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Lilly gave me a wide-eyed grin, jumping off the couch with way too much energy for the hour, and followed me into the bedroom. There, I opened the bottom drawer of my dresser and pulled out several items before laying them on the bed - a cane, a crop, a purple flogger, a small bundle of rope, a sheathed knife, a Wartenburg wheel and, of course, the new cuffs. Honestly, I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head, but as I watched her smile fade, I grew concerned.

She tore her eyes away from the array of toys and looked at me, surprised. “Celeste! You, the quiet one, with a drawer like this and you never told me?” I don’t think I had ever seen Lilly on the back foot before and part of me was genuinely amused at her shock. The rest of me was somewhere between terrified she would think less of me and resigned that this was the last day we would be friends.

“Well, I mean, it’s not something you really talk about over lunch…”

Lilly snorted in a most ungraceful fashion and put on a posh accent. “Oh, Lilly, dear. I’ve finished the editing on that children’s book and by the way did you know I like to whip myself into a froth on weekends?”

I couldn’t help myself and laughed out loud, almost audibly breathing a sigh of relief as I realised my nails had been digging into the palms of my hands. A sobering thought crossed my mind, however.

“Lilly, you have to promise not to tell anyone,” I said, seriously. “I kind of like working where I do.”

“Perish the thought!” She replied, a dramatic hand to the forehead, still with the same silly accent as before. “In all seriousness, though, I don’t kiss and tell.”

I gave a mock eye roll. “I pull out my sex toys and you’re already talking about kissing and telling? At least buy me dinner first.”

“Oh please. I brought you a glass of champers earlier. That totally counts.” She grinned.

Some days Lilly’s blasé attitude frustrated me, but right now I was nothing but grateful for her lackadaisical way around things. I sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the flogger, its familiar weight comforting in a strange way. As shy as I could be at work, when the toys came out I always found my feet. I was confident. Powerful. In charge. I think a certain amount of that power resided in the implement itself, the weight being turned in my hand as I felt the leather handle.

She flopped on the bed, the toys between us. “So, what’s the deal? Do you use them on yourself or on other people?” Picking up the cane, she made a wand-like ‘swish and flick’ motion and muttered something about levee-OH-sar before snickering to herself.

“Well, I mean, you can use them on yourself, but it’s a lot more fun to do it to someone else or have them do it to you.” I saw her puzzled look and continued. “There are a few clubs and events and things dedicated to this sort of stuff. You get to know people, work out some limits and what you would both enjoy out of a scene, and you can play together either there or, if you know them well enough, at yours or theirs. And it doesn’t always have to mean sex, either. Sometimes you just want to be tied up, or be flogged and that’s exactly as far as it goes. There’s a very strict code for that sort of thing.”

“Huh. So, say you only want to be tied up but Touchy McHandsy wants to get you naked. What happens then?”

Thinking about it for a moment, I internally saluted Lilly for asking such a question. “You have something called a ‘safe word’. It’s a word you wouldn’t normally use in a scene like ‘pineapple’ or ‘Oklahoma’, and when you say it, it means stop immediately. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. No arguing about it, either. If you’ve negotiated a scene with someone and either something happens you’re not comfortable with or you need to stop for any reason, you use your safe word and it’s the obligation of the person you’re playing with and anyone else around that might be watching to make sure the scene stops and to check if you’re okay.”

She nodded. “That’s actually really smart. So do you do that kind of thing often? Play, I mean. Not use your safe word.” She probed, resting the cane on her lap.

I had used a few of my toys with people at the club here or there, but never really in an intimate setting. I just never quite developed the connections with people I needed in order to play in anything but a casual scene. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but it always felt a little awkward needing to reveal that private Dominant part of myself in a situation where I had a dozen people watching at any one time. “I mean, yeah, kind of. I’ve played with a few people and I’ve got a decent swing for flogging, but I could always use some more practice.” Somewhere beneath my navel, a flurry of butterflies bubbled through and I couldn’t help myself. “You going to volunteer as tribute?”

“Oh honey, you just want to pretend I’m as perverted as you are,” she responded with a nervous laugh, looking at the cane in her lap. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Hey, you’re the one that jumped up to come and see. What am I supposed to assume?” I grinned, giving the flogger a little squeeze in my hand. There was that little giddy rush of that powerful Celeste, a white hot knot of excitement in my stomach.

Lilly tapped the cane on her leg, about mid way along the shaft, attention elsewhere. “So, I mean, how do you even use something like this? I’m assuming it’s for people with that nun fetish back in school where they’d rap you on the knuckles for being a git.”

I snorted. “Well, you’re not wrong. Pass it to me and hold out your hand so I can show you.”

She narrowed her eyes with a smirk as she handed me the implement. I had to assume she was wondering if I’d actually do it or not, but there she was, sitting with one hand out obediently, palm up. I breathed for a moment, steadying myself before giving her a gentle tap or two, followed by a firm flick across the palm. Lilly laughed in exclamation, pulled her hand back and rubbed her palm vigorously across her leg.

“So, I get the theory, Sister Celly, but how’s anyone supposed to enjoy that?”

“It’s all about the application,” I responded, swatting my own palm with the tip of the cane. “The hand is fun, but it’s usually for punishment. It’s a lot more fun if you’re getting a bit of a cane across the bum.”

Lilly wiggled on the bed. “Show me?” She beamed.

Her smile was infectious. “Well, come on. Either on all fours, butt to me, or stand up and bed over. Anyway, I didn’t think this was your kind of thing.”

She shimmied across the bed and presented her behind gleefully. The pyjama pants I had given her inched down so I could see the dimple just above her bum. “I’ve never tried anything like this. I mean, some of the guys I’ve been with have been a little rough, one gave me a bit of a spanking once, but none of them really wanted to go past that. It wasn’t worth arguing when there was sex to get to.”

I nodded. “Well, if you like, you can try a few things and see if you enjoy them.”

“I can work with this. What do I call you? Mistress? Madame? Overlord?” She looked at me over her shoulder, wiggling her behind at me playfully.

I surveyed her for a moment, considering. “You can call me Miss Celeste, or My Lady. But only if you really want to see what I do on weekends. We can set a safe word and go from there. Until then, behave yourself.” And at that, I swatted her on the sole of the foot with the cane. Lilly yelped and burst into a fit of giggles. “Now, all silliness aside, I need consent. Can I touch your butt?”

Lilly stifled her giggle fit and nodded, wiggling her behind at me again. I stepped in and placed my hand on her lower back, running my fingers over the exposed skin just above the pants line. She fidgeted beneath me in what I imagine was a feeling of excitement and anticipation. As I brought my hand down the curve of her behind, I found myself rather impressed at how firm her cheeks were beneath the pants and gave a little squeeze. She squeaked.

Falling into familiar territory, I ran my palm over both her cheeks, squeezing here and there, adding a little spank in for good measure. In my opinion, it was improper to cane someone without warming the skin up a little beforehand, and who doesn’t like an opportunity to grope their co-worker’s arse? Lilly’s giggles quietened into loud breathing and the odd noise here or there, flinching a little as I spanked her, only to push back into my hand. With the tip of the cane, I began tracing figures across her behind; from the wait of the pants, down the half-moon curve of her cheek and down to the little crease where arse meets thigh. Amused, I brought the tip back up, this time closer to her intimates than before, and I heard her catch a soft moan. Lilly quickly coughed and tried to disguise the noise, so for her sake I kept my remarks to myself.

Once I thought I had sufficiently tormented the poor girl enough, I began tapping with just the tip of the cane. A quick tempo across the tops of both cheeks made her wiggle again and I was delighted with the way her pert behind rippled under my implement. I could see her bunching her fists towards the top of the bed and her toes curling on the edge as she buried her face in my duvet. Doesn’t know if it’s her thing, my arse. If this isn’t her ‘thing’, I’ll be damned, I mused. Well, this will prove it one way or another, for certain.

Mid tempo, I brought the cane down swiftly across her right cheek and Lilly lurched forward, a fantastic mix between a squeal and a moan escaping her lips. Was I happy? Oh yes. Yes I was. She rocked back on all fours to where I resumed my staccato; the symphony of Lilly had begun.