okay,” I said, “I wasn’t expecting it, but you’re doing fine.”

“-sorry, it was the heat of the moment...you think I’m doing good?”

“You are. Just relax and do what comes naturally. I’ll use the safeword if I need to.”

Chira gently rubbed my ass where she had spanked me, somewhat easing the pain.

“That’s a good boy. Don’t be afraid to stop me.”

I could hear Chira walk away from me and rummage around in her closet. When she came back, I heard the click of a bottle lid opening.

“Alright, let’s try doing something that will make your butt feel good,” she said, “I’m going to take this slow, but tell me if it starts to hurt.”

I felt Chira spread my ass and gently prod something against me. After a couple of prods, she eased the toy into me. It was a small toy, but it felt good. Chira started to gently run her fingers over my back.

“How does that feel, sweetie?” she asked, “Is that too big for you?”

“No” I said, “You could maybe even go bigger.”

“Well aren’t you brave? Maybe I will give you more of a stretch, but you have a job to do first.”

Chira sat down on the foot of her bed and swung one of her legs over me. She scooted forward so her vulva was right in front of my face.

“You know what to do,” she said, “Do a good job, and you get a reward. If I think you’re slacking, you’re getting punished.”

I slowly ran my tongue up the length of Chira’s wet pussy- Chira sat up and flicked my earlobe.

“You have to do better than that.” she said, “Quit teasing me and make me cum.”

I immediately started sucking on her clitoris and flicking it with my tongue, perhaps a bit harder than necessary.

“That’s much better,” she said, “With the right instruction, you aren’t totally useless.”

Chira lied back down as I pushed my tongue between her wet lips. Not long after, I felt her rest her feet on my back. I couldn’t see anything with how tightly she was pushing against me now, but I could hear the telltale quickening of her breath.

I quickened my pace as I felt Chira’s hands pushing against the back of my head. Her thighs were pressed so tightly against the sides of my head that I could barely hear her begin to moan. I pushed my tongue into her as deeply as I could until she released my head.

For a while, she just lied on the bed breathing heavily. Eventually, she stood up and went back to her closet. She came back with her hands behind her back.

“You did good,” she said, “so now you get your reward. I hope you like it.”

Once again, I heard the click of a bottle opening. I felt a slight tug from behind.

“We just need to get this out of the way,” Chira said, “Did you like your little plug? You’re about to get something a little bigger, so tell me if it starts to hurt, okay?”

“I...I will,” I said.

I felt another toy sliding into me. This one was larger than the plug Chira used before. I could feel myself stretching pleasantly.

Chira began to gently rub my back as she thrust the toy into me.

“You’re so tense,” she said, “I know I was a little mean before, but you did good. Just relax and let me make you feel better.”

Chira slowly moved her hands from my back to my ass and around to my cock.

“Oh my. I think you enjoyed that more than you let on. You did a good job, so you can cum now. Go ahead, sweetie.”

I stifled a moan as I obeyed her request. Chira untied me from the chair and led my by the hand into her bed. She pulled her blankets over us and wrapped her arms around me, resting my head on her chest.

“That was...intense,” she said, “I think I got a little carried away there, but you did a great job.”

“You were doing all the work,” I said, “And you did fine. I would have told you if you went too far.”

Chira gently stroked my hair.

“I really hope you mean that. You know all those things I said while we were playing weren’t serious, right? I don’t want to hurt you, Sweetie. I love you. I just, maybe, show it a little differently.”

“I know, Chira. I think I could get used to this kind of love, and...I love you too.”