Ice Water and Honey Part 1

“That was so good!” she said exhaustedly as she laid naked, face-up, on the bed. She made a half-hearted attempt at fixing her hair before realizing there was no use in that.

I didn’t bother to bring up the smeared makeup on her face because there would have been no use in that either…

Knowing she tended to get dehydrated during these longer sessions, I offered her ice water. She didn’t know this yet, but it was going to be a long session for her and I, and I didn’t want her to pass out prior to the grand finale.

We had started the evening with Anne’s favorite activities: an afternoon shower, getting fixed up for a night out, a nice dinner with wine, a walk through the park, deep conversations all along the way, and hints from me of what was to come once we got back home.

Over the years we had been together, I grew to understand the large impact that anticipation and waiting had on the quality of orgasms she would have once the wait was over, whether the buildup was hours or days, and that night, I planned for her wait to be over. And what’s more is that the new toys I ordered in secret had arrived that morning: our first flogger with 36 tails of genuine buffalo leather, a leather paddle, and a metal pinwheel… the kind used in neurology assessments.

The extent of our BDSM play up to that point was me spanking her and, on occasion, me lightly slapping her pussy as I ate her out. Around that time, however, I started learning that BDSM wasn’t simply about inflicting pain for the sake of inflicting pain. I was learning that there could be a lot of psychology behind it… something that had never really occurred to me. And just like that, down a rabbit hole I went.

Throughout the evening, I peppered her with hints of what was to come later that evening. Hints including me having surprises in store for her, having groomed myself for that evening, having studied new content that I thought she would really enjoy, and that what I had in store for the evening might require her to focus on letting go as it involved something she had never tried before.

We tried lots of things over the years that we did not consider to be BDSM, so that particular hint had her physically squirming in her seat and begging me for hints as to what I was talking about. However, Anne was very good at guessing games such as twenty questions, so I simply replied to her, “I can neither confirm nor deny…” to any attempts she threw at me to get the information she wanted from me. While unanticipated, I found this dynamic to feed perfectly into what would be the theme in the bedroom later that night. In me holding the answers that she wanted and not providing her with any, the normally-equal power dynamic between us shifted such that I held more power at that moment. And due to her inability to get answers from me, she was, in a sense, being forced to let go and trust me.

To be continued...