Something Random (Closed)

I let out a long laugh and a broad grin spreads across my face "We hate those middle two and would never do them to a woman. As fare as Blood is concerned. If you aren't covered in it that's fine, but I, as you can tell, a bit of a pain junky. That though does have limits. If you draw blood expect to be hurt. Not badly, and I'll never hit you. I'll find another way. What I am saying is I do want you to scratch me. I'm afraid I don't understand the term 'animal play' and as far as a safe word goes.....I can't grantee anything, but you can come up with your word if you want."
 
"Do you think this is funny?" I ask, slightly angry. "I am as serious as a heart attack about this."
 
I laugh, a deep rumbling laughter. "Yes. After your complete willingness to be raped the last time I do find it absolutely hilarious that now you want to protect yourself." I say suddenly standing and putting my hands on either side of the arms of your chair. "What if I had been intent on seriously causing damage yesterday?" I ask looking at you. "As far as he is concerned you are his slave. While I am around I won't hurt you, but I can give no grantees as far as he is concerned." I say moving back to my seat and sitting, watching your face to see if you were afraid.
 
I look up at you. "I've had a bit of a dry spell," I explain, my voice a bit snappish. "And how does he know that the slave in me will come out as he did?"
 
"When you didn't slap his hand away he knew you were a sub. He knows how to command a sub." I say grinning "As for that dry spell." I pat my crotch. "we could bring a shower into that." I was trying hard to make a sexual comment but blushed and slapped my forehead when it came out wrong.
 
I chuckled. "That was hormones talking, but I don't need to be hurt. You better control that other side of you, or deal's off."
 
"Mmmmm....." I looked at you thoughtfully. "Let me discuss it with him." I say standing and moving behind you. Holding still for a moment before returning to my seat. "He wants one thing before he'll promise anything." I say. "He wants permission to fuck your mouth whenever he wants. No matter where we are."
 
I smile and nod. "That and he would prefer to call you slut. I will call you by whatever name you wish, but he will call you slit. This is how you will know when he takes over. If you agree to these two terms we will agree to your four." I say grinning and standing, holding out my hand.
 
I grin. "What do I call you and what's the safe word?" I ask taking your hand and placing it on my crotch.
 
"Okay Alex." I say grinning. My eyes were kind, showing he was still gone. "I have a hankerig for a meal. What do you say?"
 
"Chinese. What do you say slut?" I shake my head hard. "I mean Alex. Do you want to go with me to get some Chinese? Or do you want to stay here and whip something up?"
 
"It doesn't matter, I can get more suitably dressed to go out," I say. I smile. "Which would you prefer?"
 
I grin and take your hand. "Chinese it is. Put on something...sexy." I say grinning and standing to follow you into your room.
 
I laugh and lead you up to my room. "Hmmm. . ." I hum, looking into my closet, pulling off my shirt.
 
I watch grinning as the shirt falls. "I think you should go Bra Less." I say snapping the back of the bra. "Slut." I say before you feel my hands reach around and take your breasts and start kneading them.
 
I laugh and pull my hands away stepping back and watching you. "Better get dressed slut."
 
"No. He's out. He just wants to wait until he can see what his slut is wearing before he bucks her pretty face." I say grinning.
 
I laugh and smile. "Alright," I say. I find a soft red dress and slipped it on. It was a halter, and backless.
 
I grin and turn you, appraising the dress with a watchful eye. "Nice, sexy." I with a grin. "You have good tastes slut." I run my fingers through your hair and plant a firm kiss on your lips.
 
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