Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

Sir had established that if I wanted to play with Flint, Flint had to contact him and negotiate with him directly. As we were hanging out and having a drink, I noticed Flint texting and felt my stomach tie itself in knots. Prior, he had asked me if what he was doing was all right, and I gave him the go ahead and thanked him for checking in. But watching him negotiate with Sir and having no idea what was on or off the table made me squirm in my seat.

“What are you saying to him?” I texted to Sir.

“Let the grown-ups talk,” he texted back, and I felt my cheeks flush.

In some effort to try to reclaim a vague sense of control over the situation, I started sassing Flint while we all hung around. This worked for about two minutes, before he placed his hand into my hair and asked if I thought giving him attitude was a very good idea when he’d already gotten me one tally. 

After we left the bar, we headed off to his partner’s house – the one we had hung out with earlier – to retrieve his car. As we walked, we went over my limits. He was respectful, asking me to elaborate when needed, offering scenarios that may have fallen into a grey area and asking where I went if such a scenario were presented. “And I don’t know about taking off my clothes,” I finished off. “I’ll see how I feel?”

“Well, here’s the thing,” Flint replied. “Your owner gave me permission to remove your clothes. So, I guess that’s settled, now isn’t it?”

I blushed and nodded. Sure, I could still veto it, but it wasn’t honestly a limit. It was more a silly way for me to retain some control over a situation where I seriously, honestly just wanted to relinquish control. Not to mention the whole idea that Sir had told him to take off my clothes kind of made my heart flutter. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

We reached the house and walked up the driveway to the side door. I went to follow Flint inside, but he put a hand up to stop me.

“I’m going to go grab my things,” he said, approaching the door. “You stand right here and masturbate until I come out.”

I dropped my hands over the front of my skirt. “What?”

He turned to face me, “was any of that unclear?”

“N…no,” I stammered a reply.

He placed his hand on the door, “is there a problem, then?”

I shook my head, “no.”

With that, he opened the door and slipped inside, leaving me alone out on the driveway.