Gently undoing the manacles around your wrists and wincing inside at the ragged bruises left on your skin, I watch as you have to catch yourself, the cuts from the lash on your back flashing crimson while you bend over. And when I hear the faint drip of blood upon the faux stone of the dungeon, my breath catches.

I know, I know- the chains and whips and leathery delights down here are your favorite. I've indulged you with all of them, every one, although there's a more depraved fantasy already bubbling in my head. Even now, after that splatter of cum and vise-like choke that apparently brought about your own climax, I'm already rising at the thought of another little kink.

"Master," you gasp, face upturned with those beautiful eyes, and my heart melts a little. Reaching down to stroke your hair softly, I nod.

"Hey, babe."

Your scraped-up knees kiss the stone below, and before you can part your lips to speak, I take a deep breath.

"Look, I really loved this session- God, those whimpers were fantastic, but... babe?"

I can see the hesitation spark in your eyes, and my thumb slips down to stroke your cheek, your jaw nestling into my hand as I gaze at you lovingly.

It's a sick kink, I know, what I want to propose- we've certainly indulged most kinks together, from that time you wanted to pass out during sex, your idle curiosity at rope bondage that I worked hard to learn secretly, just as a surprise. Even that time when you wanted to see, for a change, what it'd be like to put something in my ass. That was, I remember, shifting slightly... an adventure. But now this... it might be just a bit too far.

"I want to try something with you," I get out. "Look, this might be really, really perverse, so feel free to say no, really, but I know we agreed to try everything once, and this is something that'd mean a lot to me."

Curiosity and fear swirls in your eyes- not the delicious fear that you so love to experience during our sessions down here, but a genuine worry that forms a lump in my throat.

"It won't hurt," I reassure you, stumbling over my words in a rush to restore calm. "I was just thinking..."

Oh for fuck's sake, just say it.

"Can we take a bath, and I can get you all cleaned up, and then we can have a nice dinner, and then-" Oh God, I think, this is the worst part- "Maybe we can make love in the bedroom for once, and kiss, and say nice things to each other, and then cuddle to sleep after?"

My eyes have fluttered shut, unable to face your reaction to such a perverse suggestion.

"... but maybe before that last bit, we could, uh, even hold hands and go for a little walk?"

This is the filthiest fucking thing I've written. Thanks, DPP, for corrupting me.

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